In the Ode to Joy of the Tavern in the Temple of the Gods, the lights are bright and lively every night. Many priests and believers choose to spend a crimson night here. However, during the day, the tavern is lonely, and there are not necessarily two or three guests a day. Sometimes the tavern owner doesn’t even open the door and just rest until the evening.

But today is an exception. Today, about ten tables in the tavern hall are half full.

In fact, there were only six people here, but each of them occupied a table alone, and it seemed like the customer was about to be full.

Each of the six people was carrying weapons, some even brought more than one, even those wearing robes were no exception. In addition to weapons, the various armors on them were also particularly conspicuous, and there was also a backpack that looked heavy. If nothing unexpected happened, everyone had made plans to travel.

Not only did they not sit together, the six people did not communicate, and they even had little contact with their eyes. Even if their eyes accidentally bumped into each other, those with better attitudes nodded and those with worse attitudes turned their heads and ignored the other person's existence.

Apart from the strange guests, there was no one else in the hall of the tavern. Even the owner and the waiter didn't know where to stroll around, and how could they leave the tavern for these weird guys with confidence.

In fact, the people in the tavern didn't care at all. Official battles were strictly prohibited in the temple of the gods. This was an iron rule set by the gods. No one dared to violate them easily. No matter how tense the atmosphere between these guests was, it would not start a fight, and it would not affect the store. The boss was still very relieved.

Moreover, the people in the tavern knew that they could not fight even without the rules of forbidden fighting. Although these guys did not know each other, they were all employed by the same person. The alienation was only because of the natural repulsion between the strong and there was no malice.

Silence spread, the friction between the wine glass and the tabletop, the pouring of wine, and the shaking of the wine in the bottle, seemed particularly clear in the quiet tavern.

"Click", the door opened again, and the six people looked at each other at the same time. Facing everyone's eyes, the priest in black robe walked in slowly. A girl in her twenties shrank behind him and followed closely, as if she was afraid that she would be exposed to everyone's sight if she was afraid that she would take a step slower.

Of course, Shuer and Suff came in. After reaching a consensus early in the morning, they rushed over. It seemed quite timely, at least not late.

The fingers were drawn in circles on his chest, and Shuer bowed slightly in front of the six people, and everyone withdrew their gazes as if they had lost interest. However, Shuer could feel it. Although he no longer paid attention to his performance, the six people still divided part of their attention on themselves and Suff behind him.

"Here." After looking around, Shuer took Suff to a corner and thoughtfully blocked Suff inside, replacing the book in Suff's arms.

At an angle that Shure couldn't see, Suff made a face at him with a prank wrinkled nose, and then he secretly poked his head out from behind and silently observed the strange people in the tavern.

The red mage robe, long red curly hair, and the gorgeous human woman supported her chin and showed a lazy expression. Two skeletons were guarding both sides like loyal followers, one gently shaking the folding fan for her, and the other was pouring her wine glasses.

"Well, this must be a necromancer, and it's not very normal." Savus made an accurate judgment in his heart, "At least a normal necromancer will not use his mental power to command skeletons to do such boring things."

White wings, noble temperament, and a common travel suit. Needless to ask, this is a Wingman explorer. The Wingman tribe has the least shortage of such guys who don’t know what stability is. However, is the strange glove on her desk a rare magic weapon, the kind of weapon that can directly construct its own magic power into a specific magic to launch? If it is a magic weapon, then this Wingman is a rare combat magic scholar recorded in the book.

Looking at the next one, Saff suddenly withdrew his gaze, the man's eyes were so fierce.

It was a man who wrapped himself in a tight suit and even his face covered. He was thin and his fingers were shaking nervously. He had two daggers hanging on his waist and two tied on his legs. His expression and dressing showed that he was a human thief. The thief had a very strange look. He looked at anything, whether it was a person or a thing, and he was full of doubt. Maybe this was just his habit, otherwise Suff would really not be able to explain why anyone was wondering when he looked at the table.

The fourth one is also human, but it is different from everyone else.

Although it was summer, it was too exaggerating to pass the market in just a pair of shorts. This man had bronze skin, his muscles were raised high, his skin was covered with a metallic green luster, and he hung two curved scimitars on his waist. It was a coincidence that Saf had seen similar people when he was a child. They were scimitar warriors from the western wilderness. Most of them believed in the Earth Mother Kaia and did not use any magic, but their skin had super magic defense. According to records, they were descendants of pioneers who had pioneered the times and penetrated the western wilderness. However, after nearly ten thousand years of reproduction, they had obvious differences with humans in the eastern world.

The fifth person...well, that's not a human, but an orc.

Orcs are a very interesting race, and the human body has the characteristics of a large number of wild animals. According to the types of wild animals, orcs are also divided into many races, living in groups of races and tribes.

The distribution range of Pavatiga is not smaller than that of humans. The orc tribes can be seen everywhere. Orcs and humans have similar living environments, similar reproductive abilities, and similar fighting powers of races. It is inevitable that conflicts will break out between them. Since the late period of the pioneering era, the war between orcs and humans has never stopped. The blood flows more and more, and the hatred has become deeper and deeper. The vicious cycle was not barely terminated until the Temple of the Temple.

However, even so, small-scale wars based on countries and territories continue to break out between the two races. It is not a belief war or a race war, and the gods are not easy to intervene and stop them. They can only let the two sides fight and reconcile, and simply pretend to be invisible, just treat it as a more intense competition that will kill people.

The Emerald Empire where Sav is located has deep conflicts with the orc tribe in the north, so that she has had deep prejudice against orcs since she was a child. Although she let go of her prejudice when she grew up, she will inevitably feel a little awkward whenever she sees orcs.

However, it is undeniable that orcs are very strong. Their bodies are stronger than humans. In addition, the bonus brought by wild beasts such as sharp claws or fast speeds, when fighting at the same level one-on-one, humans often lose more than win less.

And the tiger orc who is like this in the tavern is considered a strong race among orcs, and often has stronger combat power than other orcs, and should not be underestimated.

As for the last one, long black hair, light green skin, tall and slender figure, and wooden scales made of special wood, there is no doubt that this is the wood elves that came out of the forest. It is said that wood elves are born hunters, and even children can still be in the dangerous jungle...

"Not a wood elf." Shure's voice suddenly rang in Suff's ear, "Look at her scales carefully and pay attention to the skirt armor..."

Skirt armor? Sav looked at the other person's waist. Is there any problem? It's normal. No, there is indeed a problem. The front swing of the skirt armor is normal, hanging to the knees, but the back swing is much longer than the front swing, dragging it to the ankle, and the back swing is obviously folded at the waist, and the actual length is wider and longer than it looks. I understand that this is the special skirt of Lin Jing. In order to turn into a deer form, it is used to cover the deer body. This person is not a wood elf, but should be a forest spirit that symbiotically with the wood elf.

"That's right, it's Lin Jing." Xiu'er's voice was very gentle. "Listen, watch, and observe more. It seems that it is often hidden in the details. It depends on whether you can discover it. Whether it is dealing with things or taking risks, this principle applies."

You guess what I was thinking again! This is Saff had already come out of the morning injury, glaring at Shure with his mouth, but then nodding. Well, you are right, I will pay attention in the future.

Whether he heard the whispers of the two or sensed their gazes, the black-haired Lin Jing suddenly turned around and squeezed his eyes at them.

Seeing Lin Jing's gaze, Xiuer was stunned.

In the past two years since he arrived in Pavatiga, he has also met Lin Jing who was wandering around several times, but the distance is very far away and he has not been able to observe it carefully. Today is the first time he has observed Lin Jing's eyes at close range.

Cunning, agile, full of curiosity about everything, and in the vitality of vitality, there is an incomparable wildness and unyielding nature. It is the wildness of the wildness and forest. Compared with her eyes, most human eyes are as lifeless as dead fish. Yes, only such eyes are worthy of Lin Jing, a vibrant race.

When she noticed that Shul was staring at her, the black-haired Lin Jing blinked, licked her lips and slowly lifted the fork on the side of the skirt armor, revealing her fair and smooth calves. As her movements, Shul and Suff's eyes widened wider. Suff was surprised. As for why Shul was like this, it was indescribable.

The skirt armor was lifted upwards little by little, and it was about to reach its thighs. However, the next moment, the crystal white, tender, round and slender, and intriguing calves suddenly turned into ugly tree roots with rough skin and dry gullies. The full expectation was shattered. The gap from heaven to hell was enough to make every man wail in despair.

Xiuer did not wail, but couldn't help rolling his eyes. He had heard about the special features of the Lin Jing race. When he saw him today, it was even more terrifying than the rumored one.

"Hey", seemed to be very satisfied with his prank, and the black-haired Lin Jing smiled sweetly, with a full of pride in her smile.
Chapter completed!