Prominently on the bar is a painted silver plate with an abstract motif: a crescent moon rises above the horizon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"O Emblem of Farran, the 'God of the Way'......" Roland couldn't help but sigh when he saw the pattern on the silver plate.

It was clear that the shrewd innkeeper was not a loyal believer in Eltaran. Roland guessed that Eltaran himself knew this, but the arrogant "Eye of All Worlds" was too embarrassed to say it to him.

Roland thought it was normal. Locke was a businessman who was more likely to focus on practical interests than on ethereal spiritual pursuits. Eltaran, the old god lying in the grave, can't even protect himself, he can't answer the prayers of the believers, let alone give the believers divine magic, and believing in her can be said to have no practical benefits, in this case, it can't be harshly criticized for not being religious enough for her beliefs.

The halfling turned his head and followed Roland's gaze to the painted silver plate, his eyes suddenly frozen, and his lush beard could not hide the embarrassment on his face.

Roland smiled understandingly, deliberately avoiding embarrassing topics, and asked in a low voice, "I came here to inquire about a person, and Eltaran told me that person is a regular customer of your shop." ”

"Who are you inquiring about?" I'll tell you the truth. Locke seemed to want to remedy something, and his attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he seemed very attentive.

"A plane merchant, his name is Otto."

The halfling dragged a long "oh" sound, and quietly interrogated Roland: "Let me talk more, are you looking for him to be a good thing or a bad thing?" ”

"I have no personal vendetta against Otto."

"So you're doing things for Lord Zorn?"

"You misunderstood, I don't have anything to do with the Griesyankees, and I just wanted to ask him about some people and news." Roland replied expressionlessly.

The halfling looked at him suspiciously, and was silent for a long time before glancing to the side.

Roland tilted his head slightly, pretending to be casual and looked in the direction he hinted at, and saw a strangely dressed guy sitting at a wine table near the window, from which he happened to see the other party's side face.

The man sat half a head taller than the half-sheep waitress beside him who poured him wine, and stood twelve feet tall, with a plump belly, a rather imposing figure, a dark blue cloth wrapped around his head, and a fiery red gem on his eyebrows, and if it weren't for his blue skin, he would have looked like a Sikh Indian Ahsan.

The plane merchant held a handful of cards in his hand, skillfully shuffled and dealt the cards, and with a dexterous finger swipe on the table, the cards were lined up in a neat row, with the back facing up.

Otto smiled and stretched out his hand to the hostess, letting the fair-skinned, full-breasted, half-sheep girl with charming golden curls pick out a random card to predict her fortune for the day.

Roland couldn't help but laugh when he looked at it from afar, thinking that this dead fat man was quite good at flirting with girls.

The half-sheep girl blinked, curiously observing the row of cards on the table, and after hesitation, she chose one of them, and when she opened it, she found that it was a diamond 8.

Otto whistled and told her with a smile, "This card is a sign that you will have good fortune today, and you will soon get a good tip." ”

The hostess was full of surprise and thanked him for his generosity.

Otto smiled and shook his head: "Your fortune is not in me. ”

Just as the hostess wondered, cheers rang from the other side of the ring, and onlookers chanted Indira's name to celebrate her defeat of the half-giants to help them win the bet.

Indira stepped out of the ring with her sword on her shoulder to the cheers of the people, came to Otto's table with a gust of incense, and said to the half-sheep hostess, "Give me a glass of your strongest wine here." "Throw her a magic crystal.

The hostess weighed it, and it weighed half an ounce!

"Miss Indira, we don't have so many magic crystals for the most expensive wine here."

Indira smiled chicly: "I had a good time today, I'm in a good mood, and the rest of the money is a tip for you." ”

"Take it, I said you had good fortune today." Otto said with a smile.

The hostess thanked her in surprise, and quickly stuffed the magic crystal into her pocket and clutched it tightly, as if she was afraid that it would fly away with wings.

One pound of magic crystals is equivalent to 10,000 gold coins, and 1 ounce is equal to 1/16 pound, which is 625 gold coins. The crystal that Indira gave to the hostess was worth at least 300 gold coins, which for the latter was equivalent to a month's salary at a hotel, as Otto had predicted, a generous tip.

"Indira, you are too ruthless, it is enough to defeat Nuka, why bother to blind him, I originally wanted to hire him as a bodyguard." Otto shook his head and sighed.

Indira picked up another glass of wine and choked back angrily: "Nuka's kind of guy with only muscles and no brains is useless, he wants to cut off my head, I only stab him in one eye is considered merciful, if you still want to hire bodyguards, here is a better option, look over there - it's that young man, I think he's much better than Nuka." ”

Otto glanced back at Roland, smiled knowingly, and turned to tease Indira: "You have a good eye on the master's family, right?" ”

Indira rolled her eyes: "I'm not the kind of vulgar woman who only values the surface, if you look closely at that little handsome guy, he has an extraordinary temperament." ”

Otto shrugged disappreciatively: "I only saw a tigress drooling here. ”

Indira's face turned red, and she picked up the bottle and was about to hit her boss on the head, when she suddenly stopped, lowered her voice and said to Otto: "Shhhhhh That kid is here, could it be that you heard us talking about him in private? ”

Otto held his head in his hands and groaned: "Offending Zorn's party is enough for me to have a headache, but I don't want to offend unknown guys anymore, this is your own trouble, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

"You're such a great man!" Indira laughed sarcastically.

Otto raised his head and glared at her: "I spent a lot of money to hire you as a bodyguard, you are good, you don't do anything serious at all, you always cause trouble, I am worried that I will die faster with you as a bodyguard!" ”

"Then break the contract and go your own way." Indira replied nonchalantly.

"I will, Indira, and when I find a more reliable bodyguard, it will be your turn to lose your job."

"Hehe, in this place of Yinkong, it's not so easy to find a more reliable bodyguard than me." Indira crossed her arms and sneered, her tall and full peaks carrying full pride.

Roland walked straight to the table where Otto and Indira were, smiled at Miss Winddjinn, and then took off his hat and saluted Otto: "Dear sir, may I disturb you for a few minutes?" ”