"What about the money?"
"For us, money is not a problem."
Gideon led the horse to the post next to the weary traveler, and most people might not have noticed it.
They left the horse and servant together, and then walked to the front of the inn. A wooden plaque read: It is forbidden to carry weapons. Gideon rolled his eyes. "Most of the people inside have weapons-some will be fully armed," Gideon whispered. "If he doesn't know, the innkeeper is a fool. The sign is only there, so local laws can issue fines more easily." They face a big mahogany door, so are you ready? There will be some rude customers, even pirates or robbers," Gideon said.
Fan Fan put on his best mask. He thinks that his life is worse than those lurking in the tired tourist hotel. Of course, what is more terrifying than the devil? In any case, he was with a Satan's pastor, and probably the best of his orders. Gideon blinked at him and said, "Don't let them see the fear in your eyes. Keep staring at me." When he pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked into the tired tourist hotel, he pulled his hat Up.
As soon as they walked into the inn, a pungent smell hit their senses-stinky sweat, spilt beer, a secondary aroma began to filter, bread baking and sausage.
The weary traveler was held by the craft—an anchor, a net, and even a helmet—all fixed to the wall. A large main room is along the far end of the bar, and a set of stairs consisting of two stairs rises to the second floor, where rooms can be provided according to customer needs.
On the main floor, the tables are placed here and there. The compartments are arranged on the walls. Everything looks old but very strong. The only lights in the main hall are oil lamps and candles. There are no windows.
There is a sense of restricted danger in the hotel, like a lion sleeping in a cage. Fanfan now feels like a piece of fresh meat. These people live on the edge of danger and even thrive in danger. They can discover fear from a mile away and know a hundred different ways to use fear to their advantage.
When Gideon entered the room, Fan Fan stayed behind him. His eyes jumped from one table to another, along the bar. Everyone looked at them, even those who had never looked at them directly. They are rude people-the kind of people who will laugh with you for a while and celebrate with a toast, but turn around and stab you in the back.
Other things move on the weary traveler—those that are not human, clinging to the shadow, hating the light. Fan Fan's body began to squirm, and the hair on his neck stood up-there were demons living in this place.
Gideon led them through the quagmire of gamblers and drunks to the bar. A stout middle-aged man wiped his glasses behind the curved mahogany board. When they approached, his eyes kept moving from the rags. Sweep up to the boys. When they walked to the brass railing on the side of the counter, he said, "Gentlemen, what do you want?"
"Cold water and a plate of bread and cheese," Gideon said. Fan Fan smelled the scent of sausages on the flames in the kitchen area. "Bring some sausages for the kids."
The bar owner was exhausted by the request of the men and women. Gideon patted a silver coin on the counter. The man immediately attracted attention, and the money removed any doubts on his face. "Yes, coming soon."
Gideon puts his index finger on the silver coin. "We need a room to come."
The barkeeper nodded and walked briefly into the kitchen. Gideon didn't take off his hat, the more mysterious they were, the less likely someone would come to disturb them. When the man came back, he brought meat, bread, cheese and water. All this smelled wonderful, and Fan Fan went straight in.
"My friend and I are looking for tickets to cross the blue sea," Gideon said.
The barkeeper put his elbow on the counter and leaned against it, "What is your destination?"
"It might be Emanuel," Gideon said, his voice was so low that only the bartender could hear him.
Before he answered, his eyes moved from side to side, "I might be able to recommend someone to you"
Gideon hit a copper plate on the counter, and the man snatched it quickly before continuing. "Two days later, a captain’s boat is preparing for a journey across the blue sea. If you want, I can Help you arrange."
Gideon slid another silver coin through the mahogany. The man patted his hand on it, but when he raised it again, the coin was gone. He looked at Gideon and found that he was playing with it with his fingers. For a dollar, "when the service is done to my liking," he said.
The man laughed at him a little, watching the shiny silverware turning on Gideon’s fingers, "I will arrange it myself," he said. From the Yin shadow across the room, several people looked at Gideon. Tucked the money back into the purse under his cloak.
Fan Fan continued to devour food, Gideon began to cut a piece of cheese for himself, but stopped midway. The movement from behind them caught his attention. The air turned. He felt a shock and heard a creak on the floor. Several people walked towards them from a table across the room.
Gideon did not respond, nor did he lower his hat, but he did take the knife out of the cheese block and put it under his cloak. Gideon looked at Fan Fan's eyes. The boy has a better understanding of what is about to happen. Fan Fan stopped chewing and looked at the man they approached.
"How many?" Gideon whispered
"Four."
"Keep calm, I will deal with it." He said, Gideon has always been calm, and his training as a samurai pastor has taught him many things. He knows that there are more than a hundred ways to kill a person, and there are many ways to make a person suffer and force them to surrender.
The only thing he wanted to know was how serious these people were about the reason for their invasion. Gideon thought they had seen the money and wanted it. Nowadays, silver coins are difficult to buy, and in a place like a tired tourist hotel, it is difficult to find silver coins, just asking for trouble.
To some extent, Gideon had hoped this could happen. He hopes everyone knows to keep their distance. Therefore, it is helpful to volunteer and prove his point of view. No matter who these four gentlemen are, they just made a wrong choice.
One of them came over and stood behind Fan Fan. He has a beard with many gray stripes on it. He dressed like a sailor, maybe a pirate, and his fat belly put pressure on his wide belt and steel buckle. Fanfan glanced back at the man, but kept calm as Gideon's instructions. The man bowed his head frantically to the boy and waited. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)