Pushing open the door of the Frankie Carriage Inn, you are greeted by a strong western wilderness wind.

Seven or eight round wooden tables for dining were placed throughout the room, oak barrels for beer were scattered in one corner, huge bison skulls hung from the walls, the front desk was filled with all kinds of spirits and glasses, and the floor of the hotel was presumably freshly waxed so it looked clean.

As soon as Max entered the hotel, a faint smell of tobacco wafted over.

There were already four or five dusty travelers around the round tables on either side of the hotel, and the men in cowboy hats put down their steaks and beers and stared warily at the outsiders at the door.

Ignoring the stubble-covered men, Newcastle walked straight to the hotel reception.

Klindo followed just in time to see the men put away their flint guns and steel-patterned short knives, and the two eyes collided, and Klindo grasped the silver nails on his cuffs.

In the end, Clindo did not break out, but pretended to look away as if nothing happened, but in his heart he had already put these people on the watch list.

At the front desk of the hotel stood a bepleasing woman in a long red dress, and a red rose in her hair highlighted her charm, but the woman didn't seem to notice Max's arrival, still holding a glass of pear wine, staring at the raging wind and sand outside the window.

Instead, a young waiter cleaning a wine glass spotted the two strangely dressed strangers.

"The two gentlemen are from afar, do you need something?" asked the little waiter politely.

Max sat down in the high chair and glanced over the lattice wine cabinet behind the waiter, many of which were empty.

"Shall we get something to eat first?" Max pulled down his hood, his golden hair and fair face making him look like a noble boy.

"Okay, sir, what do you want to eat?"

"Just like them. Max glanced at the men in the corner.

The little waiter immediately understood, and quickly wrote down the name of the food in his notebook.

"Wait a minute, I'll inform the chef, and I'll be fine right away. ”

The little waiter whispered a few words in the ear of the woman in the red dress before leaving, and then ran towards the kitchen.

"Young master, there may be something wrong with those guys, we have to be careful. Klindo whispered to Max after seeing the waiter leave.

"Question, what question?" the woman glanced at Clindo, her eyes like silk, "I think the two guests from the imperial capital are the only ones, right?"

After hearing this, Max always had a warm smile on his face, even if his origin was suddenly pointed out by the woman, Max did not show the slightest panicked look.

"As the owner of the Frankie Carriage Hotel, it seems that you shouldn't guess the identity of the guests at random, right?" Max tilted his head to look at the wooden sign next to the wine cabinet, which was pasted with the hotel's precautions, "Fifth, the hotel only provides food and lodging for passengers, and private information about passengers is not allowed to be discussed. ”

"Miss French, you seem to have broken the rules of the inn. Max's blue eyes were full of confidence and certainty.

After Max's words, the woman had to face the young man under the age of twenty, and she took a sip of pear wine, but the smile on her face became more obvious.

"Oh, is your gentleman's observation good?" the woman clasped her arms in front of her chest, "It's a pity that I guessed a little wrong, Frankie is my brother's name, my name is Monica, and I just manage the hotel on my behalf." ”

Max just smiled and looked into Monica's eyes and didn't answer.

"I don't know if you can ask, what are you doing in this little place from the distant imperial capital?" Monica poured a glass of wine for Max and Clindo, "After all, we are in this remote town, and it is rare to see guests from the imperial capital. ”

"There are some things you might as well not ask. Klindo replied coldly.

"Huh, huh?" said Monica, smirking.

"Clindo, you go to the second floor and find two spacious rooms, it's important to be clean," Max gave Clindo a look, "Remember, be clean." ”

"Got it, young master. ”

Klindo looked around, and after making sure that the diners had no bad intentions, he reassured himself as he walked up the creaky wooden steps.

"We're here to investigate ghouls," Max looked at the bubbles rising from his glass, "I'm afraid Miss Monica is no stranger to this kind of thing, right?"

"Oh, why do you say that?"

Monica put the empty wine glass on the table, her high heels made a "click" sound on the floor, and the table, which was still full of conversations and the sound of cups and plates crashing in the last second, suddenly fell silent, and several diners in the restaurant looked at Max with unkind eyes.

"Looks like I guessed it right. Max smiled, peeled off a piece of candy from the table and threw it into his mouth.

"Add a few grains of sea salt to the wine, this is the habit of many Xinlan people," Max raised Monica's glass to the dim light, the granular sea salt in it had not yet completely melted, "Miss Monica's waiter remembers your drinking habits quite clearly?"

"What?!" Monica lost her composure as she looked at the teenager in front of her in shock, not expecting that she still underestimated his insight.

"Bang bang", the sound of iron colliding sounded from behind him.

After being revealed, the men who pretended to be diners no longer concealed themselves, the blades and guns in their hands were already aimed at Max, if Monica gave an order at this time, they would definitely not hesitate to beat this outsider into a sieve.

Monica glared at the impatient group of men and motioned for them not to act rashly.

"The minions of the Holy Church have stretched far enough, and you can all get the news of the haunts around Snowmisty Town so tightly sealed," Monica teased, "so you're interested in this ugly stuff too." ”

"That's where I am. ”

Max opened a small tin box on the table, which contained half a box of granular sea salt crystals, and he put two into his glass.

"Now that you can see that we are not ordinary travelers, you must have guessed our true identity, right?"

Max smiled and shoved the wine with the sea salt particles in front of Monica.

"Imperial Capital Hunters Guild, Bounty Hunters. ”

By the time Clindo had picked his room and returned to the first floor, Max had already begun to cut the medium-rare steak on his plate, and the hazel pieces of meat looked appetizing.

"Young master, the house has been inspected and no danger has been found. Clindor's muffled voice was drowned out by the whining of the wind outside the window.

"Well, don't be nervous, Klindo, they're not our enemies. ”

Max tore off a piece of beef and chewed it heavily, apparently hungry.

Klindo noticed that the burly muscular men around him were no longer as hostile to him as they had been, and they poured down glass after glass of draught beer, as if they no longer had a grudge against them.

"Young Master, what's going on?" Clindo was puzzled.

The whimpering wind drowned out the hoarse voice of the sounder.

The wind outside the window was tighter, like a ghost crying wolf, the yellow sand rolled all over the sky, the sun in the sky was completely obscured, the light was dimmed, and the large and small sand and gravel hit the glass to make people nervous, and Frankie's carriage tavern was like a lonely boat fluttering in a tsunami.

"Two gentlemen, this is a freshly squeezed juice given to you by the boss, and we can have two cups in this barren place..."

Before the young waiter finished speaking, there was a "pop" twice, and the two glasses of juice fell to the ground one after another and shattered, and the juice splashed everywhere.

"Xiao Yi, what are you doing?!" a man with a scar on his face scolded.

The waiter named Xiao Yi raised his arm tremblingly, pointing out the window blankly, his lips moving slightly but unable to speak, but his face was crawling with fear.

A sharp knife flew out of Max's hand, the soup of the steak still lingered on it, and the knife pressed against Clindo's sideburns, and the cold light broke through the wooden door of the hotel and continued to rush out.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the dinner knife seemed to hit something hard, and then a body fell to the ground outside the door, and the sound of "swoop" was endless, like a struggle before death.

"What's going on?!"

Sensing that something was wrong, the bounty hunters burst out, their sharp gaze instantly replaced the previous laziness, and they were used to licking blood from the tip of the knife, and their reflexes and execution were not comparable to ordinary people.

"Ghoul!"

Clindo immediately sensed the familiar feeling, and two silver nails from his sleeve shot like bullets at the wooden door, and the silver nails exploded the wooden door, sending countless sawdust flying.

The next moment, unrestrained sand poured in from outside the door.

At this time, the people in the hotel finally saw what was happening outside the door, dozens of scarlet eyes vented the killing madness through the wind and sand, white smoke overflowed the corners of their mouths, and their naked bodies were covered with blue-gray scales.

The sand in the fence was already miserable, and the stables were littered with the corpses of the old horses, and the ghouls used the sandstorm as a cover to brutally kill most of the horses, and the poor horses did not even have time to let out a dying cry.

"Ghouls?" Monica sneered, "Dirty thing, I didn't expect it to come to my door." ”

"Sister, what should I do?" asked one of the big men, tilting his head as he pressed the bullet into the chamber of the gun.

"Leave one alive, and the rest will be summarily executed. ”

Monica had already put on two short and sharp finger knives in her hands.

"Hey, hey, got it, big sister"

After hearing Monica's instructions, the bounty hunters' faces showed a relaxed expression, it was a kind of mad cow's carelessness after being released from the enclosure, and they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Max stood up after eating the last steak, a silver cross dangling between his fingers, like a pendulum before the time of execution.

The sunset is declining, and the yellow sand is like blood.

Today, under the wind and sand of Snowfog Town, a few nameless corpses are destined to be added.