"Then you're Gunther?" the lord turned his gaze to the big black man next to him.

Nearly two blades tall, it was indeed extremely tall among the Pompeians, and he stood there majestically with a spear in his hand. However, compared to the highland barbarians, they are about a head shorter.

The spear he held in his hand had apparently been improvised from a farming tool called a triangular fork. It was the busy farming season, and Richard couldn't help but wonder which farmer's house was the thief. The stubble on both sides is still very fresh, and even if it is sprinkled with a little grass ash and old, it can't change this fact.

"Yes. As soon as he raised his head, Gunther danced gracefully with his braids. The spear in his hand also moved, and the fancy spear flowers were dazzling and beautiful.

It's not a fart show, it's like acrobatics more than martial arts. The lord secretly slandered.

The onlookers did not have this eyesight, and were shocked by the courage of "Gunther", and immediately asked the bartender to add another potato roast pork knuckle to them.

"And who are you?" the lord's gaze finally fell on the horse leader, who had been silent. He held in his hand a heavy, exaggeratedly shaped scimitar - nine times out of ten it was also made of light iron.

The horse leader swallowed the ale, and then said slowly, "I am Hutt." ”

"That's not right. Richard was shocked, a freshly eaten sunflower seed fell out of his mouth and landed on his lap, Chichu immediately saw the opportunity to pick it up and eat it, "Isn't Hutt a centaur?"

It is the common nature of human beings to like to watch the excitement, and at this time, the surrounding citizens have gathered more and more, and they have spoken out to echo it.

These people usually go to the tavern to listen to the bard singing, and although they don't give it to the eldest son after the incident, they don't delay their knowledge of the recent popular themes.

"Hurt" quietly watched the commotion, and did not rush to explain. On the contrary, there were supporters who immediately asked everyone to calm down, since "Richard" and "Gunther" are so brave, then I think this "Hutt" is naturally not an ordinary person, so you might as well listen to him first.

So the scene fell silent again, waiting for him to prove his innocence.

"The bards in the tavern are just rumors, don't believe them. Fake Hutt patted the neck of the old horse next to him, and his face was very sincere, "It's just that my riding skills are as good as a man and a horse, and from a distance I am not inferior to a centaur, so there is this rumor." ”

"Oh!"

The citizens of Pompeii are not uninformed hillbillies, they understand a simple truth-

When it comes to things, anyone who only knows how to talk about things in the big air, and when he is questioned, he will flicker his words, and nine times out of ten it is a lie. And like the one in front of you, although it does not match the mainstream perception, it is reasonable and lacks details, and it must be true!

"But I still think Hurt is a centaur. The lord held his chin and spoke in a determined tone.

The hair on the tail of this old horse is bald, and his four legs are as thin as hemp rods, and he doesn't want to ride with him even if he rides through the sky. Because the only place suitable for it can be a mill, not a battlefield.

"If Hurt is fake, then wouldn't Richard and Gunther also be fake?" Immediately, an idler pointed to the giant sword behind the back of "Richard" and said, "Look at that sword, if he weren't Richard, who else would be?"

"I, I'm Richard. The lord patted his chest, feeling very convincing.

It is a pity that it is often a small number of people who hold the truth, and these few people have to bear the price of being booed to being burned to death for the truth.

"Shh~"

Watching the lively idlers scatter in a hurry, I wonder if this person can really be hard-mouthed.

"Hey, hey. As if it was a bit interesting, "Gunther" put down the pork knuckle and took the initiative to say hello to the lord, "Friend, where are you going later?"

"What are you doing over there in the Noble Garden. The lord rolled his eyes. I don't have a bad feeling for this group of liars, and I even think it's a little funny, but it's certainly not a good impression.

"Coincidentally, we're going to the Noble Court too. With a flick of his head, Gunther's braids fluttered again, very wild in the postmodernism that has become popular in Southern Province in recent years, "How do you get there?"

"Walk. "The lord began to wonder if there really was a second mountain fort, and that it was from there.

Although the aura is invisible and intangible, it is extremely difficult to fake, and sometimes the impact on the subconscious is greater than that of words. For example, the three people in front of him are definitely the best people in the liar industry.

Confidence! It's so confident! It's so contagious, it's so high that you can fool others in the tavern before you deceive yourself, no wonder you can fool the other people in the tavern in a few words.

If Richard wasn't the real thing, he would definitely have to fall into the pit obediently and be blinded.

"You're going to buy grapes, I've heard that there's a shop over there where grapes are not bad, and they're as sweet as honey. As soon as the words fell, "Gunther" grabbed another piece of pork knuckle and gnawed it violently, and only a bone remained in three or two bites.

The lord nodded helplessly.

"When the caravan is done, we'll go with the caravan, you know, it's a large convoy of hundreds of people. Gunther gave his thumb to himself, his face beaming with pride, and Hurt smiled and nodded in response.

"We went to the Noble Court to deal with the big people inside, otherwise we could take you for a ride. ”

This "Gunther" is obviously talkative, and he didn't forget to shake his head vigorously after speaking, and the pebbles tied to the broken braids touched together, with a distinct sense of rhythm.

Li noticed that his broken braids were really exciting, and he thought that if he didn't turn around and let the gang manzi grow his long hair and tie it up, he would definitely be handsome.

............

At the door of the tavern, Richard and the three Xibei goods waved goodbye.

"Gunther" puffed his fingers, burped loudly, and raised his chin towards the end of the street, "Don't talk anymore, our convoy is here, you are very interesting, come back to Alpine Fort and invite you to drink ale, made by authentic dwarves!"

Horse-loaded wagons were turning around the corners, and along with the accompanying brutes and centaurs, they were almost clogging the narrow road. As soon as the lord looked up, he saw Anne sitting on the edge of the first carriage, holding a ledger and smiling silly.

"I'm going to see you back. With a wave of his hand to Richard, Gunther and his two companions burrowed into the crowd of people in the street, like fish swimming into water, and soon disappeared.

An hour later, on the Champs-Elysées outside the gate of the Noble Garden, a mighty motorcar drove up.

In the head car sat a young samurai, enjoying the breeze with his cheeks resting and humming a fragmented tune.

He was obviously the absolute core of the whole team, with two maids standing behind him with umbrellas to shade the sun, and several tall and fierce samurai sitting in front of him in a regular manner, one holding a stack of thick square pieces of paper in his hand, scratching his ears and cheeks.

If you have been in the tavern for many years, you will be able to recognize it as "playing cards", which has recently become a bit popular in the circles of Cologne.

The young samurai suddenly stopped and smiled and greeted the three passers-by.

"Who's that?" Anne looked up with curiosity on her face, she hadn't noticed that she had just been settling accounts.

"A few former acquaintances. Richard smiled and finished his last few cards.

"Don't have to stop to say hello?"

"No, I don't. The lord stretched.

The three passers-by were chewing vigorously on a bunch of grapes in their hands, but suddenly looked at each other as if they had been hit by a fixation spell, and the grapes in their hands fell to the ground silently, and a piece of purple juice splashed everywhere.