"What's wrong?"

The smiling black-haired wizard's face did not change, and he did not forget to glance at the expressions of everyone in the tavern as he raised his glass, and the bright red wine was like blood flowing down his throat.

Well, it tastes good.

The guests who were still watching the excitement just now turned their eyes to him, and several young people lying on the ground also looked at each other, and even the tavern owner couldn't help but turn his head and stare at the black-haired wizard's face.

Loren turned his gaze to the side, and little Vivien, who was holding the flask, trembled like a rabbit, and said tremblingly: "No, nothing, nothing......"

Before she finished speaking, she quickly turned around and fled back to the back kitchen.

Loren shrugged his shoulders and bowed his head thoughtfully, the wine in his glass like blood, reflecting his sneering expression.

It's so obvious that even a fool can tell that something is wrong... As he put down his glass, the black-haired wizard instinctively pressed his right hand to the dagger at his waist.

"Alright, look at your appearance, do you still look like a Byrin?!"

The tavern owner snorted coldly: "If you keep an eye on my guests like this, none of you will want to drink the wine made by our little Vivian!"

As the words fell, the startled drinkers lowered their heads again, and several young people also got up on their own, but the lively atmosphere just now was gone, and the black-haired wizard with low eyebrows also took his hand away from the short blade at his waist.

"I'm sorry, sir, I hope it didn't disturb your drinking. The tavern owner walked over and stared straight at Loren, walked behind the counter, and a forced smile appeared on his face: "Today is a special situation, we don't usually do this here." ”

"Excuse me... Is there something going on over there in the Red Blood Castle?" the black-haired wizard cooperated with a worried expression: "Our relatives are there, if you ......"

"Are you really your first time in Byrne, your first time in Red Blood Castle?" the tavernkeeper interrupted him abruptly, his expression becoming a little solemn.

"For the first time. ”

"On the way here, I've never heard anyone talk about anything?"

"I came back in the middle of summer, and I haven't stopped here since I left East Sackland. ”

Only this sentence Loren is not completely lying - in this age of instant communication, the most troublesome problem with wilderness trekking is the ease of isolation, ignorance of what is happening in the outside world.

"Then it's no wonder. The tavern owner sighed, and glanced at the guests behind Loren with a helpless expression: "So... Your relatives are in the Red Blood Castle?"

"Uh... That's right. ”

"Then I advise you not to go, and go back quickly, or go somewhere else—it's almost summer, and there is more than just a beautiful castle in Blood. ”

As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice, and suddenly smiled, "It's okay if you don't stay... I see that our little Vivian likes you a little, and she doesn't usually talk so much to guests!"

"Crimson Bloodkeeping... Is something wrong?!" The black-haired wizard's eyes widened, and he quickly got up and looked nervously at the tavernkeeper.

"Huh? uh... Something happened, but don't be nervous, nothing should happen to your relatives. The tavernkeeper, who saw Loren startled, waved his hand and asked him to sit down:

"I let you go, because now that the roads and gates of the Red Blood Fortress have been blocked, and there are roadblocks and martial law patrols everywhere, it is impossible for a lone foreigner like you to enter the city. ”

"Blocking the roads?" Loren continued, "Why are the roads and gates blocked... Excuse me, can you tell me more about it?"

"You...... Alas!" The tavernkeeper's expression was a little complicated, and he shook his head helplessly: "Anyway, this matter is almost known in Byrne, and it doesn't matter if I tell you." ”

"But you must not say it! Now the Red Blood Castle is very tightly guarded, and spreading rumors is a serious crime, and it will be troublesome if it is known by any knight lord and patrolling soldier - now there are almost a dozen merchants and outcasts outside the Red Blood Castle just because of this hanged merchant and outcast!"

"Red Blood Castle?" The black-haired wizard frowned slightly, "Is it the Turin family, and no other earls will accuse them of doing this kind of thing?"

"The Turin family, who said it was the Turin family?" the tavernkeeper looked at him in confusion:

"Of course, it's an order from the Governor's Mansion of Byrne - now the Count of the Turin family is a little girl, how can there be any Lord Count who listens to them? ”

"Oh... I see. ”

The black-haired wizard had a suddenly realized expression, and a hint of imperceptible coldness flashed in the corners of his eyes, thoughtful.

Blockade city gates and roads, suppress rumors, strictly prohibit outsiders... It seems that the Governor of Byrne now has more authority than he expected, and the threat to the House of Turin is far greater than Charlotte Turin claimed.

"Let's do it... It should have been more than a month ago at the earliest. The tavern owner said slowly: "There is a baron lord who died in his own house for no reason, and his body was found by the servants of the house when his body was stinking. ”

"It's not a problem to say it's just a dead person—but the trouble is with the baron, whose family is a well-known money lender in the Red Blood Castle, with two vineyards and a copper mine to their name, and is said to have business dealings with the Doge's Palace!"

"Governor Byrne ordered a strict investigation into this matter, and I thought it would be over, but who would have thought that the results would be more and more!"

Speaking of this, the tavern owner suddenly moved his eyes, glanced at the guests in the shop, and then cautiously lowered his head, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "And...... I heard that when those people died, there was not a drop of blood left on their bodies, and they were all drained!"

"Drained?!"

"That's right, because of this... The adults at the Doge's Mansion have decided that the vampires did this!" The tavernkeeper's eyes flashed with fear, but he comforted himself:

"But don't be afraid, it is said that this vampire has a very picky mouth, and only looks for those rich and powerful nobles, and never treats civilians like us... By the way, your relatives aren't some kind of nobles, right?"

"No, our family is just a small family and doesn't do much business. The black-haired wizard's expression was also a little nervous: "Pick a vampire who is a powerful nobleman... I don't think it has anything to do with them, right?"

"It's good to be stable, as long as we civilians live well, everything will be fine, intrigues, vampires, monsters or something should be tossed by the noble lords!"

The tavern owner sighed and glanced up at Loren, "How about it, would you like another drink?" ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm really sorry. Loren, who looked calm, smiled indifferently and put a small stack of silver coins on the table: "It's not too early, it's time for me to go." ”

"I've said so much, you still want to go?" the tavern owner sighed, still refusing to give up, "Our little Vivien really likes you... As long as you are really good to her, I don't mind if you go to Ebolden!"

As he spoke, a small head poked out of the back kitchen, and his big eyes looked at the black-haired wizard secretly in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to try my luck. Loren tilted his head and smiled at the tavernkeeper: "They are my only relatives - now that I know, of course I can't just give up." ”

"Also... Although I have disappointed your kindness, I am still very young and have no plans to start a family for the time being, which is really a pity!"

"Young man, none of them will listen to persuasion!"

The frowning tavern man sighed again, picked up the bottle on the counter and wiped it up, and when he looked up again, there was no black-haired wizard in front of the counter.

All that was left was a stack of silver coins, a glass of drunken wine, and a plate with only a few pieces of gingerbread left.

"That's... Which of you saw him leave?"

The tavern owner was stunned and asked in surprise, and the guests in the tavern also shook their heads with blank expressions.

"This gentleman from Ebolden is really anxious... Hey, running so fast and saying he can't fight!"