28.Witch

Glenn immediately looked around and immediately spotted a small town not far away, not as big as Dud or Bayek, not so much a town but closer to a village.

The old man put away the map in his hand and tucked it into the inner pocket of his tunic, and said to Geren, "Let's go, we'll spend the night here today, and continue tomorrow, but I'll change the wagon to something a little more comfortable."

"That would be great."

As they spoke the two had already jumped off the carriage and headed towards the town ahead.

This was a relatively backward town, the road was rugged and the air was filled with the smell of livestock manure.

Could there be an inn here? Glenn couldn't help but question it in his heart.

But reality quickly answered Greene, not only was there an inn here, it was also a very large inn.

It was located in the center of the town, surrounded by dense buildings, and the skull of some kind of long-horned animal hung above the inn's door, highlighting its wild style.

There was some strange shouting coming from the inn, causing Glenn to raise his curiosity.

"Go in and try not to make any trouble." The old man walking in front suddenly turned around and instructed.

"What if others are looking for me to make trouble?" Glenn asked rhetorically.

"Heh ..." The old man laughed coldly twice, "Then just take care of it yourself."

"No problem."

The old man's thick arm pushed open the door of the inn, and a strong smell of alcohol hit Glenn's nostrils, and although it stung his nose, he only slightly fanned himself with his hand.

There were many people sitting inside the inn, they were dressed in different ways, but they were all people who were not to be messed with at first glance.

Their eyes were sharp, and most of them just swept Glenn and his duo with their afterglances.

Besides the humans, there were also a few dwarves here, beast-heads, and it was these non-humans who made the strange noises.

"The one sitting at the far end is a witch, knows a lot of scary and oozing black magic, you'd better not come into contact with her."

"The big man who is drinking heavily is a powerful wandering swordsman, also not to be messed with, and those few ..."

Just as he entered the inn, the old man spoke in a low voice, and if it wasn't for Glenn's amazing hearing, he would have thought he was talking to himself.

Geren slightly glanced at the few people he was talking about, his eyes were just curious about the novelty.

The old man had stopped talking and the two men walked straight towards the bar.

Three beastheads who were almost as tall and strong as the old man suddenly came up to them, the leader was a bearhead who greeted the old man with an extremely loud voice, "Old Bol, it's been a long time, how's it going? How have you been lately?"

"Very well, I don't need you to worry about it." The old man's attitude remained as cold as ever, as if he was like that with anyone but his own dog.

"You're still the same." The bear-headed man didn't care about the old man's attitude at all, and noticing Glenn following behind, it suddenly scoffed loudly, "Hey! Look na! This old man actually brought a little thing that hasn't even been weaned here, he can't be your son, right? Hahaha ..."

The rest of the beastheads laughed as well, while the other drinkers didn't turn their heads back.

Boom-!

But a loud bang caused them to cast their gazes.

Only to see that the bear-headed man who had just been laughing collapsed in the corner of the shattered wall, grimacing, his face full of pain.

"Such a loud voice, but soft as a ball of cotton, I really don't know what can be arrogant about it?" Glenn retracted his foot with a disdainful look on his face.

The remaining Beast Heads looked at the Bear Heads who flew out a few meters away, and then looked at Glenn, they all had fierce glares in their eyes and roared lowly.

Seeing this, Gren twisted his shoulders, as if he was planning to make a move.

"You play slowly." The old man didn't seem to be surprised by Gren's strength, and with a word, he went to the bar to check in for accommodation.

Seeing that Gren really intended to rush over, several beast heads turned around at the same time, went to pick up the bear-headed man and fled outside the inn, without letting out a single harsh word since the beginning.

Seeing this, Gren also had no choice but to give up.

The surrounding drinkers looked at each other differently, some looked like they were thinking, some were amused, it varied.

The old man threw Ge Lun a key, said, "This is your room, I have to go rest for a while, you feel free."

Noting the number of the key, Glenn put it away, and seeing the old man go up to the second floor of the inn, he immediately went to sit down at the witch's wine table and asked, "Do you really know magic?"

The witch was looking at the side and staring since the two of them entered the inn, hearing Glenn's inquiry, she still didn't make a move, just opened and closed her lips and faintly spat out a few words, "Stay away from me if you don't want to die."

"I just want to learn about it, if I can or even want to learn it, don't worry, I can pay for it, or if you need something, I might be able to get it." Glenn was unmoved by the witch's threats and instead stated his purpose.

The witch turned her face, her face and features were very square, only her eyes were only a white patch that looked oozing.

"Little one, ignorance can get you into all kinds of trouble."

"So you're doomed?" Glenn asked rhetorically.

"Oh ..." the witch looked like she was interested, she propped her hand on her chin and looked at Gren in a flirtatious pose, "Witches are all doomed."

"You let me try, maybe I'm different?" Glenn still wouldn't give up.

"Alright, ignorant little one, black magic and black witchcraft are not something you should be exposed to, dismiss the idea."

The witch's tone suddenly turned cold again, catching Glenn off guard.

He wanted to say more, but the witch in front of him suddenly turned into black mist and disappeared.

This is gone ... Glenn froze and sighed as he looked at the empty seat.

He ended up ordering one of every kind of drink in the inn and settled the bill with the old man.

One by one tasted these drinks Glenn only felt that he was spending money to find a crime, except for the fruit juice flavor is still acceptable, the other almost all very difficult to drink, really do not understand how other people drink so enjoyable.

Seeing nothing interesting around, Glenn also had to go upstairs to rest.

...

In the morning, Glenn was woken up by the waiter who brought breakfast.

He bit into the hard bread and went down to the first floor, and found that the old man had already woken up long ago, and was sipping his wine in a dignified manner.

"Come on." The old man stood up as soon as he put his glass down.

"Eh ... well." Glenn didn't know why the old man was in such a hurry, but he was just a punching bag, and it would be good for him to finish early.

This time there was a change to a canopied carriage with much more comfortable seats.

On the way Glenn asked, "Old man, can we get there today?"

"It should be able to arrive if there are no surprises." The old man closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

I don't know if Night Roar has fed the pigs properly ... Glenn similarly closed his eyes and thought wildly.

...

In a certain private residence, three people wearing dark robes and pointed fedoras were strangling a lifeless corpse with one hand, strands of dense energy gushing out from both hands.

In the corner of the room there were also two six or seven year old boys, who were huddled together, looking at the three men with incomparable horror.