This is also the information Brando knows: "Will the others trouble us? I can't trust the mercenaries outside."
"My lord, you can rest assured that there are very few people going north to the forest. Most of the mercenaries passing by here are actually going to Lantonilan."
Brando nodded. At least this guy hasn't lied so far. He squinted his eyes and asked, "The merchant, shouldn't fur merchants enter the forest to collect goods from the hunters at this time? Are they not? Will mercenaries enter?"
"My lord knows so in detail," the innkeeper added a few beads of sweat on his bald head: "But there are still very few people at this time, so it shouldn't be a worry. Besides, most of them are businessmen who keep their duties."
A businessman who keeps his duty. If there are still businessmen who keep their duties, Brando guesses that there is only Miss Roman next to him. Most of the people walking in the territory of Eruin are armed businessmen, and these businessmen are more or less dirty in their hands.
But he didn't mention it, just replied: "I know, but I don't want to listen to your estimation. You just need to tell me which caravans have entered the forest recently, and how can I avoid them."
He paused: "Also, the merchant ships that entered and exited the port recently also helped me get a record. I know that there must be these relevant records in your hotel."
"Understood," the innkeeper wiped the oil from his bald head and replied profusely, "I understand your lord, I'll get it for you right away."
…
Brando had obviously succeeded in making the "balding" believe that they were a group of lavish noble children who came out to hunt the rare prey-the "white bucks". With this understanding, it would be no disadvantage to do things. But in less than half an hour, he asked about most of the things that happened in Shallow Water Town and nearby areas in the recent period.
These things ranged from trivial things like neighbourhood conflicts to the recent ship departures from Hong Kong, regardless of the size of the matter, so he had a clear idea.
I have to say that the hotel is indeed a crowded place, where the news is distributed, and the unattractive "balding" that knows makes Feralas and Laurenna can't help but stare; but Brando is a little funny. It seems that some rumors can only deceive a rookie who is going out for the first time.
He flipped through the greasy book from the boss and threw it aside. At this time, Eruin’s literacy rate is still not high, and most innkeepers have their own marks to record. Some important things. But this can't be troublesome for Brando. He may not know the shorthand methods of Faenza, Sant'Osor, and some remote places in Cruz, but when it comes to Eruin, he is too familiar.
In the admiring gaze of the waiter at the hotel, he easily finished reading the records in the book, then took out the map from his backpack and rolled it out on the table. He actually didn't care about those ships entering the port and those leaving the port. Besides, even if Anlek was on one of them, he couldn't tell it-it was just a smoke bomb.
What he really cares about is those caravans leaving Shallow Water Town.
There is also news of the herd of animals recently.
"What the guy said is true?" Feralas seemed to have just smashed his lips. "He said that someone saw the cat turned into a fish. Is it possible?"
Brando had to withdraw his gaze from the map—he used a quill to mark the area where the herd had been in the past for a while—and then turned around, looking at this guy like an idiot: "Of course it’s impossible, hotel. There is a lot of news circulating in this kind of place, but most of them are rumors. You have to use your brain to find useful information."
"So, I didn't expect to have such knowledge." Feralas showed a suddenly realized look.
But his fiancée Laurenna clearly understands a little bit better. She chewed this sentence and looked up and asked, "So which news do we need, Lord Earl?"
Brando had to sigh in his heart that a flower was stuck in the cow dung. This was indeed a genius girl from Cruz, and the reaction was much faster than the average person. He put the map aside, picked up a wooden fork and turned the grilled fish on his plate: "It is unlikely that the prey we are tracking will blatantly leave its whereabouts, but he will still leave clues. The innkeeper said before that some hunters had entered the mountain early—"
"My lord, do you suspect that they were hired by Anlek as guides?" The silver elf princess raised her head and asked softly when she heard that she put down her knife and fork.
"Now it's just suspicion." Brando replied, "As for whether it is really or not, I will know it later." He used a fork to tear off a piece of meat from the so-called salt-baked salmon that was smoked like that. The touch full of resilience made him feel like he was cutting a piece of dragon skin, and then put it in his mouth. The strong fishy smell made him frown and almost didn't spit it out.
After being accustomed to eating fine food in the territory, these crude cooking methods outside are really intolerable. But he chewed twice like a rock and swallowed it down. When traveling abroad, he has to adapt to difficult conditions. If he doesn't supplement with food, he has no physical strength. Brando still understands this.
However, he still had to sigh that it is easy for people to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. Before in the game, he also ate these trash-like things at the beginning of the game, and he swallowed it like a healing potion. There was nothing wrong with it, but now he can't stand it anymore.
This is the so-called difference in mentality.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look up at the others. Akane and Freya, who came from the countryside and lived a simple life, seemed to feel nothing wrong with this kind of food. The food they ate in the countryside of Chablis and Butcher might not This is so good to go there, especially for Akane, it is not easy to have a hot meal in the wild, usually only black bread that is as hard as a rock can be eaten.
But Laurenna and Feralas can't do it. Although the table manners are impeccable, the two couples just tried the roast venison with a taste, and then put down their knife and fork. On the other side, Metisa was more elegant, and the silver elf princess ate a small amount of each dish-to show respect to the owner-but each time it was less than the previous one. Then she put down the knife and fork gracefully, of course, as a hero, she didn't actually have to eat.
Charles leaned awkwardly on his staff-an ordinary maple cane, and wisely only drank a few sips of fruit wine. By his side, Hippamilla was still praying before the meal with her hands folded, while the little prince stared at the barbecue in front of him and the smelly goat's milk with a bitter face, as if he would not cry.
Only the performance of Nimesis deeply admired Brando. The female knight used a knife to separate the red beans from the fish soup according to the usual dining tradition, and then delivered the hard-to-swallow food into her mouth one by one, her complexion as usual. Eat it all, don't waste a little bit.
The whole process was almost as standard as a sophisticated machine, Brando couldn't help but look at it twice. Finally, she wiped her mouth with a white towel, put down the knife and fork, and nodded to the waiter beside her to express her gratitude.
Brando saw tears coming down—
And while everyone was still struggling with this terrible lunch, a fragile voice was inserted in a situation that no one had expected.
Brando was looking at a map of the Royal Geographical Society version of Eruin published in 357 at the northern end of the Anrath Forest; but hearing this immature voice, he could not help holding the fruit wine while taking his own. He looked away from the map and looked behind him.
He saw a little girl.
With long purple hair, a somewhat slender face, and big amethyst eyes, it feels like a doll. She wore a very gorgeous long dress, which was just a bit old, but she didn't look like a child of a commoner. Especially the jewels on the round-toe shoes, Brando knew at a glance that they were genuine.
She stood there, just like those little fairies in a fairy tale, making people unable to look away.
The little girl wrinkled her hands and asked politely: "Can you let me sit here for a while?"
She pointed to the empty seat next to Haruze.
Laurenna couldn't help being overwhelmed with love when she saw the little girl, but Brando was the owner of this place, so she could only be there in a hurry. Fortunately, Freya seemed to feel her thoughts, and she asked in a soft tone: "Are you lost, little sister? Would you like something to eat?"
"No need, thank you," the little girl replied generously: "I am waiting for someone here, but I am a little scared, can I sit with you?"
Freya cast her gaze to Brando.
Brando looked at the little prince in front of him with some amusement. It turned out that he saw Haruze dumbfounded as soon as the little girl appeared, only to stare out his eyes.
"Haruze, this little lady wants to sit next to you, do you agree?" Brando had already checked the little girl carefully when she said this. She had already noticed that there was no breath of power in the other person, but it was just a breath of power. Ordinary people.
The little prince didn't seem to have heard it, but he had been called by Brando twice before he could react. He made an "Ah" cry and flushed. "When... Of course you can."
"Thank you." The little girl bowed to everyone immaturely. Brando realized that the other party was a noble as soon as he saw this etiquette, and it was not the ordinary kind of noble. He glanced at Nimesis. The female knight seemed to be looking at the little girl, but she didn't say anything like him.