At some point, the weather on the continent of Todel has become unpredictable, and since the year of the holly flower, this change has become more pronounced, especially in the remote south of the Duchy of Lothar, which is close to the chaotic region. Long ago www.biquge.info it was a land with warm spring and abundant rainfall, and although it was close to the mountains to the south and the forests to the west, there were still many farms.

At that time, people here talked most about the land and the weather, which was related to the farming they depended on. In the vast fields, they will leisurely hoe the fields while observing the growth of the crops, looking forward to the autumn harvest. On rainy days, you can gossip about their lords under the eaves, or watch your children and grandchildren play. The days were long and peaceful.

But the scorching sun and strong winds gradually took over the land. In the scorching summer, when the crops were dying from the sun and blown away by the howling winds, people gradually found that the crops were getting less and less, and it was even difficult to support them. If people had continued to farm, there would have been only sparse fields and sporadic farmers left here.

But human beings are always strong, especially when they are forced by external forces, and they will huddle together.

Some people traveled to other places, and those who did not go founded cities.

People gave up their fields to nature, and the fields became wilderness, and wilderness became roads.

Now it's the only decent city in the whole of Southshire, White City. It sits on the edge of civilization, bordered by desolate mountains to the south and ancient Gangdi forests to the west, the source of the city's economy. The ancient forests of Gangdi stretch from the borders of the Duchy of Lothar to the chaotic realms beyond the order, and are dangerous.

But danger is never something that is on the minds of the risk-takers, and the same abundance of goods attracts them like flies, unemployed vagrants, down-and-out knights, crappy mages, nameless mercenaries...... In fact, for the vast majority of Todder's well-fed people, it is hard to imagine that so many people would be willing to put their livelihoods on adventure, a means of survival that depends on luck.

Of course, there are also greedy merchants, and the greenskinned goblins have even built a magical train line to connect to the royal capital to transport goods and travelers.

Now the most talked about here is adventure.

And the most adventurous conversation was undoubtedly at the most famous barrel tavern in White City.

The hall of the tavern is large, with more than a dozen tables of different sizes and more seats in a space of several hundred square meters, and the stone paved floor is slightly pitted, and two low hedges divide the hall into three or four areas, showing a bit of style. At this time of nightfall, the tavern was filled with all sorts of people.

The troubadour's singing in the corners can only attract the listening of a few people around them, and the wider area is occupied by loud noises. The clashing of wine glasses, the friction of armor, drunken laughter, and the hoarse voice and loud quarrels are mixed into a unique sound that never stops in the tavern. Only when the tavern door creaks will it be quiet for a few minutes, and some people will stop talking, look at the visitor, and then choose to continue the conversation or continue looking.

Tonight the barrel tavern had a very special guest, and after the door creaked, the hall that had been quiet for a long time remained a little quiet, because there was something special about this guest.

A teenager in his early teens -- that's the first thing that comes to everyone's mind. Both the height and the immature face show this.

A nobleman - people then thought. The black plain clothes are exquisitely made, and the leather and fabric are well intertwined, which is strong and durable and has a certain defensive power. The black hair is wanton but not messy, and the blue eyes are bright and clean. These are the hallmarks of nobility.

He was traveling alone—if it weren't for no other reason—to let a noble boy in his early teens carry such a large package alone.

Sharp-eyed people will find the coat of arms on the corner of the coat, a blue violent bear. More sophisticated people would have judged that he was from the Callander family to the east, and that the boy had been traveling for several days from the dust on his black plain clothes and the wear and tear on the corners of his shoes.

Being in the early teens means that you haven't started cultivating magic yet, and even a genius can't have too much strength. Nobility means carrying a lot of money. Traveling alone means that there is no one around to protect you, and some people have already quietly made plans in their hearts.

Only the calmest hunter would solemnly look at the backpack behind the young man, the bag was really bigger, of course it would be heavy, but the boy's waist was still very straight. And the strange musket on the boy's waist, it was a very old weapon, which had gradually declined since the popularity of magic cards, but it required a lot of mental power, which few people know these days.

Morin stood at the entrance of the bar, smelling the intoxicating smell of alcohol, and felt slightly anxious.

He felt a lot of bad intentions and reminded him of the unpleasant experiences on the road.

From Harry Harbor to White City, almost all the way on the southernmost border of the Principality of Lothar, the teenager who grew up in Harry Harbor never imagined, or even read about it, that there could be such a barbaric and cruel zone in the range of the flame of order. It was originally estimated that the trip was three days, and Morin walked for five full days, and he had broken the arms of two people along the way, because they wanted to grab his things, and more were directly scared away by Xiao Hei who was floating in the air with a grimace.

But the worst thing was passing through a mountain forest, when Merlin was trying to teach Xiao Hei to speak, and Black Fire was jumping up and down to ignore the young man, and a thief who might have reached the second order suddenly flashed out from behind the tree and attacked Mo Lin without saying a word, so fast that he didn't have time to react. Just when the boy thought his journey was over, a black light burst out of his shoulder, instantly turning into a huge gargoylum in the air, and then tearing the thief to shredded flesh.

Morin looked at the dark red-messy wreckage for a long time, but Xiao Hei's small green eyes looked at it with relish, and seemed to have a good impression of the gargoyle that was somewhat similar to his own color, but it gradually realized the uncomfortable feeling of the boy, and also listlessly avoided the ring marks. So the boy had to rest at a farm on the road, which was why he was delayed for nearly two days.

Although Morin had long been trained by his grandfather to kill chickens and rabbits, and had been specially brought to watch the execution of prisoners, it has to be said that watching the gargoyle brutally tear apart a living person up close still brought him a lot of shock. Thinking of the scene of the bloody pieces of minced flesh peeling off his body, the way those steaming organs fell to the ground and still beating, and the sound of those white bones hanging with flesh tendons being pinched into powder, Morin's face was still a little pale.

But that's not the main reason for his anxiety right now.

The real reason: because of a delay of nearly two days to reach White City, he could not catch the train to the royal capital this morning. The next flight was five days later, which meant that his trip would have to be delayed for another five days, or he would have to choose another way to get to the royal capital.

So he went to the largest tavern in the city, wanting to find a place to live first, and inquired about the news by the way. And Xiao Hei, in such a crowded place, is still afraid to hide in the ring marks, only quietly releasing warmth to remind the young man of his existence.

"This ...... Honorable lord, is there anything I can serve you?" a young male waiter dressed in simple clothes greeted him, and after a slight hesitation, he still decided to call Morin an honorific lord, after all, for most people, the gap between nobles and civilians is insurmountable, and the energy spent by nobles for the people is indeed worthy of respect.

Maureen adjusted his timbre, trying to make his voice older, and said, "Find me a quiet place first, and then have a non-alcoholic drink, I have something to ask you." ”

No matter when and where, self-discipline always makes people a quality that earns respect, which is what Daddy Pike often said, although what he just said may not have any effect, the boy thought with some distress, and did not know when he would learn the various "arts" taught by his father.

"Of course, this way, please. The young waiter led him around a small bend to the corner on the other side of the hedge, where there was a small empty table, and there were no loud adventurers around, only groups of people whispering about things.

Merlin sat down satisfied, put his heavy backpack on the ground, and asked, "Is there any way for me to reach the royal capital before nightfall the day after tomorrow?"

The young waiter was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect the boy's problem to be this. He immediately reacted, adjusted the smile on his face, and replied politely and in detail: "There are several caravans going to the royal capital every day, but the speed is generally slow. The quickest way to do this is probably to take the train in five days' time, but if you're in a hurry, you might be able to find some mercenary teams with someone who can summon horses, which of course will cost a lot of gold. ”

"Do you have any reputable mercenary team recommendations?" asked Morin. His impression of mercenaries is limited to the description in the book: it is a profession that constantly shifts between adventurers, mercenaries, and robbers, especially the obscure mercenary teams who don't mind making some cheap deals when they are sure.

The young waiter thought for a moment, and was just about to open his mouth to answer, when the door of the tavern "creaked" open again.

If Morin had only quieted the tavern for a few moments when he came in, there was a sudden silence now, as if in an instant, everyone's voices were choked in their throats, and the hands that raised the glasses were frozen in the air, and there was no longer the slightest sound. Intriguing about the reason for the sudden silence around him, Morin craned his neck to look over the fence and found that the new arrivals were indeed surprising.

Pushing the door open, it was a man and a woman.

And it's a pair that looks extremely weird.

The man was a ranger in his forties and fifties, characterized by his lack of character.

He seemed to fit everyone's subconscious Ranger look, his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, his chin was exposed by a short beard that was not very neat, he was wearing a dusty gray cloak, under the cloak was some shabby dark leather armor, a pair of soft-soled leather boots that could walk in all terrain without making the slightest sound, the brown boots still had the marks of mud and water, and a long sword was hidden in the old scabbard, and the cold of the blade could not be seen at all.

No matter what the occasion, people will subconsciously ignore such a featureless existence, let alone be by the side of that woman.

The woman, if Morin had to describe it, could only say that she was releasing a blinding light around her.

She was dressed in exaggerated heavy armor, with a sumptuous dark red coat of arms on her cold silver metal, and hideous spikes on her shoulders and joints, like a roaring beast. Her helmet hung around her waist, her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, and she carried a large sword about as tall as hers, which was blood-red and seemed to have been forged with countless blood.

The woman's age doesn't look very old, about twenty years old, but for some reason, her face looks extremely cold, and the inadvertent expression of her eyebrows and eyes exudes an indifferent atmosphere.

At the sight of that heavy armor, even the most rugged adventurer cautiously put away the hunger and thirst in his eyes, not even the slightest disrespectful contempt. For no one here could bear the weight of the armor, let alone the woman carrying a great-sword, which looked rather heavy.

Although it was impossible to perceive the strength of the woman, experienced adventurers could estimate its weight from the thickness of the armor, and thus judge that she was at least a high-ranking warrior of the seventh order or above.

Most of the adventurers in the entire White City are first- and second-order full-time professionals, and there are very few advanced professionals above the third order, which is enough to command hundreds of ordinary soldiers in the army of the Duchy of Lothar. And high-level warriors above the seventh order, I am afraid that there are not many people in the entire Duchy of Lothar, and the purpose of such a character appearing in such a remote White City is impossible to speculate.

The people began to talk quietly, and the woman felt a little noisy, frowned, and glanced around with her cold gaze. The gaze was as cold as night, sharp as a knife, and swept through all those who were talking, as if it had slit all their throats, and the tavern was truly silent.

No one wants to provoke a high-ranking warrior, not even through drunkenness.

This armor, which Morin looked at with admiration, must have been heavier than Papa Pike's heaviest armor. The boy had tried the weight of his father's armor, but with the strength of his second-class apprentice, he couldn't even lift a helmet, and he didn't know what such heavy armor was made of.

Don't attract the attention of that woman, it looks quite difficult to mess with, the young man muttered to himself, Xiao Hei exuded some heat in the ring marks, and agreed.

But things often don't go as planned.

seems to have become accustomed to women's eye-catching and arrogant domineering, and the middle-aged man has a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked around, and found that only the table where Morin was still half empty, so he and the woman went straight to Morin's table, and without asking the boy's opinion, sat down under his stunned gaze.

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