There is a hostel called "Trout in the Woods" in the middle of Schafflund. The owner of the hostel is just an ordinary middle-aged man, but the ale sold here tastes very good, which attracts many regular customers.
Most of these customers are local workers who work six days a week and can go back to the town to relax on Sundays. The workers who came down from the mine wore a stinky sweat, without exception, had a loud and rude voice, and didn't care about others. Views, in groups, commented on the figure of a certain waitress.
If there is a barmaid who winks at them with a smile, it will definitely cause a boo.
But a few young people were drinking in the corner of the bar, looking at these people sideways, while discussing their own affairs in a low voice. Most of them are here with their parents being workers in the mining area, and of course they are also. However, the peculiar restlessness and restlessness of young people made these young men unwilling to waste time here all their lives. They discussed with each other and were ready to leave here and go to the outside world.
It's just that they have been in this small town since they were born, and the farthest they have been in the nearby forest. At most, they can guess the outside world through conjecture and the words of adventurers outside.
Several people discussed for a while, and just agreed a time, but they heard a cold snort from their noses from around them. The young people were taken aback and turned back with guilty conscience, and saw an elderly dwarf sitting at another table not far away.
As described in most fantasy stories—this old dwarf has a conspicuous big nose and a long beard, dragged down to his waist, braided, and hooped—he has very strong arms and calves. , Looks strong and powerful. However, the skin is not the healthy brownish-red color of hilly dwarves, but a light gray.
When the young man saw this dwarf, his face changed unanimously. The old guy was called Oldham. He didn't know where he came to this place, but he was said to be very capable, and he got mixed up with a stewardship job for the chief here.
But this guy has a bad temper, rigid and stubborn, and never gives a good face; and his own situation is not very satisfactory—someone often sees this old dwarf drinking boring alcohol—although dwarves love to drink, But they rarely drank booze.
Not like this old guy, his temper became worse as soon as he finished drinking, and he had a stern face and ignored no one.
And this guy is extremely arrogant, and no one looks down on it. Someone once heard him speak ill of the clerk. But the old dwarf dared to scold the king as soon as he became angry, so this matter was not noticeable.
When the young man saw that it was him, he couldn't help but cried out inwardly. Some of them were a little clever, and hurriedly said nicely: "Master Oldham, so you are here—"
The old dwarf glanced at these young people: "Why, it hinders you?"
"No, no," the quick-reacting person said immediately: "Why, we want to invite you to drink, but..."
The old dwarf snorted from his nostrils, "Who cares about your shit, but let me remind you, young people, the outside world is not that simple. Be careful to bleed back when you bump your head."
A few young people immediately responded like a pardon, hesitated, and then went to pay the bill in a hurry, and hurriedly left from the front door.
When they left, they couldn’t help crying unlucky. How could they meet this old guy? Fortunately, this old guy didn’t have a good relationship with most people in the town. Otherwise, they ran to tell their parents. Must have a cruel meal.
The old dwarf watched these young people go out and shook his head. The outside world is so entertaining. It's just that the young man is so passionate that he doesn't care about these things; the old dwarf just wanted to lower his head and drink someone's food. Drinking wine, but startled for a moment—he saw three men and four women walking outside the hostel.
In fact, when Brando opened the door and entered, everyone in the hall was lit up.
Pretty girl—
As a pure-blooded royal family of silver elves, the beauty of this girl is self-evident. Although her body hasn't been stretched yet, she has the soft and weak temperament of some girls, but it attracts more people's attention.
Roman and Akane are equally good. The merchant lady always has a special temperament on her body. It makes people want to look at her more. The dark eyes in the middle are very important. The role of.
Besides, she put her hands on the cowhide bag on her chest, looking around, it really made people feel good.
But Akane's amber eyes burning like a raging flame are more attractive. When the girl enters this bar, her brows can't help but frown, and her brows are raised, with a dangerous aura that no one can get near.
The Thunder Spear was split into three pieces and tied to her back. The girl raised her head slightly, letting the long scarlet pony tail hang backwards—she looked around and looked around with a vigilant look.
However, it was Uta who was not so outstanding among the guests. The tall and hot figure of the head of the mercenary made everyone subconsciously whistle as soon as they entered the hall. His gaze fell on the towering chest of the big head.
Uta didn't mind, but snorted coldly.
Brando couldn't help but chuckle.
He used to see such scenes in some fantasy stories—even the various hotels are one of the most important places in that kind of story: adventurers discuss their own things in a low voice. As planned, the rude guests guessed and drank loudly, mixed with the sound of teasing with bar girls.
It would be perfect if there was a poet.
With such unrealistic thoughts, Brando turned his head, and the owner of the bar had already greeted him; he was just an ordinary middle-aged man, but from his appearance, he had already seen the primary and secondary relationship among several people. .
When the men whose lower body decides the upper body to think turned their eyes on a few women, the middle-aged people paid more attention to the details of the temperament revealed by the Brando-although the two angel servants who followed the young man followed suit. The eyebrows are picturesque, but the eyes of the middle-aged people did not linger on them any more.
As the master of this place where people come and go, he has long since cultivated a different way of seeing people from ordinary people.
Especially the self-confidence of modern people in Brando is very similar to the descendants of the nobles of this era who came from prominent families and received good education since childhood. Therefore, the middle-aged people distinguished this young man from others at a glance. .
"This is a noble brother!" The owner of the hotel thought so, barely squeezing a smile on his face, and his tone was unconsciously respectful: "Do you have any needs?"
Brando looked up and saw a wooden board with the type of wine for sale hanging in front of the wine rack; he pointed to the most expensive one on it and ordered a glass-of course Brando was not interested in this thing, he was just Pretend to be.
In addition to Metisa, several ladies invariably ordered a kind of fruit wine, which was slightly sweet and sour. The ghost does not need to eat. The silver elf princess just stood silently behind everyone. Akane noticed her and asked in a low voice, "Can't you eat?"
Metissa was taken aback, and shook her head: "It's just unnecessary."
"Then try to taste it," the girl fiddled with the long ponytail on the back of her head: "If you come here without ordering anything, it will appear too conspicuous."
"No," Romain's voice intervened, and she said solemnly: "A real lady will not eat in such a messy place!"
Seeing what the merchant said, but still holding a glass of fruit wine in both hands contentedly, Qian couldn't help but give her a blank look: "Aren't you drinking too?" She asked angrily.
"I'm not a lady in the first place." Roman widened his eyes and answered naturally.
After listening to the conversation between the two men, Medissa just kept laughing.
As for the two angel attendants, they simply ignored the chirping conversations of these girls, and followed Brando blankly. This allowed the middle-aged man to confirm the relationship between the female companion and the attendant. He glanced at these people and asked with a keen sense of businessmen:
"How many are from outside?"
Akane stopped and raised her eyebrows alertly.
Brando knew that there was nothing to hide from this kind of thing, like this kind of person, although it wasn't really a local snake. But there are so many people who have seen him, maybe he knows all the locals in the town, he deliberately concealed it but left doubts, he simply nodded:
"Try your luck."
Brando didn't tell the truth either.
The middle-aged people thought that this might be the heir of a nobleman who had left home to play-this kind of person is not uncommon in Eruin, but it is usually the offspring of a nobleman with a certain family background.
"It means you are going to the forest. Do you need a guide?" He thought for a moment and asked.
"The service is so attentive." Brando thought to himself that the most expensive glass of wine in his hand had an effect. Places like this were originally a place where news circulated, and the owners often also sold news. However, most of these messages rely on hearsay and do not distinguish the authenticity. You need to eliminate the useless information yourself. The only advantage is that the price is also included in the consumption of drinks.
I won't charge you an extra point—
Brando ordered the most expensive wine here, and the middle-aged man naturally seemed very attentive.
But Brando still shook his head: "I never need a guide, but I want to ask what is going on in the forest?"
"It’s not dangerous around the town, but going deep into the forest will encounter wild beasts and possibly monsters." The middle-aged man replied, "In addition, the north is a mining area. Going over there may encounter a patrol of the mine security team. It’s not good to be caught by someone with bad intentions."
As if he was afraid that this young man would not know the heights of the world because of his identity, he hurriedly added: "Although this is in Tonigel's territory, the owner of the mining area is actually Lord Jean Dnell."
Brando let out a cry.
He lowered his head and took a sip of the wine, the pungent taste went straight into his throat, and then choked back into his nose. The young man almost coughed violently-Brando frowned. He didn't know how to drink at first, and now it seems that it is not a wise move to pretend to be this way.
After finally suppressing the taste in his mouth, he has made up his mind not to touch this thing even a bit, and at the same time he raised his head and asked with a side tap: "If this is the case, then I should avoid those places?"
"Just don't go north," the inn owner replied, "If you don't go north, there will be no trouble."
"How can I find the legendary open-pit silver mine without going north to the silver mine?" Brando frowned in embarrassment.
The middle-aged man glanced at him, thinking that it was indeed for this reason.