"Huh? Urs? ”

"Do you have anything strange growing on my face?"

"Hmm... Nothing but scars. The wolf-eared girl blinked, tilted her head slightly to look at the side of the young man's face that had been injured by the undead in the snowy camp, "Why do you suddenly ask this?" ”

"I feel like there's always someone staring at us......," Urs withdrew his gaze, and raised his hand again to scratch the black hair in his ear with a little nerve, saying that the molten iron greatsword that he was chained to his back looked a bit "swaggering" in appearance, and that at the gate of the city, Thogas had curiously asked how he had come up with such a large iron weapon.

But that shouldn't be the point.

The point is......

"Mr. Urs, there are people around me who seem to... Afraid of you? Dorothy silently followed the tail of the team, and suddenly whispered in a small voice what the young man had realized.

Despite the hesitation in her voice, the red-haired Miss Warlock cautiously pointed out the incongruity in the current atmosphere, and then saw the little girl not far away walking and dancing in protest: "But Grandpa Gaine is on top, and we haven't done anything bad?" We've just entered the city! Haven't you seen even a dwarf in the big cities of the Empire's Northlands? Oh no, I guess I haven't even seen the future Miss Archmage? ”

I don't think there's anything wrong with the phrase "I haven't even seen the future Archmage...... Forget it, nothing.

Urs turned his head to look at the little girl who seemed to be full of vitality even in the way of protesting, although he was deeply puzzled by the gaze of many others, but after her interruption, he couldn't help but smile slightly, secretly thinking that the future Miss Archmage was really a pistachio in the team.

Anyway, when she's there, it doesn't seem like she's in a bad mood - that's probably how it feels, right?

The young man grinned lightly and shook his head, although he didn't know why some of the citizens around him looked as if they were afraid of him, as Dorothy said, but on the whole, something was definitely going on in the city of Armor, and it was so important that Toga had to lie to him and keep it a secret.

Otherwise, he said in his heart that the 7 points of charm that he was going to die about should not be so low that passers-by are afraid. Looking more closely, he also observed from time to time that there were a few guys on both sides of the street who he knew in the past but did not know well, secretly staring at him and walking away quickly, looking like he was worried about something to do with it.

Thogas is the commander-in-chief of the Griffin Guard appointed by Kevin, so even though he is a civilian knight, he is actually very close to the center of power in the Northland county, similar to the slave knight who used to be a slave knight directly under the Paladin Count.

With this little thought in his mind, Urs became more and more sure that Thogas was hiding certain things from him, and that those things had a lot to do with him, and finally as he walked, he thought about it for a while, tilted his neck and decided:

“…… Let's find a tavern first. ”

Well, the tavern.

The tavern is not only a place of entertainment and rest, but also a sea of information for the common people, whether it is frequented by adventurers or the rich, street or high-end, as long as you are willing to pay a few tips to the boss, there are usually a few rumors related to certain events.

Of course, since it's rumors and rumors, whether it's reliable or not is another matter, after all, you're not asking for professional scouts, and reliable scouts aren't just a few tips that can be sent casually.

Thinking about what his group should do at this point, Urs walked ahead according to the impression he remembered, and soon led his three companions around two side streets to a small square in the middle of the city of Helmets.

Perhaps due to the influence of winter, the wind and snow in the north covered the city with a layer of cold temperature, so that the downtown area in the city of helmets is also a little less lively in the impression of ordinary people, for example, the small square where everyone is going at the moment is not like a river, and the square monument under the dusk and sunset is inevitably a little lonely on the cold stone floor.

Although—and not completely deserted and lonely.

The other streets that connect around the small square are still sporadic in this relatively deserted atmosphere, and there are still sporadic noises such as the clanging of blacksmiths, the cries of market vendors, and the discussion of passers-by among themselves.

Urs silently listened to the sound of movement blown by the cold wind and sleet in his ears, walked a few steps to the side of the small square, stretched out his hand to push open a store door, and then led the team into the store first.

This shop on the side of the street in the small square is naturally a tavern that young people are looking for, the name is "Warm House Drunkard", there is a crossbar tied to a horse in front of the door, the handle of the wooden door is tied to the wind chimes according to the design reference of many peer shops, and the bell of the door opens the door to a pleasant sound that leads the guests after entering the door to a thick oak curved bar, and the table top and table of the bar can be swept at a glance small wooden barrel-shaped cups and several tall round stools, There was also a fat boss with a small head, wearing a white shirt and leather waistcoat, put down the wine glass he was cleaning and turned around.

"Welcome, three guests! Have a cup of hot wine and find a seat by the fire! He greeted warmly and heartily.

Thea, Bellingis, and Dorothy followed Urs in through the door. When the future Grand Magister, Miss Magister, heard the boss's welcome, and her lively little face immediately showed curiosity and anticipatory joy, but when she thought about it in a blink of an eye, she quickly trotted past the young man who was walking in front, and stood on tiptoe and jumped on the bar suitable for human size: "It's four, four!" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, this lovely little dwarf girl is indeed four." The tavern owner poked his head out a little, quickly apologized with an embarrassed expression, and then returned his gaze to professional enthusiasm, "You ......

His gaze moved back to the young man, the wolf-eared girl, and the red-haired warlock lady, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, and then stared back and forth at the young man and the wolf-eared girl with a look of disbelief, one might even say incredulity, and his tongue was hidden in his mouth for a few seconds before he remembered to continue to say something.

Say something......

But what would it be nice to say?

The tavern owner was accidentally stunned for a long time, but fortunately, Urs looked at the old acquaintance in front of him at this time and smiled: "Greetings for a long time, Boss Paulsun." ”

Urs believed that unless his memory in this life was wrong, the other party must know him, but he had to take a little time to react, just like Togarth had seen him and Thea at the city gate not long ago.

He guessed right. The tavern keeper named Paulsson stood behind the bar and finally came to his senses, and immediately leaned forward to support the bar table, stretched his neck, poked his head out a little more, and his eyes fell directly on the young man's face and lowered his voice: "Knight of Urs and Priest Thea...... Manning is above, and the god of wealth doesn't seem to be fooling my eyes. Are you still alive? ”

"When the tavern owner asks if the guest is still alive, I think the guest should be so angry that he turns around and leaves." Urs shrugged playfully, feigning annoyance.

"No...... I think the guests won't leave because the owner decided to treat them! Paulsson nodded in surprise, and after a few more seconds he finally stopped doubting his vision, and the surprise on his face turned into a grinning chuckle, and he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, "Four glasses of Northland ale - oh no, three glasses of wine and a glass of milk, wait a minute." ”

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