In just the blink of an eye, the news of the re-emergence of the God of War Temple has spread throughout the streets. For a time, everyone in the City of Storms was talking about it, and most of them didn't know what it meant. But this didn't mean anything.

It's not important, because the mercenaries who retreated here with the temple boasted about their experiences in the Underdark, which was enough to keep them entertained for a while.

For those mercenaries, generous rewards and adventure experiences are the best rewards. And many of them have been staying in the pub since arriving in Cardiff City, bragging about their experiences in the Underdark while waving

Looking at the strange trophies they brought from the ground, enjoying the admiration and adulation of everyone, they have to admit that they succeeded. People are fascinated by the mysterious, terrifying and dangerous tunnels in the underdark.

Monsters, and death in the darkness. These things that once only appeared in their imaginations were now displayed in front of them in physical form. This made everyone excited, and for a while, all major taverns were full of people.

, whether they are local residents of Cardiff City, or businessmen and travelers wandering outside, they will go to the tavern to listen to the mercenaries telling stories about their adventures in the dark areas.

"Do you know? There are thousands of those salamanders!!"

The mercenary standing on the table was frothing at the mouth as he recounted his experience, with a trace of fear still in his eyes. He grabbed the wine bottle next to him and poured a few sips of wine into his throat, until the alcohol overwhelmed his

His trembling heart came to life again. He took a deep breath and then continued to speak.

"They just pounced on us! Do you know? Those damn bastards can also spit fire! They opened their mouths, and the flames they spit out almost roasted us into dry meat! Their sharp teeth

It’s as big as a dagger, and one blow would be enough to stab you through!!”

As he spoke, the mercenary took out a salamander tooth from his arms and placed it on the table. This immediately aroused the admiration of the audience again. Many people rushed forward and looked at the tooth.

The sharp and huge teeth made an unbelievable sound of admiration. And seeing this scene, the mercenary was even more proud.

"Even an elite army would have a hard time surviving such an attack!!"

He waved his hands vigorously, attracting the audience's attention again.

"But we survived! Not only did we survive, we also wiped out those damn reptiles!! Do you know how we did it?"

The crowd roared again, encouraging the mercenary to continue talking. There were even a few generous guests who asked the boss to give the mercenary a bottle of good ale to express their encouragement. And for this

The mercenary took the bottle of ale unceremoniously, drank it in one gulp, and then spoke loudly again. While everyone in the tavern listened to his story, they exclaimed or admired from time to time, and the whole crowd was stunned.

The bar was so hot that it was as lively as boiling water.

But not everyone likes excitement.

Cotton sat in the corner of the bar with a depressed expression, staring blankly at the noisy scene in front of him. On the table in front of him, there were several empty wine bottles, and Cotton himself also had a look on his face at the moment.

He was so depressed that he leaned slantedly on the chair. He no longer looked as high-spirited as before. He looked like a destitute beggar.

For Cotton, he never imagined that he would end up like this.

At the beginning, he encouraged Viscount Balfe to find trouble with Zhan, just because he wanted to use the other party's strength to teach the arrogant bastard a lesson. But everything that followed was completely beyond Cotton's expectations.

As expected, he did not expect that Viscount Balfe not only failed to capture Zhan, but also lost his own life. This put Cotton himself in danger. During the time when Zhan was away, he

He was hiding in the stronghold shivering like a mouse. He didn't dare to go out even half a step. Cotton knew very well that Viscount Balfe's family would never give up. They would sort out the whole thing.

Come, they will naturally want to find out why Viscount Balfe wants to find trouble with a down-and-out nobleman. By then, once they discover his existence, Cotton can imagine that there will be absolutely no good ending for him.

It was out of this fear that when Rocks led everyone to retreat, Cotton took the opportunity to sneak into his team. He was once worried that he would be discovered by Zhan, and then kicked him away, leaving him alone in this

He died in the terrifying Underdark. But fortunately, Zhan did not notice his existence, which made Cotton feel relieved. In the end, he successfully left the Valkyrie Principality with his attendants and came here.

Because Cotton also played a role in dealing with the Salamanders, he received some quite generous rewards. But Cotton didn't just hope to get wealth, he also hoped to be recognized by the temple and become a

A decorated noble. But when the news came that Jenn had received the Medal of Honor, Cotton knew that his wish was completely shattered.

At this moment, Cotton was huddled in the corner, drinking low-quality ale one sip after another. His attendants had left him and started a new life with generous rewards. They had broken their vows to Cotton, but

Cotton doesn't think there's anything strange about this. The only one by his side now is Dobby. He has always been loyal to the Cotton family. He has been the family's guard since Cotton was a child. And now,

Only he remained with Cotton.

"Dobby......"

Cotton shouted indistinctly and knocked on the table. Soon, a middle-aged man wearing warrior leather armor came over and stood respectfully beside Cotton.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Another bottle of wine..."

"Master, you can't drink any more. I'll help you go up and have a rest."

“One more bottle!!”

Cotton forcefully slapped away Dobby's outstretched hand. With his eyes wide open, he tremblingly picked up the wine glass and poured the ale in the glass into his mouth. He felt the cold and stimulating feeling go down his throat.

It flowed all the way down, and the next moment, Cotton's consciousness completely fell into the abyss of darkness.

An icy cold wind blew through.

When Cotton woke up again, he found that he was no longer in the chaotic tavern, and the surroundings were dark. He opened his eyes in a daze, and looked around at a loss. What caught his eye was the dim glow of torches.

The light is bright, and it can be seen from the wine barrels scattered next to it that it seems to be an underground wine cellar.

How did you get here?

Cotton shook his head and planned to stand up, but it was only then that he realized that he was tied to a chair and could not even move.

"Dobby!!"

Cotton raised his head, looked around blankly, and called the attendant's name.

"Dobby!!!"

Just when Cotton was confused and uneasy, suddenly, a voice quietly emerged.

"I didn't expect you to have such great strength, Mr. Cotton."

Hearing this voice, Cotton's hazy mind suddenly became much clearer. He straightened up and stared ahead. Soon, in Cotton's eyes, a figure wearing luxurious clothes slowly walked up to him. And

Following him respectfully was his most loyal servant, Dobby.

"Long time no see, Mr. Cotton."

With his usual elegant smile, Zhan looked at the man tied to the chair in front of him with a mocking expression.

"Frankly speaking, I really didn't expect that after offending me like that, you would still have the guts to stay here and refuse to leave. But it doesn't matter. As the saying goes, it's not a gentleman to retaliate against you. Since you gave

I will naturally cherish this opportunity."

"you…………………"

Hearing this, Cotton glared at Zhan fiercely, but could not say a word. Facing Cotton's glare, Zhan's expression was still so leisurely and contented.

Zhan certainly knows why that idiot Viscount Balfe would be so stupid as to come and cause trouble for him. In front of Enoa, no one can hide his secret. As long as he conducts a little investigation on the body, he can immediately know the truth of the matter.

It was Cotton who encouraged Viscount Balfe to go against him that brought him such trouble. Although for Zhan, this trouble is not strictly a trouble, but as a demon, flaws must be repaid.

Innate skills. Don’t say that the other person is trying to trip you up behind your back. Even if someone glares at you, can you still be considered a demon if you don’t kill him or her family?

"S-lord."

But at this moment, Dobby, who was standing next to Zhan, looked pale. He looked at Cotton evasively and said to him in a low voice.

"I have fulfilled your request, right..."

"Of course, I always keep my word."

Hearing Dobby's words, Zhan En glanced at him and nodded. Then he reached into his arms, took out a bag of coins and threw it over. Dobby reached out to take the purse, opened it and looked at it.

From his joyful expression, Cotton knew that his loyal servant must have sold his master for a good price.

"Well, then I'll leave first."

After putting the money bag away, Dobby glanced at Cotton again, but in the end he said nothing. Instead, he showed a flattering smile to Zhan, and then the somewhat rickety attendant turned around and planned to leave.

At this moment, Cotton suddenly saw a huge, dark figure falling silently from behind Dobby. Then, before the poor attendant could react, he was crushed by the dark beast falling from the sky.

Below him, there was a shrill scream, and the next moment, the splashing blood and the sound of gnawing covered everything up.

"I have always believed that loyalty and trustworthiness are both virtues that need to be followed."

Looking at the pale Cotton, Zhan chuckled, then he walked forward and came to Cotton, looking at his sweaty face with interest.
Chapter completed!