The sound of "rustling".

The decoration in the hall of the tavern is very classical, no paint, no beautiful wallpaper, just a thin layer of crystal clear tung oil painted on the wooden board-

At five o'clock in the afternoon, it was still early in the evening, and there were not many customers in the deserted tavern, and a slender girl bent down to grab a broom, and wore a red apron around her waist, and was seriously cleaning it.

She looked up at the arrival of the guests.

The gaze touches in the air.

This is a face engraved in the depths of Gross's memory-

In the previous game, "Fisherman by the River" was a frequent meeting and meeting place for players - there were not many similar taverns in the bustling town of Silverleaf, but with the promotion of an unknown player, this tavern quickly became the liveliest spot in town.

At night when players are online at their peak, you can always see a current channel shouting like this:

"Level 15 warriors are looking for a dungeon team, full of blue suits, skilled in operation, and coquettish in position......"

"There's another mage from the all-range monster farming team, and we're waiting for you."

"There are big brothers and sisters who are not kind to bring them, it's too inconvenient for the priesthood to level up......"

"Sell perks, you know...... Penguin cloud disk, as long as 5 soles ......"

Thinking of this, Gross inadvertently smiled, the otaku had also operated such a character of Yushu Linfeng, mixed in with these players - the chestnut ponytail in front of him was thrown high, and a face with an indifferent smile was also revealed. The appearance of a commoner girl does not look outstanding at first glance, but a few brown freckles on the wings of her small nose and a pair of big eyes with long eyelashes flickering have a relaxed and pleasant vitality.

Probably the most appropriate description is "full of vitality".

"Miss Momiji."

The bandit leader Gross unconsciously greeted affectionately, and Miss Lady, a mage beside him, pulled the sleeve of his coat and asked in a low voice, "Do you know her?" ”

He nodded, and Oliver on the side quickly interjected quietly, "In that case, maybe we can get a discount on the cost of accommodation and food?" ”

"Nine or eight, or less?" Levine is sensitive to financial matters.

"Then it depends on the relationship between the boss and her. By the way, is she the proprietress of the house? Or the boss's daughter? ”

Whispers came from behind Gross.

"Who are you?"

The girl put away the broom in her hand, her lips that had been hooked by the smile were drawn into a straight line, and the expression on her face suddenly became vigilant-

In the girl's mind, she clearly remembered that she did not know the man in front of her - every day she was busy in the tavern, and indeed there were some enthusiastic guests who always liked to laugh at her, but as soon as she cooled her face a little, these guests would stop being interested.

However, that didn't stop her from becoming the first living sign in the tavern to glow with golden light.

Later, many people came to visit.

This tavern, "The Fisherman's Minor by the River", was opened by her mercenary father - the father and daughter have been living in the silver leaf town for many years, although not rich, but they are safe, but some of the ill-intentioned ones eventually throw away the festival.

The girl Momiji, just two days ago, taught a fellow like that, it is said that he was the son of the head of a mercenary regiment in a foreign country, and he came to the tavern with a large number of doglegs, and called her name affectionately as soon as they met, and then, he tried to stretch out two fingers to provoke the chin of the girl's lovely little face......

As a result, the dog's head was blown up!

Not only him, but even those doglegs who were just smiling obscenely and coaxing, all of them were blown out of the dog's head - the seemingly weak appearance of the girl Momiji concealed a fairly good level of martial arts, even better than the average professional mercenary. The martial arts she excels at belong to the stick art category, which is said to be a variant of the "Malvey Guerrilla Gun Technique", which was taught by her mercenary father himself.

She had clenched the broom in her hand.

"Uh- bring us some food, and, prepare the room."

Gross finally remembered that he was now just a bandit leader in the New Moon Northland Norgo, and he had nothing to do with the chestnut-haired girl in front of him - the players in Discord had a friendly setting with the natives, but he couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he saw the tense posture of the girl in front of him holding a broomstick.

"Okay, what food do you need?"

A faint smile reverted to the girl's face, "There's fresh sea bass, why don't you have some?" ”

She asked. The Larue River flows along the town of Silverleaf, and fresh fish is one of the local specialties, and the most distinctive food in this tavern is lemon grilled fish - the bandit leader nodded, "Well, lemon grilled fish, mashed potatoes, and a pot of minced meat and radish soup." ”

He inquired about the price, pulled a few rays out of his money bag, and watched as the girl took the silver coins and retrieved Thor - during this period of the Crescent Year, although the "Fog Pine War" had caused the prices of various materials in the Northland to increase, such signs were almost impossible to see in the commercially prosperous Silver Leaf Town. At present, the Great Silver Mine of Beintas in the Elantra Kingdom has not yet been discovered, and Rael is still quite valuable compared to the Sol copper coins used by most civilians on a daily basis.

The combined cost of food for their group was less than three raels.

Therefore, when the bandit leader hears that his belongings are close to two hundred raels, he will be so surprised and delighted - in the early days of the game, the currency units traded between players are counted in soles, and at that time there are many cute newcomers, unwittingly and even happily selling those precious and rare materials to profiteers.

Damn profiteers!

Gros couldn't help but grit his teeth a little when he thought about it—the familiar scene reminded him of an unbearable past.

"Mr. Gross, do you have a toothache?"

Miss Mage sat beside him and asked kindly.

"No, I'm sad and my eggs hurt." The leader of the bandits wailed in his heart. However, his facial expression immediately returned to normal, and he said lightly: "Recently, I have been a little hot, and there is a bubble in my mouth." ”

"Coincidentally, so did I."

Miss Mage Lady's little hand rubbed her pink cheeks, which were white and red, and gently comforted her with a look of empathy, "That's fine, don't add mustard to the food for a while." The teacher said that mustard is a pungent food that is not conducive to the healing of wounds, and I also read some academic articles on physiology and medicine by the Mage Association, and I mentioned this matter......"

"Uh-"

Gross was momentarily speechless, and he noticed that this Miss Crane seemed to be hiding the nature of chatter.