Well, since our protagonist, Don Eun, the first person he thought of was Joshia, then we might as well sell him for his face and turn his gaze back to Bran to see what this gray-clothed military intelligence leader is doing...

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In the morning, Shanxi City.

The cold wind is not cold and the sun is warm. Compared with the bone-cold Northern Wilderness, which is completely unwelcome to live in, although Bran is also in winter, the cold winter in this holy city in the hinterland of the north is not so perverted.

Of course, this is relatively speaking. If you come from the broken mouth of an old woman in Shanxicheng, you will definitely not be difficult to hear such nagging, 'This winter seems to be colder...'

The steak by the stream is running a businessman, and you can tell what it is doing by listening to the name. Because the location is a bit remote, the business will naturally not be too good. Basically, the people who come here are old customers around, which are quiet and quiet.

When the tavern was just opened, the civilians around him also discussed this, saying that the tavern would probably not be open for long, and would like the owner of the tavern before, and finally choose to change hands for a while.

But at least the facts are not so. Although the business of the pub has not improved, it is open daily, and it is basically unhindered. Some old alcoholics around are naturally happy when they see this. Sometimes they even deliberately call their friends to come and go around for a few glasses of cheap ale wine to make their popularity, fearing that the pub will close. In that case, they have to run far if they want to drink...

These interesting and ridiculous actions have made the tavern business better for a period of time, making the owners a little ridiculous. In fact, these drunkards are completely over-thinking. Because this tavern will always stand here without any accidents. After all, it is the base camp of the secret agency of the Gray Clothing Army!

Of course, the so-called base camp is just a saying, it is just because Joshia, the highest leader of the secret agency, often stays here, so he is called this.

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Because it was the morning, the tavern was extremely deserted, and there were only two or three drunken guests. They kept their cups and whispered from time to time, or suddenly cursed loudly, saying that life was not easy, etc.

In addition, there was a middle-aged shop owner sitting near the door, calmly wiping the counter in front of him over and over with a rag. He seemed to be accustomed to this situation and did not mean to restrain the drunken guests. But from time to time, he would turn his eyes to the corner of the hall, shake his head slightly, and look a little regretful.

Sitting there was a man with disheveled hair and drinking. There were empty wine jars placed on the table. The angle was related to the angle, but if someone pays attention to details, he would find that although the man had a sloppy image, his waist was straight. It was not deliberately so, but it was like a natural posture that had been trained all year round... the unique temperament of the military soldiers!

At this time, the man shook the wine can in his hand, as if he had drunk it completely. He put it down casually. Then he waved his hand and bang, and slapped off the other bottle of wine can seal the seal.

Seeing this, the middle-aged shop owner sighed, got up and walked over, knocked on the table and whispered: "Drink less, you should go back and rest."

He ate his hand and put down the wine jar. The man slowly raised his head, looking handsome and not old. However, his face obviously had no clutter, and his blood-blooded red eyes made him feel a little disappointed.

Of course, these are not the most important ones. The key is the long terrifying scar from the corner of his left eye to his chin. It destroyed his handsome appearance. With his current image, it is somewhat hideous.

However, although his face was fierce and he had drunk a lot of wine now, from the table, although there was no empty wine jar that fell to the ground, we can tell that the young man was still somewhat restrained and had not lost his mind now.

Nodding slightly and receiving this concern, the young man was able to speak. He held the bottle of the newly opened wine jar and stood up crookedly, staggered towards the back door of the tavern. I don’t know if it was the residents here or the staff inside the tavern.

"Hehe... eat, eat, eat, eat the king's meal?" A drunkard guest not far away stood up and left before he paid the bill. He also shaking up, rolled up his sleeves, and looked resentful, "Boss, Eune... Don't be afraid, I'll help you get justice. Well, little boy, don't leave..."

"Uh...misunderstanding, misunderstanding." The middle-aged shop owner was stunned when he saw this and hurriedly went up to block the drunkard guest, "He is my long-term resident, and the wine money had already been paid."

"Oh? That's good... that's good, boss, if you encounter chewy food in the future... then what happens? Just come to me directly. I, Hu San, will definitely cover this piece... I can cover it!"

"Yes, yes, I will be troubled by you in the future."

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The middle-aged shop owner here was dealing with the tavern guests, but the young man seemed to have not heard of the little dispute. He kept walking and staggered out of the back door of the tavern hall.

There are several steps at the back door. When the young man arrived here, he narrowed his red eyes and walked with a very difficult time. He shook his head three times and wanted to fall down. At this time, a man dressed in a tavern waiter rushed in from the front door with a piece of white paper, and nodded with the middle-aged shop owner, then quickly ran towards the back door, as if he had something urgent to do.

The steps were not wide at all. Although the waiter had already avoided it and was about to pass by the side, the young man happened to stagger and the two of them collided.

Bang... The waiter was fine. He raised the white paper in his hand and quickly stood firm. But the young man who drank too much could not do it. He tilted his body and sat down on the steps.

Seeing this, the waiter quickly leaned over and helped him, glanced around him, and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, Lord Borg, I'm going to be anxious."

"It's okay. It has nothing to do with you. I'm drinking too much." After waved his hand, the young man stood up from the ground without hesitation. When he glanced at the waiter, he saw the wanted words and a portrait on the white paper in the hand of the waiter, and asked casually, "What is this?"

"Uh..." the waiter hesitated for a moment and replied, "This is something to report to the leader."

The so-called regiment commander is naturally Joshia's other identity, the leader of the propaganda department of the Grey Clothing Army. For the sake of the safety of the leaders of the secret agency, it is also because Joshia herself doesn't care. So although her current status is much higher than that of the regiment commander, people in the agency generally call her the regiment commander.

Joshia... The young man narrowed his eyes, his eyes were complicated, and he waved his hand after a fleeting moment: "I'm fine, you go and do your business."

"yes."

Seeing the waiter turning into the road on the left and walking far away, the young man stood there in a daze, then shook his head, raised his head and drank a drink of wine, and continued to stagger forward.

That's right, this young man is Borg who hasn't seen for a long time.

The battle between Bran and the Northern Wilderness had long ended. As one of the middle-level generals of the Gray-Clothed Army to reinforce Bran, he naturally shouldn't have appeared here alone, and he stayed there for nearly a month.

The reason for this is naturally because of that embarrassing thing! When Borg was disfigured and led his troops to retreat into the Zichen Legion defense zone, he suddenly encountered Joshia in the front line city, but was immediately slapped. Then, Borg lost his mind and ordered his soldiers to attack Mixiu. In the end, he did not take advantage of it, but after Mixiu announced that he was a wounded soldier under Frey, he was beaten up by the passing Thunder Legion soldiers and was finally detained by Zichen soldiers.

This matter was not a big deal, but it was impossible to pretend that it had not happened. The Thunder Soldier who beat people was righteous, while Bog became a villain who intended to destroy the cooperative relationship between the two sides. The Zichen Legion naturally ignored this matter and finally pushed it to the front-line general of the gray-clothed army.

Because of his identity, Borg was not punished. Of course, it was undoubtedly unrealistic to continue to stay on the front line. Just because of his injuries on his face, Borg was scolded by General Daniel, the highest general in the front line of the gray-clothed army, and left the front line in shame.

Then, Borg's third uncle, Enoke from the secret agency, sent someone to take him over after learning the news, hoping that he would take him to rest in the city behind him and adjust his condition.

However, judging from the current situation, Borg's condition has obviously not been adjusted. On the contrary, after looking at the scars on his face and touching the place where Joshia slapped, Borg's heart seemed to be swallowed by thousands of ants, tormented and tormented. He could only numb himself through alcohol all day, so that he could gain a moment of stability.

"Ha, dare to hit me, that woman... a slut!" He raised his head and drank wine, and his steps were staggering. The scar on Borg's face was like a living centipede, bent and twisted, slightly red, and it was really hideous and terrifying.

"Uh..." Borg suddenly paused, and he shook his head. Then he realized that he did not walk to the guest room, but actually came to the place where Joshia was discussing. Slap! Suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself heavily. Borg hugged his head and roared, "You are still thinking about her, and you are still thinking about that bastard! Borg, you idiot, idiot..."

The madman insults himself and speaks dirty words, which are extremely unpleasant.

For a moment, Borg turned around and walked backwards, but after only a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the office with a strange expression, "Haha, it's okay to see, this little guy... I'll take a look again, just look, oh, little guy..."
Chapter completed!