Paladin, who was unaware of being noticed, took a deep breath. Because he is no longer the humble slave Paladin, but as a priest from a noble family, Paladin, Flamel.
Therefore, he must not only show the piety of a priest, but also the elegance and calmness of a nobleman. But Palatine had no idea what a nobleman was like. Because he has never seen aristocratic style. Fortunately, the professors of the Free Masons Association are usually both gentle and erudite. Very generous. Just thinking about what the professor did, he followed suit.
I saw Paladin showing a gentle and unassuming smile, raising his hands lightly, holding the cross that his parents left him hanging on his chest, and slowly facing the old man at the counter in a pious to fanatical tone. Said: "Oh, praise the great and almighty Inos! Revered old man, under the radiance of God, I go to your inn. I want only hot water and bread. Knives and clothes..."
Who knew that before Paladin had finished speaking, the old man patted the table impatiently, frowned and spread his hands to Paladin and said rudely: "Money! Young priest, even if Enos comes to visit, you have to pay money!"
"Hahahahaha!" As soon as the voice fell, the whole tavern burst into laughter! The mercenary and the sergeant looked at the embarrassed Paladin and laughed. One of the tall mercenaries suddenly let go of the girl in his arms, pointed at Paladin and scolded with a smile: "Oh! Dear priest, even Inos will have to pay, if there is no money..."
Before he could finish speaking, the mercenaries in the hall immediately laughed in unison: "Get out!" Paladin had no sorrow or joy in his heart, but he pointed at the group of mercenaries with an angry look on his face and roared: "How can you do this? Talk about the great Enos! Don't you have faith? Blasphemy, naked blasphemy!" As soon as Paladin finished speaking, the laughter that had just stopped was picked up by this one, and the laughter became even more intense.
"Oh! Poor priest. We are all mercenaries, and the business of adding blood to the knife edge. The god of light, Inos, naturally bless us, otherwise we would not be alive until now!" One of the mercenaries laughed. , making others happier. Paladin, who was furious on his face, kept secretly looking at the mage. The people at the mage table were very silent, and there was no sign of joining the ranks of mercenaries.
With a sigh of relief, Paladin immediately snorted and threw a gold coin and jumped on the counter. A clear but subtle sound came out: "Old man, I don't know if this money will help the servant of God to rest his tired body?"
A moment, this moment! The originally noisy pub immediately quieted down. Everyone, mercenaries, girls, bards, even waiters and old men, stared at the gold coins on the table! Gold coin, this is gold coin! It's not that these mercenaries are so poor that they haven't seen gold coins. They have seen, and have seen quite a few. But I have never seen a person come to such a low-level tavern and spend more than ten silver coins! And this priest, when he raised his hand, was a gold coin! Does that mean that he is rich!
The first to react was the old man. I saw that he grabbed the gold coins at a speed that even the top mentors of the Assassin Alliance could not match. After biting and groping for a while, he nodded with a strange expression: "It's real gold, Mr. Father, let's prepare the best room for you."
"Boom!" As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar in the originally quiet tavern! This embarrassed poor priest is so rich! The same mercenaries who came for money, invariably set their greedy eyes on the thin Paladin. And the mage O'Neill, who lowered his head, said in a hoarse whisper, "Look at the form."
The old man took a pitiful look at Paladin, and said slowly as if you were finished: "Name, where are you from? This is an order from the Archduke, and those who live in border towns need to register." "Paladin, Flamel." "Paladin... eh? Ah!"
The old man, who nodded slightly, had just written Paladin's name on the paper, and suddenly remembered the surname behind it. He was so frightened that he threw away the quill, looked at Paladin in surprise, and asked cautiously, "Sir, what do you say your name is?" "Well, Paladin, Flamel." "My Inos! It's the noble man!"
The old man jumped up in fright. Those mercenaries were also looking at each other in disbelief. But he saw Paladin indifferently taking out a badge from his cuff, depicting a lion kneeling in straw. It turned out to be the badge of the Flamel family!
"Master, please, please!" The old man changed his original appearance and was flattering. It was time to invite Paladin upstairs. Paladin suddenly stopped, turned to look at the mercenaries with regret and pity on their faces and said: "As you can see, I am a priest who is going to the church. The destination is Nuerba. I don't know. Brave warriors, who would be willing to escort the servants of God to Nuerba? Of course, there is still some money to comfort you."
Paladin said these words, it can be said to be neither humble nor arrogant. Classy elegance. So that no one present doubts his true identity.
Paladin said these words, and the eyes of those mercenaries who were originally regretful brightened instantly! This is a great opportunity to meet a noble! Although he was afraid of leaking the news, he was known to have murdered the nobles and was hanged. But being able to curry favor with an aristocrat now is also a great invisible asset;
A lot of mercenaries were about to make a move when the mage O'Neill who was sitting in the corner suddenly nodded. Seeing such a soldier by his side, Orkney immediately stood up and shouted without hesitation: "This noble master, how can these wastes who can't even hold a dagger escort you? Let us protect you all the way. Bar."
The mercenaries present immediately glared at him, but after seeing the mage O'Neil slowly stand up, sparks flickered on the tips of his fingers. Immediately dismissed the idea of teaching these people. "Mage, that's a mage! Don't put your life here for a business!" Paladin saw that the surrounding mercenaries dared not speak, and his eyes narrowed indistinctly. He just hopes to be able to pull these ordinary mercenaries. It can also be used as a material for refining Philosopher's Stone on the way.
But now the mage's team has emerged, and more than 200 elements are wandering around the mage. It's really hard to deal with on your own. And if you don't agree at this time, it will be very strange. A powerful team, as a noble, does not hire, but hires some extremely ordinary mercenaries, everyone will find it strange. If you are curious, you will be curious, and you will understand. Your false identity is at risk.
In this short moment, when Paladin's mind was thinking about countermeasures, suddenly, a sense of crisis like an ice pick inserted into his heart came to his face! Palatine's expression changed instantly, he turned his head to look, and saw that the window of the tavern was dazzlingly white. It was like a dazzling explosion of hundreds of magic lights! But the strange thing is that everyone present did not notice the strangeness of this dazzling white light. Only the mage, O'Neill, shrouded in black robes, raised his bowed head sharply. It seems a little nervous, completely different from the previous silence and calmness!