In the Horn Mountain Station, Count Coulosius leaned his face close to the curator's door, and the curator's eyes flickered and trembled. Although his legs were covered under a linen robe, it was not difficult to see that under the thick robe was a pair of legs that were constantly clamped inward, and if he had a tail on his buttocks, his legs would have broken the tail. The Horned Hill soldiers that the curator had brought out from the inn knew how to steer the wind, and they began to tend to side with Count Culosius, for they knew that Duke Ella's surname was none other than Easttem, the name of the sword.

The Horn Mountain soldiers behind the curator all set their eyes on the curator beside them, and took the initiative to draw a distance from him, from time to time there were bold soldiers who sincerely suggested that the curator who was currently at a disadvantage give the information of the guests, and kept handing the color to the curator of the Horn Mountain Post House, "Life is more important than money, and His Excellency the Earl has no intention of taking your money." Doesn't this money also have to be taxed by His Royal Highness the Duke? ”

"Ah, yes! That's right! That's exactly what it looks like. The curator finally let go of the hand that was holding the money bag, "I have something to say, Your Excellency the Earl. Actually, I don't know which nobleman's squire who paid the money, and he looked like a caravan man. I can only hear that their accents are not local. The curator timidly complained to Count Colossius, "Ah, for Arcana's sake, Your Excellency the Count, I also have to support my wife and children. My soldiers also need a decent meal and some wine that people drink. It's not easy to run a post house in the middle of nowhere. The money was not of unknown origin, it was indeed a reward from a generous nobleman, who specifically asked that no one should stay overnight except his people. ”

"Oh, it seems that I really need to meet this noble lord who spends a lot of money." Count Cullosius sat down after the Horn Mountain soldiers brought him the bench, he looked at the curator standing beside him, and pointed to his money bag, "This money is yours." Follow my squire to feed the horses! I will sit here today and wait for that gracious gentleman. ”

"As you wish. My honorable Earl of Japhne. You can sit for as long as you want! The curator breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered the Horn Mountain soldiers to serve water and wine, and then ordered them to return to their places, and his words became much more docile, even if it was only a superficial kindness.

It wasn't until sunset in the western mountains, when everything was quiet, and the sky gradually darkened, that the sound of horses' hooves and the clatter of wooden wheel shafts sounded outside the dilapidated Jiaoshan Post House. In addition, in the midst of these clanging noises, there are strange ballads sung by tenors.

"Your Excellency, can you really wait, isn't it just a caravan to listen to these voices? Sure enough, you are the most patient. The attendants sat cross-legged on the ground, munching on their dry rations, and quibbling to their usually kind earl, "If it were me, I would have waited until the horses were full, and then they would have ridden." Find a farm, or find a farmhouse and build a campfire overnight. As long as you can get to your destination as soon as possible. ”

"It's such nonsense, why don't you listen to this ballad, I don't know if you've heard this tune?" Ignoring the squire's speculations, all he heard was the tenor voice coming from the noisy environment outside the inn, and he knew where the tune came from, as if he had seen the whirring snow wind drifting across a white snowfield, "It's so nostalgic." This is the sound of Snow Country. ”

"The one who can make up this kind of tune is obviously from Shanyan Pass or the dwarf in that pass." The attendants laughed for a while, and you boiled with each word, "It's absolutely weird." It's as weird as their fat and short size. ”

Kurosius shrugged his shoulders helplessly, got up from the bench, and walked quickly out of the inn door.

The singing outside the Horn Mountain Post House also stopped abruptly as Cullosius walked out quickly, leaving only the neighing of horses.

"What man!?" There was a shout from outside the door of the inn, full of energy, obviously suitable for singing the tenor's tune. The Yafen attendants who sat on the ground in the open space of the post house manor put away their smiles like hounds, jumped up, and after a shout, they raised their weapons and rushed out of the post house door, standing behind Culosius like a thorn. The Horn Mountain soldiers on the wooden tower in the museum lit their torches and craned their necks outside the wooden building to watch what was happening and what was about to happen.

"Look at which gentleman I love to sing." It was a calm reply, and Kulosius raised his hand and motioned for his squire to put away his weapons, "Amud, don't you remember your caravan keeper before?" ”

"Huh? It's your own people. Put away the guys! The shadow on horseback waved his hand at his companion.

"I think you know who I am. Old man. Count Colossius looked up at him.

"Isn't that nonsense. Ha ha. Don't come unharmed. From the first tone you make, I know who you are, unless you pull out your tongue and get a fake tongue in one of those inventive dwarves. The red-faced Kurohio looked very excited, he quickly snatched a torch from his companion's hand, shook it in front of him, and immediately he jumped off his horse, walked up to him, and apologized in a low voice, "For the sake of your singing, I am sorry, forgive me for my presumptuousness, Your Excellency." ”

"Ahmad, where's that bold one-eyed dragon?" Kurosius smiled and nodded, reaching out and grasping Ahmad's equally outstretched hand. Then they opened their arms and hugged each other, like caravan mates who had once been equal to each other.

"Captain Arno must still be worried about counting the shipment. Since you left the caravan, he has not been able to find a buddy as careful as you. He often complained that he had thrown you a lot of mental work. Now he must have turned over his treasure in the pile of goods of that last ox cart. Ha, it's Yafen, the treasure of the Principality of Ella. Amud pointed to the figure jumping up and down the oxcart behind him, and shouted, "Captain, captain, who do you think this is?" ”

"A bunny!" The one-eyed dragon didn't look at Ahmad at all, but slapped his bare head, "Damn, did you count to more than two hundred?" ”

"Your Excellency, someone is looking for you!" Amd pouted at Culosius, "Look, that's how the captain counts. After hundreds, you will be inexplicably irritable. ”

"Damn it, tell that annoying curator to pour me some footwater. Anything else, don't bother me! By the way, it's two hundred and five! Two hundred and fifty pieces! The one-eyed dragon lifted the eyepatch that was about to fall, and happily clenched his fist and slammed the bullock cart frame beside his elbow.

"Perland!" Cullosius finally couldn't help laughing, and he walked straight to the last ox cart, "I'll count it for you." This time I'm going to have to double the part-time fee. ”

"Yikes!" Arnault, the bald one-eyed dragon, finally raised his head, popped his head out of the bullock cart frame, and then expertly flipped off the bullock cart. "Culosius! Oh, Lord Lord. ”

"I didn't expect to meet you in this corner mountain. Right? With a smile on his face, Colossius walked up to Arno and high-fived him, "I thought it was a big businessman who could reward a stationmaster with a small bag of gold coins." ”

"It's a silver coin. Sovereign. Silver coin of the Elwinian Wood Elves. I don't really like the dead heads of the Wood Elves on these silver coins, so I'm going to reward these hard-working inn guys. I can't bear the gold coins, I'd rather take them back to Braning and melt them in the furnace to make gold nuggets. Arno stuck out his tongue and immediately changed the subject, "Have you heard about the bad things that happened to our old master, Sharphill?" ”

"You think you're the only one who heard? Recently, there have been a series of bad things, and I was going to have a good talk with His Royal Highness the Duke in Entle, but when I heard this, His Highness Walker and I were not in the mood at all. How are you doing business in Erwinia, remember you saying that you won't be back to Buran until at least winter. Culosius sighed softly, and he grabbed Arno's arm and walked side by side, "What a happy come, a disappointed return." ”

"Not to mention the dreary primeval forest. Ancient trees, crazy vines, increasing tariffs, old-fashioned wood elves! You see, I have given as generously as I can to those who have provided us with directions and supplies along the way, and some of the gold coins of Erwinia have been bought for goods of considerable value, and the group of dwarf stones in the mountain rock pass will be bought at a high price. Arno shook his head slightly, waving his hand constantly, "The only thing that will make us profitable in this trade is some blue fluorite that Chief Alec, the Centaur King, sold us at a low price for the friendship of our Trian clan. Don't mention anything else, let's talk about His Excellency Zax, Baron Sharp. How are they now? ”

"How can it be? Let's hope the Sharp family will bounce back together. The Sharp family reportedly traveled to Neermont at the foot of the White Mountains. Culosius spread his hands, "The Sharp family is like the palm of my hand right now. ”

"It would be nice to be out of the tyrant's rule alive. Although I am starting from scratch now, as long as I don't lose the hope in my heart, I can slowly gather sand into a tower. Baron Zax is not an easy person to give up, and I know the strong Baron Lord all too well. Arno looked up at the sky that had darkened, the only eye he had left flickered with fire.

"So, I have something to do, and I have to go see this former employer and see what I can do for him." Koulosius and Arno the one-eyed dragon approached the door of the Horn Mountain Post House side by side, where bright candles had already been lit.

"People who come together bound by fate always have a common goal." Arno smiled slightly, and then shouted to the museum, "Curator, find us a few barrels of El Tora fruit wine!" Foot washing water is free for the time being! ”