Rogle took the reins, and he stopped at the door of a grand inn on the shores of the White Covered Coast, which was in a very different style from the ordinary domed stone houses of Porto Havalo, it was a fairly regular cubic building, and at the top of the building stood up a large wooden sign, on which were painted with elegant wine glasses and warm beds, although the top of the sign had been covered with a thick layer of snow in the cold winter of Havalo Porto City, and there were crystal ice picks hanging underneath the signboard. However, it did not affect the advertising effect of the sign, so almost all the dwarves who passed by here always looked at the inn and his sign, and said "halfing, halfing, smart, like, his, lighting, coin."

"Kulosius, I only know a little about the language of the dwarves, what are these dwarves who are constantly passing by? It sounds pretty good. Rogge asked Cullosius with a confused expression.

"Mr. Rogge, my master. I say you'll always use me, and their language translates to "halfling, halfling, as smart as the glowing gold he has." Cullosius enjoyed the interview, and his employer, Roger Tym, finally took the initiative to ask him questions, which bodes well for him.

"Oh, what's the connection between the halflings and the inn?" Rogge took a slight interest in these trivial, incomprehensible topics.

"The halfling is indeed connected to this inn, as far as I know, the owner of the inn here is a halfling from Haflinburg, and as for why he is as smart as he has the glowing gold coins, I guess it may be because the innkeeper loves money." Coulosius confidently answered Rogge's questions.

"It's funny, I've never seen a halfling in Havrinburg, I've only seen Tekken and the dwarves here. So, I'm really interested in going in and having a look. Rog smiled at his special squire, who knew a lot about the dwarven language.

"Your Excellency, you will still choose a place to stay. It was undoubtedly the right decision. "Coulosius looked at the inn with envy, and looked at the banner of the inn with the name 'SolarHotel' engraved in dwarven script. The text looks very interestingly carved, with S and O carved together into a knowing goblet that appears to be filled with hops, L is replaced by a drunken man lying with his back to the glass, and Ar is combined to form a bed covered with soft animal skins. The lines of the hotel are engraved very rough and powerful, and the font looks very crisp and eye-catching, "Your Excellency Rogge, this hotel is famous in this Havalo port city, let me introduce it to you, this is the best place in Havalo port city to experience the accommodation environment of those powerful dwarves - the Silaire Hotel." If you can choose a room with a view of the white coast, you will have to charge 50 pieces of Huff silver for a night! You see, this is quite different from the small inns in Port Havalore, the owner of this inn seems to care about the appearance of his inn, and the two dwarven stone statues erected in the entrance are none other than the dwarven worshippers of Ain Monta and Somra Monta, the construction of which would have taken the usual expense and permission from the dwarven king. In addition, you see, the furnishings of this inn are so exquisite, a silver-white carpet spreads from the outside of the hotel door to the door, as if it is welcoming you in! ”

"Culosius, take care of my 'eye' and lead it into the stable. Also, close your babbling lips that you seem to have forgotten – the only thing I have to tell you. Rogge nodded from time to time, though he spoke, and was very pleased with such a well-appointed inn, and he threw the whip to Culosius, who was leading the horse, and then turned over and dismounted, and walked to the door of the Silaire inn, and gently pushed open the wooden door of the inn.

A silver-white carpet was laid from outside the door to the inside of the door, to the shiny marble counter, behind which was a short halfling man with a pipe-lit pipe and a smoke ring, and he laid his feet on the neat counter, like a pair of hairy paws waiting to be sold, and he played with his pipe leisurely, admiring the thick golden hair on the instep of his big foot, which was out of harmony with his own body. He squinted at Rogge, who was checking the situation of the inn around, but he didn't have any intention of getting up to greet him, he just shoved the pipe he was playing with into his mouth, took a sharp puff, and began to spit out the smoke ring calmly. Until Rog Tame walked to the marble counter where he was. He lazily put down his hairy feet on the counter, and he held his head in one hand and looked at Rogge with disdain, and kept pointing his fingers at the countertop with the other, as if he was about to pierce the hard countertop with his fingers.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! The foreigner, the big man, you've been looking around for a while, you must have seen enough! It's the best hotel in Puerto Havalo, but there's nothing to be faulted with. It's also a hotel with a refreshing beer, comparable to Haflinburg's triumphal guests. Worse than! The halfling's call was louder and louder, and it was evident that he didn't want to offer any service to this strange terran, and with his short hand he quickly turned a wooden sign on the countertop, which read in lingua franca and dwarven language: "Sorry, it's full." sorry,full！ ”

"You speak the lingua franca pretty well! Havlin, I'm right! But your inn is still empty, so why don't all the guys who stay here go out for a stroll or take in the Havalo seascape? Rogge took out the money bag and shook it at the hobbit, a bag full of silver and gold coins jingled in the money bag, he pretended to be helpless, shrugged his shoulders slightly, "If there is a vacant room, remember to come to the small inn next door to inform me." It's a pity, it's really a guy who doesn't want to do business. Remember you guys here are all humming, halfling, halfling, as smart as the glowing gold coin he has. I think this should be changed. ”

The halfling innkeeper almost jumped up from his stool, his pipe that had fallen to the ground almost ruined his beautiful and sexy foot hair, and he butted up to Rog as he was about to push the door and leave, "Hey! My esteemed boss, I was stunned just now! Don't mind! Ah, that sign is obviously a mistake! Believe me! It was indeed my mistake on the spur of the moment! You're sure to have a nice room to your liking - and of course you have to have money, just those round, piece-by-piece, glittering coins! I know that you adults with gold like to face the sea - a room with a sea view! ”

"Looks like you've finally got the hang of it. Are you responsible for booking ferry tickets? Rogge looked at the now attentive halfling boss with a blank expression. He had no affection for the present-attentive innkeeper.

"Yes, yes, of course we'll be in charge of booking the tickets you need, and when my guy returns, we can tell him to do it immediately. When and where do you want to book your ferry ticket? Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, and Batu Celt is happy to be there for you. Also, we don't like to be called Havlin, or halfling, and we'd rather be called that, The Hobbit. hobbit!” Batu Celt bowed respectfully beside Rogge and bowed to him.

"I'm going to take a boat from here to the royal city of Parma, and as for the time - the sooner the better, of course!" This time, Rogge condescendingly looked down at the hobbit Bigfoot who called himself Batuu.

"The boat to Palma has been hard to find lately, my dear sir." Batu Celt looked embarrassed, and he kept pulling the fine hairs that had grown on the back of his hands, "I'm afraid you still have to stay in Port Havalo for a few days, and the sea view rooms in our hotel will definitely make you want to linger!" Ah, it seems, you still don't quite understand why there are so few boats going to the royal city of Parma, as for why? In short, I heard that the sea route from Havalo to Palma has not been very peaceful recently, and I don't know why, but several merchant ships have been missing so far. It's not that it's missing, hey, how to say it, it's just that there's no news! Anyway, these ships just didn't come back! ”

"Alright, alright, Mr. Hobbit Battu Celt, who made up the story. Here, this is a piece of pure gold of the Kingdom of Rinston in full color, which is equivalent to about 1 Ain Gold and 50 Huff Silver, now you can book a ferry ticket with peace of mind, remember to book a total of two ferry tickets, one for me, and one for the horse in the stable of your inn 'respectable'. Batu's eyes gleamed with greed, and he took the piece of Lynston gold from Rog's hand with both hands. Batu didn't want to book a ticket for the egotistical Terran, but he didn't want to miss out on the blazing gold coins that were about to arrive. He thought to himself, "Whatever, just get a ticket." As for whether it's safe or not, that's none of my business. ”

"Your horse, Lord Rogge, is tethered to the inn's stable." In the midst of the innkeeper Batu Celt's thoughts, Colossius had already strode through the door, and he solemnly saluted Rogge, who only nodded in response.

"Dear Mr. Terran, since the horses have been set up by this groom of yours, please come with me to choose the room you like." Batu Celt wrinkled his nose, and he inadvertently glanced coldly at Culosius beside Rogge with an owl-like look.

"Mr. Batuu, he is my squire, not a groom." Rog quickly read the meaning of Batuu's eyes, and he squinted his eyes and contemptuously introduced Curosius to the hobbit.

"Ahh I see! I'm so blind! Batuu's face immediately put a reluctant smile on his face and began to guide Rog and Cullosius to choose a room, "This gentleman, and that one, these are the two best sea-view rooms we have here, with a view of all the beautiful frozen white coast. If you need anything, please come downstairs and come to me, and your service provider, Batu Celt, will be happy to provide you with a comfortable service! ”

"Thank you, I don't need your service yet. You can go first. Rogge sneered, waving his hand at Batu Celt and motioning for him to stand down.

Rogge and Culosius each walked into their rooms, for Coulosius the room at the Silarele Inn was a comfortable treat, he rolled over and lay down in the soft bed without taking off his dirty boots, while Rog looked through the window of his room at the frozen seascape of the white coast in the distance, the snow and mist on the shore were constantly turning. Even the sails on the masts of the icebreakers in the commercial port of Havalo in the distance were shaking, as if they were stubbornly accepting the impact of the harsh sea breeze.

"The young nobleman who was called 'Lord Rogge' by the filthy Terran was quite generous." Battu played with the Rinston gold and returned to the marble counter contentedly, and he leisurely lit the tobacco in his pipe again, and the smoke from the pipe kept changing the shape of the smoke ring between puffs and puffs.

"Hey, come out, my Havelinburg beauty embryo. My good wife. Batu Celt put the gold coin into his purse, and quickly counted two silver coins from the purse.

"I'm going to die, bastard, what are you calling the old lady, are you blind and didn't see the old lady counting the money?" The door behind Batu slammed open, and it was a five-year-old and three-thick female halfling, who asked Batu Celtic with a look of anger on her face, "What have you been doing lately, have those frequent guests been offended by all your annoying guys!" Why are there so few people this month!? ”

"Hey, what's the matter! However, the situation of staying in a hotel has deteriorated a little recently, haven't you heard that the sea is not peaceful now? However, our store really came to the gold owner this time, and these are two silver coins. Batu Celt smiled and handed the two silver coins to his stubby wife, "I want you to help me run errands, go to your captain's father to find him to book two tickets for us, of course you can give us a discount, if you ask why, you say that my relatives came from afar, and choose a merchant ship or passenger ship for them to go to Palma, the capital of the great people, remember, which one is cheaper, but you can choose the kind of ship with a horse pen below deck." ”

"What?! Just give me two silver coins and let me do 10 silver coins? In recent years, you ghost guy has played tricks on the old lady, what about the rest of the money? Hand it over! Look at how the old lady cleans you up. Batu's wife looked greedily at his purse, she rolled up her cuffs, stretched out her fat hand, and grabbed Batu's attractive ear.

"Hey, let it go! Tap! My good wife, I haven't finished my sentence yet! Look, the silver coins aren't here, we're a family, how can we have less of your share. I just want to leave you with all the money. Is this also wrong? Batu Celt fumbled with his purse and placed the coins on the counter one by one, looking nervous and almost cautious.

"Hmph, you cunning dead ghost, don't you still amuse the old lady. That's pretty much it. Batu Celt's wife immediately confiscated the silver coins that Batu had stacked on the counter, she took out one and blew it, put it to her ear and listened to the 'ding' sound, and snorted at Batu with satisfaction, and she sang her own ballad and shook the statue out of the door of the inn.

"It's good that my fingers are sensitive enough, otherwise my poor little gold coins, but I still have to earn them!" Batu Celt's palms were already full of sweat, he touched his chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and immediately lay down under the counter, and quickly opened the hidden compartment under the counter, hiding the only piece of Forestton pure gold in the empty pocket in the hidden compartment where the gold coins were stacked, and his face was full of satisfied smiles, "Hello, my・percious!" goodbye，my・percious!”