The silence of dawn is broken by the sound of a string of birds playing and chirping, and the streets are becoming more and more crowded, and many citizens are willing to spend a warm and lively morning in various taverns. The Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Morningstar Tavern is one of these quirky taverns, it may not be the largest in Dumar, but it must be quite distinctive, with a pint of ale, two pieces of cheese bread, freshly picked green aromatic snails, and only three copper farr. Three copper coins can be exchanged for an energetic morning, and it's no wonder that this shop in a corner of the city is often visited by customers.

Today, as usual, the bustling tavern was full of people of all kinds enjoying the good morning, and the smell of wheat permeated the tavern, which was a pleasant time. Two more customers came to the shop, one was a young man with unkempt brown hair, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a coarse linen cape, a blue coarse cloth jacket, and dark brown trousers, dressed very ordinary, and his yellowish face was as plain as water. The man who followed him was probably in his twenties, dressed just as ordinarily, but with a Mithril sword stuck in his left waist, which made a statement of his special status - as the captain of the city's pickets, it was necessary to dress modestly.

The man spoke first: "Two breakfasts, and my servant will pay for them." At first glance, it was confusing to hear this, but the store manager agreed as if he understood, handed the boy a rag, and went to Zhang Luo for breakfast, which turned out to be the payment for manual labor. The neighbor seemed to know this man, and said with a smile: "What, I forgot to bring money today?" The man rubbed his hands on the thick wooden table, and replied indifferently: "I was unlucky to play Shuanglu yesterday, and I lost more than a dozen livres, not to mention eating, and the money for visiting the kiln is gone." After hearing this, the neighbor turned his head and shouted to the young man: "Hey, work harder, maybe the boss will reward your master with an extra muffin!" The boy didn't seem to hear, and continued to wipe the table hard. The man continued to chat with his neighbor, and when he led the picket team to arrest the thief, he was even more geared up and happily demonstrated, and his hand movements were so large that he accidentally knocked over the bowl of the adjacent table. With a crisp snap, the milk (huh?) Splashed all over the ground, and sitting in front of him was a mysterious person shrouded in a cloak, petite, and seemed to shrink under this velvet cloak very easily, which made the picket captain who wanted to apologize, Kerick felt a strong sense of contrast and disobedience, and he couldn't say the sorry in his mouth, so the atmosphere was cold for a long time, and finally the shadow hidden in the cloak spoke: "You, aren't you going to apologize?" The voice was soft and gentle, but there was no joy or sorrow, and there was no emotion in it. Kerick never thought that this little man would be so disrespectful that he choked him when he opened his mouth, but before he figured out the details of the other party, he couldn't fight back directly, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "I'm sorry, in this case, I'll treat you to a drink." With that, he waved the bartender over and said, "Bring him a beer." When he said this, he officially apologized to the "little man", and secondly, he gave the last beer to the milk, which was also a little counter-attack on the other party's "arrogance", which seemed to have the best of both worlds.

After a while, the bartender brought a glass of beer and put it on the "little man's" table: "Please use it slowly!" The "little man" lowered his head and did not respond. Kerick sat sideways, staring sideways, trying to get a glimpse of the secret from outside the cloak - who was this "little man"? He tilted his head sideways from side to side, trying to find out, and the little man in front of him was caught off guard, and his whole body bloomed with a mysterious purple light!! Kerick was so frightened that he leaned over and slammed into the table behind him, startling all the people around him who were eating with their heads down, and then he was also stunned, only to see a circle of halos around the wine glass, and the halos expanded and contracted with the same rhythm as the halo on the little man's body, and the light suddenly dazzling and soft, like a blue pleated skirt that swirled and jumped. The light faded again, and the glass was unharmed. Curious to see what the "little man" in his cloak had done to the glass, he looked into it—his pupils dilated—and the liquid in the glass remained the same, but the beer had turned from a faint amber yellow to a clear and transparent color, and there was no smell of alcohol at all.

The "little man" held the wine glass comfortably, and drank a glass of clear liquid with a clatter, as if it were a glass of white water. Kerick was stunned and speechless, and then subconsciously stepped back a little, no matter where he is, people with magic power are not easy to deal with, not to mention people like this who deliberately hide their identities may be the royal nobles somewhere. Thinking of this, Kerick couldn't help but stand up and said to the person in front of him with a sneer, "Ah, this... My lord, I apologize for my malicious actions, and I ask you to forgive me for my mistakes. The great god of knights, Orlando (one of the twelve paladins), is on top. “

The so-called "noble lord" sat reclining on the wooden chair in an unsightly posture until he had drunk the entire glass of water, raised his head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I think the Moonblade Tiger God is more convincing than Orlando. But I don't believe in God. Most believers in God do not have the qualities to be trusted. The people next to him took a light breath, not because it had any connotation in this sentence, but even if it raised its head, the people next to him still couldn't see his face. The cloak was dark, faceless, nothing.

Tariq was stunned, he even felt that his standing legs were trembling, and the person in front of him might really not be provoked. Just then, a voice broke the atmosphere around him: "Mr. Carrick, my job is done. Kerick didn't reply, but his face was full of embarrassment, this kind of conversation, no, this scene, could it be his little servant who interjected. But what is unexpected is that the little man shows curiosity about this servant: "You, what is your name?" "Oh, my name is Kerick, and I don't ...... it" "I didn't ask you, I said this teenager." "Oh, his name is Lobita!" The boy gently grabbed his short hair with his hand, and seemed very unaccustomed to revealing his name in front of strangers.

"Yes, Lobita...... "The little man muttered for a moment, and then said, "yes, young knight, your chance to atone for your sins, and how about lending this little boy me a servant for a few days?" "Yes, yes, at your disposal! You can do whatever you want! Kerick hurriedly agreed, patting Lobita on the shoulder with his hand, suggesting that his master had changed.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Lobita couldn't help but sigh that just now his employer, the security counselor of Carrick La Miyan Dumar, had sold him to the "man" in front of him, who did not know his race or gender. And when the magician had led him out into the street, he did not give any orders, but sat quietly on the stone steps by the roadside, his head bowed, his dark green velvet cloak covering the side of his face, and he could hardly figure out what he was thinking. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, what do you command?" The little man laughed softly, like a wind chime, and sounded like the softness of the girl next door, as if it were a woman under the cloak. Children really like to ask questions, and you will know what my commands are. This sentence offset the good impression of "her" by Lobita, and he said unconvinced: "I must know what the master has arranged, at least what to let me do, this is the right of a servant." Also, I'm not a kid, I'm 16 years old. "Servant's rights? I kind of appreciate that. The servant, of course, has his own rights. The little man paused and said, "But now, you can't know." "And what shall I call you?" "Me? Just call me Jamila. "Jamila, it does seem to be a female name." Yes, Lord Jamila, I await your commands. ”

Looking at the people coming and going on the streets, hawkers, bustling or deserted shops, Lobita looked a little dazed, as if he remembered something, no doubt from his expression, some unforgettable but not very good memories.

A cry relieved the pensive Lobita, and his new master finally gave the order: "Hey, Lobita, go buy me some honey-pickled peaches!" "Huh?" Lobita, who thought that there would be some rough work, heavy work, special tasks, or even human experiments, was really at a loss at this time. "This pickled peach is very expensive...... Mistress Jamila. When Jamila heard this, she took out a gold Pistol coin from her cloak and handed it to Lobita: "Go! Lobita took the gold coin, looked at the golden carving of the tail on it, and said nothing. Honey-pickled peaches like these are macerated in brine and then sealed with honey for a week, which can be sold for a good price, after all, honey is a delicacy that only noble clergy can enjoy. So, who is Jamila, who can easily take out a gold coin (in the European Middle Ages, gold coins were also called noble coins and angel coins, and their meaning is self-evident)? Jamila was enjoying the peach comfortably, and the bandaged hand held the peach into the shadow of the cloak, and then heard a "squeak", and the soft peach was bitten off a piece of flesh. Lobita crouched aside, holding a piece of flesh that the little master had given him, which was worth half a livrel silver coin, and could be a season's harvest for a farmer on the outskirts of Dumar!

In fact, only the city of Dumar, a city-state with a high degree of industrial and commercial development, traded mostly in gold and silver currency, which is why Dumar is also known as the distribution center of Pistol. The surrounding underdeveloped villages and small towns mostly traded in copper coins or barter. The surrounding kingdoms relied heavily on Dumar for the circulation of goods, importing and exporting luxury goods and iron and steel minerals. This is also the reason why Dumar, an ancient city with a history of 800 years, has been burdened with such a heavy burden of intrigue and war. This is something that every citizen of Dumar will never forget.

At this time, the city of Urn, which was the frontier defense of Dumar, became an excellent place for trade and leisure for the citizens, and adventurers, traveling merchants, spies, and mercenaries from all over the world were entrenched in this place, which further complicated the composition of this place. Of course, what floats on the surface is as sweet as the peach that Lobita tastes, and there is no hint of danger.

After tasting the aristocratic delicacies, the two wandered aimlessly through the streets, and Lobita felt deeply that the owner might just be a person with idle interests, no, it seemed to be quite interested in the lively scene on the street, especially the colorful ornament stalls on the roadside, which simply made it linger, and even pestered passers-by to ask this and that, maybe it was a "distant countryman" who had just come to Dumar.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd in front, which immediately aroused Lobita's vigilance. "Lord Jamila, be careful, something might be going on ahead." In the city of Weng, now Dumar City has long since lost the right to garrison, mercenaries attack and harass the citizens from time to time, the law and order situation is not very good, and the military force to maintain order does not belong to Dumar. Lobita, who was well aware of the matter, sensed a hint of danger and grabbed Jamila, who wanted to continue walking, in addition to the noisy sound in front of her, there was also a faint sound of the sound of a war horse. "Could it be ......" Lobita was a little surprised, why was this happening?

Just when he was startled, Jamila's hand broke free from the "restraint" and strode forward, not afraid of what would happen in front of him. Alas, this big man, let it go. Lobita thought so in his heart, and he didn't want to move anymore after moving a few steps like the place where the incident happened, and if he didn't have a little weight, he would definitely not dare to provoke right and wrong. Jamila squeezed into the crowd and looked around, with a little panic and a little anger on the people around her. Wrapped in the center is a rider with a motif of violets on his dusky chain mail, apparently a cavalryman belonging to the court of Kaiser. Since the defeat in the war five years earlier, both the urn and the inner city of Dumar have been garrisoned by Kaiser royal court soldiers, and Dumar's own troops have all been disbanded, leaving only a picket team to help manage the day-to-day policing. In other words, Dumar became a completely undefended city run by foreigners. There is no doubt that this is a disgrace to the people of Dumar. Now the soldier must have done something again, rekindling the anger of the people.

"What do you see? It was her son who was running down the street and ran into my horse. I didn't take care of my son and came to blame me, what does this have to do with me? The soldier on his horse said as he brandished his weapon to dislodge the crowd of onlookers. The encirclement was soon loosened somewhat, but bridged again. A woman cries as she cries as she holds her injured son, the ground still stained with dried blood, and the bright red color inspires hatred that has taken root since five years ago. The crowd gradually stirred, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance, and the contradictions and grievances of five years seemed to erupt in this focus.

"Please let me, please let me." The little man burrowed into the human wall through the gap, and quickly reached the innermost point like a loach, when the horseman, whose patience had been exhausted, brandished his rifle and stabbed like a crowd, just stabbing at Jamila, who had crowded in front, and many people were busy covering their eyes, as if another tragedy was about to happen.

"Wow"! The sound of metal collision made the onlookers tremble, and when they opened their eyes, they found that the blow of the cavalry was easily blocked by this petite and weak person, only to see Jamila holding a staff shaped like a staff higher than her head, and forcibly blocked the opponent's attack. "Knight, you seem to be rude." It was pitch black under the cloak, and it was impossible to guess Jamila's demeanor, but it was clear that it was angry. "Who are you? Those who obstruct the Kaiser cavalry from maintaining order have violated the Temporary Security Treaty! The cavalryman withdrew his rifle and said wryly. Retire! Rider, this is not the place for you to talk! "From behind the rider

Suddenly there was a majestic shout, followed by the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, a group of horsemen galloped forward, the crowd was busy dodging to make way for this group of cavalry, and at the head was a female knight in gilded chain mail, even her hair was golden, she repelled the offending cavalry, dismounted sideways, and gave Jamila a knightly salute: "Dear Excellency Amelia Candace, I solemnly apologize for the disrespect of my subordinates, and I hope you will forgive him for his mistakes." We, the Violet Cavalry, will cover the cost of compensation and treatment for this child. Thank you for your understanding

。 The crowd exploded at once, and His Excellency Palu, the usually majestic cavalry captain, had such respect and courtesy for this short mysterious man, could it be that Dumar had a real big man again? Just as the people were talking, Lobita also squeezed in, because he heard that Jamila and the cavalry were fighting on the periphery, and out of concern for his master, he wanted to come in and have a look, but he did not expect the crowd to disperse, and he suddenly squeezed into the front row, which attracted the attention of Palu. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Lord Amelia, do you know this one?" "Oh, he's my servant." "Really? Then, I won't disturb Your Excellency, and I wish you a good time in the Pistol Gathering Area. ”

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Jamila with a staff in hand and an embarrassing Lobita, as well as long-dried blood. "Your Excellency, may I ask ...... you," Lobita asked, unable to suppress her curiosity any longer. Just call me Jamila. I'm not a noble person, it's only because I'm so special that she respects me so much. "Anyway, thank you so much for saving that boy today! You are, you are a hero of our citizens of Dumar. Lobita said gratefully, indeed, saving the boy and dispelling the arrogance of the violet cavalry of the Kaiser royal court. This is a scene that the citizens of Dumar have only dreamed of for several years! "I adore you, you are our hero."

Jamila didn't say anything, but stretched out her hands and gently pulled down the cloak, revealing her long sky-blue hair, which at first glance looked like a fine and smooth silk cloth, fluttering in the wind, but like soft and light silk. Then the girl shrunk her arms and broke free from the cloak, which slowly faded, and a blue silk cloth shoulder collar was about to emerge, and she was dressed in a bright white silk-trimmed floral dress, which glowed in the sun.

Then the most memorable scene of Lobita happened, the girl turned her head, and the enamel-like milky white skin that caught her eyes could be blown and broken, and the delicate facial features were well-proportioned, and the most eye-catching thing was her sapphire-like crystal eyes, and her pupils were watery, impregnated with years that were not commensurate with her appearance. Her lips moved slightly: "So, do you still worship me now?" ”

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