When the caravan's carriage drove into the culvert of the wall of Cologne again, Richard couldn't help but feel very embarrassed.

Alone in a car, he came to Cologne to face the uncertain future, as if it was yesterday, led dozens of barbarians to face the indigenous counterattack, had no choice but to let go, and the battle was like yesterday, and in order to fight for development space, he led the army to the Northern Expedition, and the bloody battle still seemed like yesterday.

One by one, they were piled up yesterday, and they have already changed the world.

Just look at this convoy - nearly a hundred barbarian infantry, dozens of centaur rangers lined up on both sides as escorts, extremely well-equipped, especially capable movements, and extremely indifferent expressions, anyone who sees it knows that it is the elite of a hundred battles.

Escorting thousands of captives and a huge number of loaded wagons, stretching for hundreds of yards, the small caravans were so frightened that they were too busy to make way for them, for fear that they would become the target of anger and have nowhere to reason.

The eyes of those city gate guards changed, and the vigilance was mixed with deep awe, which was a treatment that only big people could enjoy.

"Man, the Woya Trading House is developed, and you bastards are making a lot of money. An old guard with a wrinkled face holding a pipe wanted to borrow a fire from Richard, and took the opportunity to say two sentences, "What's the matter, have you mixed with the squad leader?" ”

"Get out!"

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

After entering the city, most of the people had to follow Anne to complete the No. 1 trade in the history of the mountain fort.

Only the lord himself stood in the wide street, just as he had when he first came to Cologne.

"Day. Richard sighed and shook his head, then laughed again.

In fact, there should have been a few retinues to accompany him, but they were all sent away by the lord himself. But it's not a single figure—"Chiqiu." A black squirrel with slick fur jumped out of the carriage and crawled down its trouser leg to its shoulder like a gust of wind.

Richard bought a handful of sunflower seeds from a roadside stall for a copper, and walked down the street as he snorted, giving Chiqiu a few from time to time, and laughing at the little things.

He pondered that he should bring a gift for Sauron, and wandered around for a while. I didn't buy a gift, but I was thirsty after walking for a long time, and walked into an open-air tavern on the side of the road.

The Pompeians liked to drink, so this kind of open-air tavern for the common people was everywhere, and a maple tree would be planted in the yard, and the old drunkard would know it at a glance. There are no mercenary samurai with swords and swords who come to drink, they are ordinary citizens who occasionally have leisure to kill time.

The maple trees in this tavern are lush and green, and the trunks are more than two people hugging, and I don't know if it is an old shop that has been in business for generations.

A silver coin was tossed to the bartender in exchange for a large glass of rye wine and a flattering smile, and Richard found a seat in the shade of the tree and sipped slowly against the trunk.

"Is there ice? "My lord, I always feel that there are shortcomings.

The bartender rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, the ice cubes of the season were either winter ice storage or magical creations, neither of which were unlikely to be found in a civilian open-air tavern.

"Forget it. ”

Before the wine could reach the bottom, the barricade door of the tavern was pushed open from the outside again.

"Three glasses of rye, come up quickly. ”

A large handful of copper was sprinkled on the cabinet, and the bartender stretched out his fingers to count them one by one, and his expression suddenly became very sad. Just the right amount of money, not even half a tip, is a world of difference from the guest just now.

Richard instinctively glanced up, not holding back a little fun.

A total of three people came in, leading an old horse, whose tail was so bald that there was not a single hair left, only a short meat stake.

One of the three men was white and beardless, and walked in the front, one was slightly dark-skinned and had broken braids, and was obviously of barbarian blood, and a middle-aged man was thin and thin, with a bow and arrow hanging from his waist, and his horse was tied at the end of the group.

They had a piece of plate armor that looked okay - three of them combined. As if he was afraid that others would not notice, he divided it into three parts and wore them on the three of them.

The iron gloves belong to the white-faced leader, the armor boots are on the big black man's feet, and the cuirass and leg armor belong to the rearmost horse-bearer.

"Another roast pork knuckle, a beef tongue, and a ...... Three buttered breads. "The big black guy seems to be hungry, and he ordered a lot of food in one breath.

"The money is not enough~" The bartender held his cheek in one hand and fiddled with the copper on the counter with the other hand boredly.

"Bang!" the big black man slapped on the table, and the three glasses of rye wine jumped together, "My lord is the Baron of Alpine Castle, the Scarlet Ripper, and the most admired Baron Richard of the Wilderness, can I still owe you these little money?"

The lord, who was raising his head to drink the bottom of the cup, couldn't help it, and a sip of rye wine sprayed flowers all over the sky, and the aroma of wine was immediately permeated.

Walking too much at night will always meet the undead, the sage really has great wisdom, he never thought that one day he would meet a fake Xibei goods!

"It seems that this friend must have heard of Baron Richard's name a long time ago. "Big Black's eyes lit up.

"That's indeed ......," the lord looked tangled and pained, grabbed a rag and wiped two handfuls of Qiqiu sprayed with ale, "I've heard about it for a long time." ”

"Is that the Richard who has a clever plan to get rid of the bull's head and settle things in the rain?" asked the bartender, who stopped playing with copper.

Someone like him, who spends his days in a tavern, is all too familiar with the stories that have been popular in the market lately.

"That's not all. The big black man snorted angrily, his hair was full of broken braids, "A while ago, we defeated an entire Stuart army with only three hundred men, and now it is spread in those taverns, and it is normal that you have not heard of this restaurant." ”

Richard smacked his lips, he didn't expect Anne's side to move so fast, and it had already spread after only a few hours of entering the city.

Celebrity worship was a matter of course in such open-air taverns, so the dishes they asked for were quickly served, and the three of them began to eat and drink with a big bang.

"So you're the Baron of Alpine Castle?" asked the lord, holding a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand.

"Exactly. This "Baron of Alpine Castle" wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his demeanor was obviously much stronger than the genuine version, and he bowed his head one by one, showing a bit of elegance and calmness.

He reached behind his back and drew his greatsword with all his might. Suddenly, there was a gasp in the tavern...... This sword is really called Qu Cai when it is used to cut people, and it is more than enough to carry it back as a door panel, and it can make this thing move with much strength on his arm!

"God, it's a bloody ripper!" someone immediately exclaimed.

Richard lowered his head slightly to hide the smile on his face, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

As a senior expert in the field of hand-to-hand combat, he could tell at a glance that the sword was wrong, as if it was made of light iron, and its weight and hardness were only about one-fifth of that of real iron.

"This is the dragon slaying giant sword, this sword has a rule when it comes out, no blood can be returned to the sheath. ”

After the big black man finished speaking, the breathing of the idlers in the tavern seemed to have been pressed the pause button, you look at me, I look at you, the expressions are very weird.

However, the big black man immediately took out a meat cutting knife from his belt and slashed it in his palm, and the blood dripped on the blade and spread, "Richard" then put the sword back into its sheath, and the idlers' breathing became smooth again, shouting and shouting.

The lord is the one who clapps the most enthusiastically among the idlers, and he himself uses the dragon to chop wood and shovel the soil not once or twice, it seems that the famous sword is dusty.