The guards hurriedly got out of the way into the castle under Julian's reprimand, and Arold, accompanied by Julian, walked haughtily into the narrow streets of the castle, where people looked at them with curiosity, and above a wooden gate at the corner of the street, a wooden sign hung with two hounds, which was the sign of an inn.

"Let's rest here today." Arjod pointed to the wooden door and said to Julian.

"It's good." Julian dismounted and helped the frail Arold off his horse, when a little boy came out of the open door, and the little boy dragging his snot wiped his nose with his dirty sleeve before bowing to Arold and Julian.

"Welcome to the Hound Inn, do you need to stay at the hotel?"

"Yes, take care of our horses, this is for you." Arold said in a hoarse voice, and then took out a small amount of money and threw it to the little boy, the little boy quickly took the money thrown over, looked at the little money in his hand The little boy smiled, such a generous aristocrat is rare.

"Don't worry, the stables are here, I'll feed them with good beans, and you'll find that you're a lot fatter when you leave." The little boy grinned and took their mounts and took them into the inn stables to take care of them.

Arold and Julian walked into the inn, which was a two-story wooden structure, the first floor was a place for guests to drink and have fun, and the second floor had a dozen rooms, and the floor was covered with old coarse wool blankets, most of the rooms were bunks shared by several people, but it was enough for the tired travelers, and the big-bellied innkeeper took Arold and Julian to a room with a window near the street, and in the room there was a cabinet with rough clay vases, A bunch of purple lavender stuck in the vase brought the room to life, thanks to Arrod's nobility.

There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, there were already many guests downstairs drinking ale and talking to each other, ordering a glass of ale and a piece of cat meat in the warm inn could pass the boring and cold nights, the guests were mostly civilians and tourists, of course, there were some wandering mercenaries, the leaders of the mercenaries were waiting in the hotel for the opportunity to be hired, perhaps there were merchants who traveled through the area of robbers and cattle to seek profits, perhaps there were priests who went to spread the gospel of God, and the best employers were aristocratic agents who waged private wars, Because it was possible to get a good booty by following the armies of the nobles.

"Julian, please help me get some spicy soup that makes you sweat." Arold sat on the floor in the house, wrapped himself in a woolen blanket, his body trembled at this time, Arold knew that he had to drink something hot to make himself sweat, the rain on the journey was very sudden and caught the soul traveler off guard, and the disease came suddenly, but Arold knew how to deal with this disease, which was already common in later generations.

"Do I need to see a doctor?" Julian looked at Arrod's appearance and said worriedly, but Arold shook his head, and the doctors of this era basically have no other medical treatment than to bleed you.

"No, do as I say." Arold didn't believe that he was being bled like a pig, but luckily Julian got some ginger and onions from the innkeeper, and Arold asked Julian to take a meat knife and chop the ginger and onion into a bowl and boil it into a bowl of soup and drink it.

"Gotta, gotta, gotta ~~." Just as Arold was drowsy, the sound of horses' hooves came from his ears, and Arold couldn't help but open his eyes, and he saw three knights appear at the door of the inn under the light of the torch in front of the inn under the window, and the three of them jumped down from their horses, handed the reins to the little man, and then strode into the inn.

"It's so strange, I'd love to see those three somewhere." Arold looked at the backs of the three people who walked into the hotel, he thought that he had seen them before, a short man, a tall and thin man, and a burly warrior, and suddenly Arold sat up violently, and the woolen blanket slipped to the ground and did not care, because he remembered that these three people were the three brothers of the boar, the courtiers of the Count of Lauzitz, and why they came to this inn, and they would be entertained in the castle of the Duke of Mason as the courtiers of the Count of Lauzitz, and not crowded in this inn full of commoners and adventurers, Thinking of the adventurer Arrod suddenly thought of something.

"Where are you going, Lord Arrod? I got you some broth. Julian, who had a bowl of broth, had just reached the door when he saw Arrod come out with a solemn face, wearing the cloak that had just been dried and covering his face.

"I'll come when I go." Arold pulled the cloak and said to Julian with half of his face exposed, and Arold's mysterious appearance made Julian a little uneasy, but he knew that Arold must have something important to do.

"I'm upstairs, Lord Arrod, call me if you need anything, my sword is ready at any time." Julian immediately put down the broth and went back to the house to hang his long sword around his waist.

"Yes." Arold didn't have time to explain anything to Julian, and turned his head and walked down the stairs, the wooden staircase made the sound of climbing, but because the downstairs was more lively, the sound was not noticeable, and Arold sat down along the wall as unobtrusive as possible at a wooden table in a corner, and this position was only two seats away from the three boar brothers.

"Big brother, is this guy called the one-handed man reliable?" The tall and lanky Ogden was still as chattering as ever, and he was not satisfied with spending a precious night in this dirty, cramped inn, and might as well find a few pretty eyeballs in Duke Mason's dungeon.

"Of course, we need to be patient, this is the task of the adults." Pig-faced Grover played with the wine glass in his hand, and the inferior ale in it made his brows furrow, but this was their master's request, and Grover could only endure patiently.

“…… Patsy. Patsy just sat down beside his brothers, his eyes looking around like curious children, his burly stature causing the others to look at him involuntarily before moving his table outward.

After I don't know how long it was, the atmosphere inside became more and more lively, and several slutty women who relied on the skin and meat business walked in, and the men couldn't help but let go of the restraints under their drive, and the scene was a little chaotic, and the innkeeper wiped the wine glass and didn't care, he had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

"Hey, aren't you guys having fun together?" At this time, in the empty table seat of the three wild boar brothers, a middle-aged man dressed in a green cardigan merchant costume sat in front of them, he had a garlic nose, which turned red under the stimulation of alcohol, and he was bald with almost no hair and looked like a drunk.

"Fuck off the drunk, this isn't the place for you." Grover said in a rough voice, his face had become distorted due to impatience, a pig's face was extremely terrifying, but the merchant in front of him didn't care, but poured the unfinished wine on Grove's table into his mouth with a big grin.

"Hey, I'm not interested in this guy's eyeballs." Ogden rested his two slender legs on the table and looked at the merchant with contempt, but his hand had already crept into the dagger at his waist, and at the slightest movement of the uninteresting fellow, the dagger would plunge between the merchant's chin and throat.

"Alright, let's get down to business, I'm the one hand, and Lord Ogden can take your hand off the dagger." The middle-aged merchant suddenly straightened his face, and immediately changed from a drunkard to a diplomat, and this change was completed in an instant, which surprised the three wild boar brothers a little.

"You're one-handed?" Grover looked at the middle-aged businessman's sound limbs, he didn't believe that he was the one who was going to connect, and when he saw Grover's disbelieving look, he smiled with one hand instead, and every time his guests would have this expression, which made him feel funny.

"One hand refers to this, not that I only have one hand." With a one-handed smile, he used his right hand to pull something out of the collar of his neck, and when he looked closely, it was an iron hand pendant strung with a silver chain, and this reason could be explained.

"Well, in that case, you should be clear about my master's request." Grover glanced at the one-handed pendant and decided not to dwell on the question of his identity, as long as he could meet his master's conditions, regardless of his identity.

"I know that the road to Italy has not been smooth lately, and it will take me a little time to get the goods back." One-hand's eyebrows furrowed, and he said to Grover as if he was a little embarrassed.

"I don't care about this, my master only needs his goods, and this is a deposit." Grover took out a money bag from his bosom, looked at the bulging money bag, and estimated that there was a lot of money in it, which made Arrod, who was eavesdropping on the side, wonder what kind of goods should make Count Lauzitz send his henchmen to come, and the place where the joint was so hidden.

"Of course." Seeing the money bag on the table, with a greedy look on his face, he stretched out his hand to the bulging money bag, and at that moment a bright light appeared, and only to hear a bang, a short knife appeared between the fingers of the left index finger and the middle finger of the one hand, and it was only a millimeter away from the bright short knife to cut off his fingers.

"Lord Ogden, what are you?" One-handed looked at Ogden, who was holding the hilt of the knife, and looked at him in horror and asked.

"Remember, if you mess up the affairs of Lord Count Lauzitz, I will really make you a one-handed."

"Don't worry, I've never made a mistake in doing things." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I'm sorry, I'm late for an update at home today