This woman is Delphine, the true owner of the Sleeping Giant's Inn, and one of the only remaining members of the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"So...... You're a dragonborn, aren't you? "Delphine himself had also inquired a little bit about the Dragonborn before, and knew that the Dragonborn was a cat man who was particularly afraid of death, and had escaped countless times by relying on territory guards under the dragon's hands. No matter how much he listened, the performance of the cautious cat man in front of him now made Delphine feel disappointed. If this dragonborn is really so cowardly, and the mud can't support the wall, then no matter how much he and the old man help, they will not be able to return to the sky.

"So you took the horn?" After Delphine asked a rhetorical question, Dacula did not answer, and continued to ask.

Delphine stared at the vigilant big cat in front of him, muttered for a moment, and finally chose not to be so aggressive: "Yes, I took the horn." ”

"How are you going to give it back to me?" Dracula obviously didn't want to talk to Delphine too much, and he was here for the purpose of trading. Negotiate the conditions, and then take the horn.

"Are you really a Dragonborn?" Delphine squinted and asked again, as if it was important to her to make sure of this identity.

"How do I know if I'm really or not! They say I am, then I am! Dacula said to Daerphine very reluctantly.

"They? Greybeard? Why do they say you are? Delphine asked, and as she spoke, she took out a slightly torn white jade horn from her bosom.

"They say I have a gift for the Dragonborn, so I can learn to spit out quickly......" Dacula wanted to continue scolding the woman in front of him, but when he saw the horn in the woman's hand, his tone suddenly softened.

"So what they're saying is true? Are you really a Dragonborn? But learning to spit out quickly is not a talent exclusive to the Dragonborn...... It's like I can blow the horn that can only be blown by the Dragonborn, does that mean that I am the Dragonborn? Delphine said, and put the horn to his mouth and blew it twice, and the horn whined low.

The blue energy at the mouth of the horn appeared, condensing into the figure of an old man. This figure really startled Dacula. He almost thought that the woman in front of him was going to deal with him here. However, later, the old man only bowed lightly and then dissipated with the disappearance of the sound of the horn, and nothing special happened. Seeing this, Dacula relaxed slightly.

"And ...... I can absorb an energy from a dead dragon......" Dacula exhaled softly and said to the woman in front of him, but his eyes were still fixed on the horn in the woman's hand.

Delphine's eyes widened when he heard Dacula say this, "So what they said is true?" Can you really kill a dragon? Suck their souls? ”

Before the meeting, the woman was still asking, and Dacula's tone, which had softened because of the appearance of the horn, became reluctant again: "Believe it or not, do you want me to show you how to absorb the dragon soul now?!" ”

"......" Delfin's emotional out-of-control was only for a moment, she quickly calmed down her mood, and glanced at the cat in front of her: "Come with me, there are some things that can't be said here." ”

As she spoke, she didn't wait for Dacula to say anything, she had already pushed open the door of the small room and walked out.

Dacula didn't want to follow, but after glancing at the horn that was firmly held in the woman's hand, he finally reluctantly followed. Just when the woman blew the horn, he felt an inexplicable palpitation. Especially when the old man in the horn bowed gently, he almost couldn't hold back the desire to release the power in his heart!

"My name is Delphine, and I'm the owner here......" Delphine spoke again as the two walked silently to the bedroom door behind the counter. Come in and remember to close the door. ”

This place is obviously Delphine's bedroom. After opening the door, Delphine walked to the front of the closet. Confused, Dacula followed him into the bedroom, but he didn't close the door immediately for security reasons.

"Close the door and let the rest of the conversation be overheard." Delphine said patiently that her attitude was surprisingly good now compared to Dacula. Maybe it's because she's pretty much sure of Dacula's identity now.

"Uh......" Dacula glanced around the bedroom, and after noticing no other danger, he slowly pulled the bedroom door behind him with some reluctance.

Once in this place, the illusion of danger that was so real didn't appear now, so Dacula wasn't completely out of shape at this point. In his opinion, the occasional illusion of death belongs to a cat man's gift for danger. Under the premise of this "talent" as a guarantee, Dacula dared to follow Delphine, the person who had won his horn and wanted to negotiate terms with him.

"Squeak......" Seeing Dacula close the bedroom door, Delphine slowly opened the closet door and pressed a mechanism inside. This mechanism controls the back wall of the closet, and after Delphine presses it, a diagonal downward passage slowly appears behind the closet.

"Delphin?" As the passage opened, a vigilant voice came from below.

"It's me, old fellow, who do you suppose I brought with me?" Delphine said as he staggered downstairs. When she left, she didn't forget to turn around and hand Dacula behind her a follow-up look.

Dacula shrugged her shoulders slightly, following Delphine in the same direction. There is no way, the horn she wants is still in her hand. The illusion of danger has not yet appeared, and there seems to be no danger if it continues.

"Tsk...... Who else can you bring here, it's just the two of us now...... Unless you bring that legendary dragonborn......" The voice was a little old, but still powerful. The owner who could hear the voice was still in good spirits.

Underneath the staircase is a brightly lit cottage. On the left hand side of the door is an alchemy test table, on the right hand side is an enchantment test table, on the left hand side of the inner side is a bookshelf full of books, and in the right hand corner is a bed with a bedding on top of which looks like it has just been washed.

In the center of the hut was a square table, which was now filled with a mess of papers, books, and the remnants of ground or distilled herbs. On one side of the table, a somewhat scruffy old man with a white beard was immersed in something. When Dacula followed Delphine down, the old man also looked up at him.