Old Allen ignored Bernie and kept his eyes on Lan En.

Bernie's mouth slowly grew, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lan En beside him.

The young man followed his fingers and looked over. The bartender over there was not only brushing his ears, but also nailing the brushed ears to the wooden wall behind him with great interest.

"When I first entered, Bill told me that from now on this pub would be called [Water Ghost's Right Ear]."

The small restaurant, which usually only has a few fishermen supporting the scene, ushered in a crowded and lively business day today.

"Royal Vizima!"

The young man just shrugged.

"Royal Vizima?"

But what does it matter now?

On the table, the young man took a big gulp of the yellow Royal Vizima beer.

He is the only orphan among the villagers killed by Bordon.

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