It was the innkeeper who ran up the stairs. The boss looked like a middle-aged man with a little thinning hair, but his voice sounded younger, and his flat wine nose made him look a little more happy.

"There's nothing to look at, it's all scattered, scattered!" the boss waved at the crowd and walked quickly towards Vane and the others.

"Hey, you outsiders are too reckless, this is going to suffer a big loss......" The boss looked at a few people and said babblingly.

"I don't think you're a good thing!" Felder scolded as he pointed at his boss's nose as he held back the fire in his belly.

"Young people, speak with evidence. "The boss wasn't angry, just a little unsightly.

"Proof, you don't know what Monkey Face did, do you?" said Felder, puffing, if it weren't for Wayne pulling him, he would probably have drawn his sword.

"Hey, is this Obojar's knight's badge?" said the boss instead of answering Felder, looking at the badge pinned to his chest. It was a shield-like badge the size of a pigeon's egg, with a blue lion's head tattooed on the silver surface and a small silver star on top.

Without waiting for Felder to answer, the boss continued: "Young man, think more before doing things, and don't be impulsive. For your sake's sake, come with me, there are some things you should want to know. ”

Valerie became a thorny problem. It was obviously impossible to stay in Casali, and it was impossible for everyone to give her a stable life. In the end, Elena could only prepare enough food for her and told her to leave in an airship as soon as possible.

In the corner of the tavern on the first floor, the light was a little dim, and the proprietor invited everyone to sit down at a table, and instructed the maid to prepare some food and drink.

"I still miss the days of adventure in the past......" The boss took a big sip of beer, smacked his lips, put the cup on the table and slowly rotated it with his hands, and his tone was a little melancholy: "I used to be an adventurer like you. I joined the Knights and fought to defend Casali, and I joined the Mercenary Regiment to go on adventures. ”

The boss rubbed his red nose as he spoke, reached out and took out a badge from the pocket inside his jacket, and rubbed it in his hand. The coat of arms appears to be slightly larger than Felder's, and is also in the shape of a silver shield, except that the pattern in the middle is much more complex, and it seems to be a combination of several patterns. The edges of the coat of arms are surrounded by reliefs of mistletoe branches, which may have been polished to a bit of a shine due to frequent play.

"Then how did you become the innkeeper?" Felder was also a little angry at this point, the boss's past had successfully attracted him, and his heart felt like he had been scratched by a cat.

"If I don't come back, my gambler father will sell this ancestral house. As he spoke, he poured another sip of beer, put the glass on the table with a bang, and sighed, "To be honest, maybe I shouldn't have come back at all." He hadn't repented of his mother's departure before, and he hadn't changed since I came back. I used the money I had saved to open this hotel, but I didn't expect him to get even worse, as long as he ran out of money, he would come to me to ask for it, and sometimes steal it. ”

"For a few years, not only did I not save money, but I also took a lot of debt for him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ......" The boss stared at the wine glass, which was no longer available, and his eyes were dejected.

Vane heard what the boss meant, and immediately asked, "Is it because of that monkey face?"

The boss put the knight's badge in his pocket and snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Monkey face, if there is no such person, let alone in Casali, even in the Gulf of Tonkin no one knows who he is." ”

He glanced around and lowered his voice, "The man behind the monkey's face is called Kane the Skinner, and he claims to be an antique dealer, but this is just a trick he uses to hide people's eyes. ”

"The bad things in the Gulf of Tonkin all these years always seem to have something to do with him, and you know about Valerie. The boss sighed, a look of pain on his face, and continued, "As a former knight, I let this happen right under my nose. This pain torments me all the time, keeping me awake from nightmares and unable to sleep peacefully. ”

"This is the capital of the kingdom, doesn't anyone care if something like this happens?" said Elena.

"It's true that this is the capital of the kingdom, but it's also the Gulf of Tonkin either. The boss's voice unconsciously rose and his tone was full of sarcasm. "Those gentlemen of the Southern Bay drink rum and enjoy the sun and the sand, how can they bother to care about this place? This is nothing but a garbage heap, a paradise for criminals, a paradise for scoundrels, except that it is not like a part of the royal capital. ”

"I didn't expect Casali to be such a city. But boss, this inn of yours is really good, even the road outside is so clean, much better than that sailor's house. Eth, who has a slight habit of cleanliness, has a special appreciation for the Blackwater Inn.

"My personal habit is good, I always feel that my hotel is a little dirty, so I want to clean it up. The boss smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued, "Anyway, be careful, if you hurt the monkey's face, he won't give up." ”

Ten minutes later, head down the narrow streets of the Central Bay Pier.

"I really don't want to spend a day here!" Felder grumbled as he walked. He has gradually become adept at avoiding oncoming pedestrians and carriages, and occasionally keeps an eye out for garbage and feces under his feet.

"The Central Bay Area is not far away, and if we're lucky, we'll be on the ship to the Duchy of Lukan tomorrow. Vane followed Felder with the map, the noise around him almost drowning out his voice.

The dirty water splashed by the wagon, and the drunks passing by from time to time, made Vane's white linen shirt look like it hadn't been washed in months. The others weren't much better, but Vane's was more noticeable.

The road in the Gulf of Tonkin was tortuous and complicated, and even with a map reference, it was still a little dizzying, and the group soon entered an even narrower alley. There are a lot fewer pedestrians, and the surroundings are quieter. The walls of the houses on either side were painted with colorful words and patterns, crookedly almost pasted together.

An unkempt man, unable to tell his specific age, walked up to him and nibbled on a dirty steamed bun. The beggar encountered many of them along the way, and Felder moved to the side of the road, getting out of the way for most of the road. The beggar slowly passed by Felder, and the rancid smell of his body made him frown.

Just as he passed Elena, the beggar suddenly grabbed Elena by the waist with his dirty hand, and then rushed forward with a sharp acceleration.

"My purse!" Elena stomped her foot anxiously as she touched her empty belt. She quickly drew her bow and arrow, aiming at the beggar running wildly in front of her.

One hand grabbed the arrow that was about to be fired. Elena looked to the side, and Vane shook his head at her, pinning the sapphire staff behind him and taking a step to chase after her.