Norton Lorist was hanging a large satchel diagonally from left to right, and on his back was a large backpack with double shoulder straps that was as long as his shoulders and bulging to his knees. He was carrying a large grass-yellow rattan box in his left hand, and he carried it on his shoulder with his right hand. A large and long animal skin roll, while stretching out a foot to open the double-opening mahogany door with a white wine glass, on the other hand, it is like a big benzene bear strayed into the iron-toothed bushes, struggling, staggering, Squeeze through the door of the tavern that usually allows two burly men to enter and exit at the same time.
Three o'clock in the afternoon was the most leisurely time in the Red Crow Tavern. There were only three people in the huge tavern hall. Old Mike, the red-nosed singer, drank too much cat urine at noon, and fell asleep on the table. Sitting at a table next to the fireplace and playing cards to pass the time were Old Hope, who owned a leather shoe store at home, and Old Tom, a retired postman. At this moment, the two were staring at Lorist who entered the tavern with wide eyes in surprise.
Nodding to Old Hope and Old Tom, Lorist took off all the burdens on his body and threw them on the ground in front of the long tavern counter. Large and small backpacks, satchels, boxes, and animal skins were rolled up into a hill. He took off the bearskin hat on his head and threw it on the table beside him, took off his black leather coat, pulled out the two swords of different lengths from his waist, and put them on the table. He took a deep breath, slapped the counter, and shouted, "Lao Jia, Lao Jia, where is he? Where did he go? The wine barrel was taken away!"
"Oh my god, it's Little Locke..." This was old Tom, who finally recognized Norton Lorist who had taken off his fur coat.
Old Hope stood up impatiently: "Hey, Little Locke, why did it take so long this time? It's been more than half a year, and we are all worried about what happened to you. Have you got the star pattern buckskin I want? "
Pointing to the animal skin rolls on the ground, Lorist said, "Three of them are wrapped inside, you can see for yourself."
A limping, tall, thin old man came out of the small door behind the counter. Seeing Lorist standing in front of the counter, a smile flashed across his gloomy face: "You're back?"
This old man is the owner of the Red Crow Tavern, Brunan Garrilando, the old Jia in Lorist's mouth. Don't look at his limping and mobility difficulties, but who would have thought that this old man who usually stays behind the counter of the tavern with a casual smile and expressionless face would be a gold one-star swordsman, even the neighbors who often go to the tavern for entertainment They all regard him as an ordinary tavern owner.
"Hey, Lao Jia, first have a glass of black plum ale to moisten your throat, and ask the fat man in the kitchen behind to get up and give me a big meal first. I've been eating and sleeping in the open for more than half a year, and I miss your delicacy." Lorist You're welcome.
"Understood." Gary Lando spooned a large glass of ale and put it in front of Lorist: "You drink some first, I'll wake Madoff up."
"By the way, Lao Jia, you can help me check it out later. This time I have brought all the things you asked for. Check to see if it is the same as what you registered." Lorist looked at the old man while drinking ale. Hope rummaged through the hide rolls.
Gary Lando let out an "En" and disappeared through the small door.
"Heh" a woman with sleepy eyes and yawning appeared in the small door: "Who, don't you know that everyone is going to take a nap now? It's not too late to eat at this time, it's really sick."
The chest was choppy, and the well-fitting maid uniform on the top was tight. This is Louise, the eldest maid of the Red Crow Tavern.
"Uh..." Lorist choked heavily, his face turned red. No matter who meets the first woman who has had sexual relations with him, he will feel a little guilty. Lorist, in particular, was a little scared of Miss Louise's head. After all, he was drunk at the Red Crow Tavern on his twentieth birthday and was taken away by Sister Louise as a gift to him as an adult. It's been a few years, and Lorist still has lingering fears when he sees Miss Louise.
"Oh, it's our little Locke who's back! It's been half a year, and I miss you so much, come on, give me a hug first." Seeing Lorist, Louise's eyes lit up, and her drowsiness disappeared. He rushed over with his hands open.
Across the counter, Lorist and Sister Louise gave a virtual hug, and Sister Louise kissed him hard on the face twice.
"Just came back? Poor little Locke, you've lost weight in just half a year. People often talk about you, and they're worried about what will happen to you. I haven't heard from you for so long. I'm afraid that something will happen to you..." Louise The eldest sister started nagging.
"Well, didn't I come back? This time I went to the Relic Islands, and I couldn't communicate across the sea. Besides, don't you all know that the ship goes there every six months? What are you worried about? At least have some confidence in my strength. ?”
"Just relying on your black iron three-star strength? How many silver swordsmen died in the relic islands, and I heard a lot about these things in the tavern." Sister Louise didn't give Lorist any face.
"Uh, but my three-star black iron has never lost against a silver swordsman..." Lorist rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed.
"You are a college competition, not a life-and-death fight with monsters. Others let you go. I really don't understand why those old men in your college have taken a fancy to you and asked you to be a bodyguard to go on an adventure with them. So many silver swordsmen don't want it. Sister Louise thought that it was a heinous crime to let little Locke, who had the strength of black iron, do the work of a silver swordsman, and it was beyond all justice.
Lorist smiled wryly, Miss Louise was just purely kind, how could she understand the pain of being stagnant in the black iron stage for more than three years and unable to break through. This time the academy organized a team to go on an expedition to the Ruins Islands, but I was still obsessed with the old Dean Levins, and was forced to sign several unequal treaties that suffered a lot. As a life assistant, he followed the adventure team to the Relic Islands.
Without the strength of the Silver Swordsman, going to the Ruins Islands would mean death. This is a well-known fact to all adventurers in Galintia. Of course, protected scholars and researchers are excluded. Although Lorist went there as a life supporter who took care of several professors of the college, he actually did no less than Silver Swordsman. The danger of the silver swordsman's strength has also been experienced several times.
It took nearly two months to go back and forth, and I stayed on the relic islands for four months, and I gained a lot. Lorist himself also felt that the life-and-death fights with those monsters and several life-threatening experiences had indeed greatly increased his strength. His sword skills became sharper, his movements became more agile, and even his mental intuition became sharper. It's just that the wish I had expected to break through the battle qi black iron rank through life and death experience still couldn't be realized, and I was still stagnant at the peak stage of the black iron three stars.
I regret it at the beginning, how could I have such a big brain hole, and even tried to use the luck method of practicing Qigong in my previous life to run my battle qi. One is meridians, one is blood vessels, one is internal, and the other is external. Horses and cows have nothing to do with each other. Only you can do that when your brain is cramped. The result was good, the high-level Raging Flame Fighting Qi passed down from his body was broken by himself, and it has been stagnant at the black iron stage for more than three years, unable to be promoted to a silver swordsman. He has also been reduced from being an envied swordsmanship genius in the academy to a joke in the academy.
"Hey, Brother Locke, I'm finally back. It's a pleasure to see you..." The big fat man who interrupted Lorist's self-pity and self-pity is the chef Madoff of the Red Crow Tavern. Wearing a mottled blue linen apron, he tried to squeeze his big belly into the counter through the small door.
"Hi, Madoff, I'm also very glad to meet you." Lorist raised the ale glass in his hand: "Is there anything else to eat? I just came back from starvation and didn't eat breakfast or lunch. A rye stick was eaten on board..."
"Oh my god, Little Locke, didn't you say earlier, don't just drink, it will ruin your stomach on an empty stomach. Madoff, think about what you can serve right away?" Miss Louise said.
"Here, there is roast goose in the smoker, which has not been seasoned yet, and there is stewed pork ribs with potatoes in the big pot, but it is already cold and hot, and these will have to wait until later. By the way, there are mutton balls steamed over low heat. You can serve it, it’s hot, Louise, go to my room, there are two buttered white breads in the birch box next to the bed, bring them to Locke first, that’s what I’m going to eat as a snack in the afternoon.” Mai Dolph was a little reluctant to part with the two loaves of buttered white bread.
Sister Louise left in a hurry.
"Well, here's a roast goose, a pot of stewed pork ribs with potatoes, and Madoff, fry me a herring, a plate of green beans and blood sausage, steamed eggs and rice shrimp, fried mushrooms and green cabbage, and a bottle of fruit wine That's enough." Lorist continued to order.
"So much? Have you eaten?" Madoff looked at Lorist suspiciously.
"I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow. Go get some food. Let's sit down and have a drink together."
Just as Madoff was sent away, Sister Louise came over with a large plate of steaming mutton balls and two pieces of buttered white bread: "Eat quickly, don't starve yourself."
"Oh, Little Locke, you are great, this is the leather I want, look, what a beautiful star pattern..." Before he swallowed the bread in his mouth, there was old Hope's admiration from behind, and he was He couldn't put it down, holding three deerskins the size of the tabletop and watching them by the firelight, full of praise.
"By the way, I'll go home and get the money, and I'll be right back." Old Hope finally put down the buckskin in his hand, and rushed out of the tavern with agility not commensurate with his age.
"Uh, why is he in such a hurry..." Lorist shrugged at Louise at the table, and said vaguely while chewing the mutton balls.
"Old Hope has been talking about you in the tavern for the past two months. I thought he was kind, but it turned out that he was thinking about the leather you promised to bring to him..." Old Tom, a retired postman, raised his hand to Lorist. ale mug in.
When Sister Louise served Lorist the green bean blood sausage, old Hope also rushed back sweating profusely, came to Lorist's table panting, and picked it up from a delicate patterned leather bag. He poured out fifteen gold coins, one fifty to one in size, and impatiently prepared to get the three star-patterned deerskins.
"Hey, old Hope, wait a minute, are you sure it's the price?" At some point, the tavern owner Gary Lando appeared in front of Old Hope, and pressed his hands on the three star-patterned buckskins on the table.
"Gary Lando, what's the matter with you? Didn't little Locke also have an opinion?" Old Hope looked at Gary Lando.
"Little Locke didn't say that he had no objection. The current market price is seven Gold Fords plus eight large silver coins and one star-patterned buckskin. If you want to take away the three best skins for fifteen Gold Fords, it's too unreasonable. "
Old Hope blushed: "But I made the decision half a year ago..."
"Half a year ago when you made the reservation with Little Locke, you didn't agree on the price. You only said it was the market price. It's been half a year and you still have the market price at that time. You really have the guts to say that. Now there are fewer and fewer star pattern buckskins on the market. , the price is getting higher and higher. If you sell these three high-quality leathers, someone might offer you eight goldfords. If you use them to make boots, you can make a dozen pairs, which is enough for you to earn dozens of goldfords. If you don’t make up the price difference, don’t do this deal, and I’ll take it out for Little Locke to sell, don’t believe no one will offer a high price.”
"That's right, didn't two mercenaries say it two days ago, now you have to go to the Ruins Islands to buy star-patterned buckskins for five jinfords, which is not very good. Old Hope, you are clearly bullying people, aren't you? Locke has brought you three good leathers all the way, do you have the nerve to make him work for nothing?" Sister Louise rolled her eyes at Old Hope with a look of contempt.
Old Hope returned to Lorist's table resentfully, took out seven gold coins from his purse and put them on the table: "I didn't bring any big silver coins..."
A Golden Ford is worth twenty big silver coins, and Old Hope will offer four big silver coins.
Lorist waved his hand generously: "Forget it."
Staring at the back of old Hope who hurried away with the leather bag, Miss Louise was very upset: "Why are you so generous, it's cheap for the old bastard, four big silver coins are enough for ten meals."
Lorist smiled and said, "What's the matter, did Old Hope offend you?"
Sister Louise exploded immediately: "This old bastard, old miser, takes advantage of the maids in the tavern every day, but never pays a tip.....a glass of ale for five coppers can last an afternoon, occupying a seat. Shit..."
Uh, the maids in the tavern are meant to take advantage of the drinkers. It’s not a big deal to flirt, rub your breasts, pat your butt, and get some oil, but it’s disgusting for guests who don’t pay tips to take advantage of the maids. , belongs to the most unpopular, deserves to go out and bump into a carriage...