It was in the morning when Richard came to the small town of Shambhala. This was incomparable with the busiest time in the evening, but logically, people should be coming and going on the streets.
But when Richard came to the small town of Shambhala, he only saw that the streets were extremely deserted, with not even a single person in sight, and it was as empty as a ghost town.
what happened
With some doubts, Richard walked towards a tavern on the street, ready to inquire about the news.
As a result, I walked to the door of the tavern, only to find that the door and windows of the tavern were tightly closed. I pushed the door hard, but it couldn't be pushed open at all. I took a brief look with my gazing eye and found that there was a thick and long stick holding it inside.
Weird thing!
It’s fine if the tavern doesn’t take the initiative to solicit customers. How can it forcibly prevent potential guests from entering
Richard raised his eyebrows, not wanting to waste time exploring slowly, he pushed his hand forward and cast a spell, causing the entire tavern door to shake. He forced the stick that was staring at him away, opened the door with a "snap" and walked in.
This time, the people in the tavern were really shocked.
As soon as Richard entered, he saw a whole tavern full of people standing up and looking at him at the door with a bit of vigilance and a bit of panic.
A few people were so excited that they grabbed the wooden bench they were sitting on and prepared to throw it at him.
Several others grabbed the wine bottles on the table, raised them above their heads and began to accumulate power, preparing to use them as throwing props to attack. As a result, he misjudged the amount of beer remaining in the bottle, and the foaming barley beer poured over his head with a splash, flowing down his neck, and quickly drenched his entire body.
this!
The whole scene stopped for about three-and-a-half-quarters of a second, just long enough for all the remaining beer in the beer to drain out.
Three-and-a-half seconds later, the bartender, who was standing behind the counter and scratching his neck to look over, reacted, waved his hand, motioned for everyone to sit down, and said in a comforting voice: "Don't be nervous, everyone, the person who came in is not a monster or a demon. , are people...well, living people."
"call-"
After hearing the bartender's words, the people in the tavern breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and sat back down.
After sitting back in his seat, he was slightly embarrassed for the first two seconds because of his fussing, but by the third second, he was completely back to the way he was before Richard came in - drinking when he should, chatting when he should, and the faint sound of chatting. Floated into Richard's ears.
"I was scared to death. I thought it was those monsters rushing into the town."
"Me too, I was so scared that I almost fainted. But fortunately, it was a misunderstanding. To be honest, if this continues, I won't even dare to leave the house."
"Tch, what do you think? I'm planning to move."
"Moving? Damn it, where are you going to move to? Are you going to stop working? What will you eat and drink?"
"You can take care of so much. Let's save your own life first. With food and drink, and a little money saved before, it should be able to last for a while. Wait until all the money is spent before considering other things..."
Richard glanced at the two people chatting, then glanced at a sloppy drunkard in the corner, thoughtfully. Then he walked towards the counter, glanced at the bartender standing behind the counter, and opened his mouth to ask some questions.
Before speaking, Richard flicked a finger on his right hand, and with a soft "shoo" sound, a silver coin seemed to be picked out of thin air. The silver coin spun in the air for more than ten times before falling. Then with a "pop" sound, Richard pressed it on the surface of the counter and pushed it in front of the bartender, but did not let go.
The bartender's eyes lit up when he saw Richard's movements. Before Richard could ask a question, he spoke first and asked with interest: "A person from out of town?"
After hearing this, Richard was slightly startled, blinked, and said, "That's right. How did you guess it?"
"It's too simple." The bartender said with some showoff, "I know most of the people in this town, even if I can't name them, they are familiar with each other, but you are an exception, you are naturally from out of town. Of course. , and there is another most important reason, that is, people here use copper coins most. If it is a silver coin, they will deliberately cut it into a small circle to save money. People like you who are honest and use intact silver coins , they can only be from out of town.”
After a pause, the bartender asked again: "Let me guess what you are doing here. No surprise, are you here to buy ore?"
Richard thought for a while, and in a sense, he really had this goal, so he vaguely said: "Absolutely."
"Oh, then you are out of luck." The bartender sighed and looked at Richard with some pity, "You came at the wrong time. You should have come a month earlier."
"Why do you say that?" Richard asked.
The bartender shrugged: "Do you need to explain this? You should have seen it on the street outside. The current Shambhala town..."
At the end of the sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice: "The current Shambhala town... is not normal!"
"Not normal? I kind of want to know why it's not normal." Richard looked at the bartender and said, "If you can tell me the truth, then the silver coin I have is a thank you."
"What a good deal." The bartender sighed, then leaned forward slightly, looked at Richard, and said tentatively, "Speaking of which, a person like you can buy anything with just a silver coin. From what I know, there must be no shortage of money. Most of them are nobles or wealthy businessmen.
Then I think if I am willing to tell you everything I know and answer all your questions in exchange for two silver coins instead of one, you won't be angry, right? "
"Oh." After hearing this, Richard took a deep look at the bartender.
I can see that the other person is about seventeen or eighteen years old, not tall, just over 1.5 meters tall, with a few freckles on his face, and his appearance is below the passing line. But the other party's eyes were very bright, and they were constantly moving in their sockets, making them appear alert and cynical. Such people may not have much profound knowledge, but they have insight into the ways of the world and know how to maximize their own interests.
After looking at the other person for a few seconds, Richard thought for a moment, chuckled and said, "If you can really do what you say and satisfy me, then I can give you three silver coins."
"Then it's settled." The bartender raised his eyebrows and said, "Please feel free to ask questions. Um, or maybe I'll tell you the recent events in Shambhala in detail first, and then you can ask questions?"
"Can."
"In this case, we have to start talking about it more than half a month ago..." The bartender told the story quickly.
The bartender's language organization skills are very strong, and the description is vivid without delay, which makes people immersed in the scene. It was like an excellent novelist who told Richard in detail what happened in Shambhala recently in just ten minutes.
Only then did Richard understand the current situation in Shambhala Town.
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