Act 40 Silver Mine (1st Update)

In the middle of the town of Schavrund there is a hostel called 'Trout in the Woods', the owner of which is a simple middle-aged man, but the ale sold here tastes so good that it attracts many regular customers.

Most of these customers are local workers who work six days a week and can return to town on Sundays to relax; The workers who came down from the mine were covered in stinky sweat, and without exception had a rude and loud voice, and they did not care about the opinions of others, and commented on the figure of a certain waitress in groups.

If a barmaid smiles and winks at them, it will surely cause a round of boos.

But a few young men were drinking in a corner of the bar, squinting at these people and discussing their affairs in a whisper. Most of them are here to parents who are mine workers, and of course they are. However, the peculiar restlessness and restlessness of young people made these young men unwilling to waste their time here, and they consulted with each other, and were ready to leave this place to explore the outside world.

It's just that they have been in this town since they were born, and they have only been to the nearby forests at the farthest, and at most they have speculated about the outside world through their imaginations and the words of adventurers outside.

Several people discussed for a while, and just made an appointment, but they heard a cold snort from their noses next to them. The young people were slightly stunned, and they all looked back weakly, and saw an old dwarf sitting at another table not far away.

As in most fantasy stories—the old dwarf had a conspicuous nose, a long beard that dragged down to his waist, braided, and tied with iron rings—his arms and calves were thick and strong. However, the skin is not a healthy brownish red of the hill dwarves that are common in the region, but a light gray tinge.

The young man's face changed when he saw the dwarf, the old fellow's name was Oldham, and he didn't know where he came to this place, but he was said to be very capable, and he mixed up a job as a steward for the governor here.

But this guy's temper can be regarded as bad, rigid and stubborn, and never gives a good face; And his own situation was not very good—the old dwarf was often seen drinking a sullen drink, and though the dwarves were fond of drinking, they seldom drank sullenly.

It's not like this old guy, his temper gets worse as soon as he drinks and he keeps a straight face and doesn't pay attention to anyone.

And this guy is extremely arrogant, no one looks down on him, and someone has heard him speak ill of the clerk. But the old dwarf lost his temper so much that even the king dared to scold him, so the matter went unnoticed.

When the young man saw that it was him, he couldn't help but secretly scream in his heart. One of them was a little more clever, and hurriedly said in a kind way: "Old man Oldham, so you are here-"

The old dwarf glanced at the young men: "What, it's in your way?" ”

"No, no," the quick responder immediately said, "Why, we wanted to invite you for a drink, but ......"

The old dwarf snorted from his nostrils: "Who cares about your, but I warn you, young man, the outside world is not so simple, be careful to bump your head and bleed back." ”

Several young men immediately answered as if they had been amnestied, and then went to pay the bill with great prostitution, and hurried away from the main entrance.

When they left, they couldn't help but secretly scream, how could they meet this old guy, fortunately, this old man didn't have a good relationship with most people in the town, otherwise they ran to sue their parents, and it was estimated that everyone present would have to eat a cruel meal.

The old dwarf watched these young people go out, and shook his head, the outside world is so easy to navigate, but the young man is hot-blooded, so he doesn't care about these things; The old dwarf was about to bow his head and drink from a man's wine, but he was stunned for a moment—he saw three men and four women walking in from outside the inn.

In fact, when Brando pushed the door open and entered, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Pretty girl-

As a pure-blooded silver elf royal family, the beauty of this girl is self-evident, although her body has not yet grown, with some of the girl's soft and weak temperament, but it is more attractive to attention.

Roman and Akane are also not far behind, Miss Merchant always has a special temperament on her body that makes people want to look at her twice, and a pair of eyes that are constantly turning in the dark play a vital role.

What's more, she put her hands on the cowhide bag on her chest, and the way she looked around was really good.

But Akane's amber eyes burning like a raging flame attracted even more attention, and when the girl entered this bar, her brows couldn't help but furrow slightly, and her eyebrows were raised, with a dangerous aura that no one should approach.

The Thunder Spear was torn apart and strapped to her back, and the girl lifted her head slightly, letting her long crimson ponytail hang back—and she looked around with a wary look.

However, it was Yuta, who was not so outstanding among the guests, and the tall and fiery figure of the mercenary leader made everyone whistle subconsciously as soon as she entered the hall, and several ulterior glances fell on the grand master's towering chest.

Jutta didn't mind, just snorted coldly.

Brando couldn't help but chuckle.

He had often seen such scenes in fantastical tales - one might even say that the inns of all stripes were one of the most important places in that kind of story: adventurers discussing their plans in a whisper, rude guests chatting and drinking, interspersed with the sound of laughing with the barmaids.

It would be perfect if there was a poet.

With such an unrealistic idea in mind, Brando turned around, and the owner of the bar had already greeted him; is just an ordinary middle-aged man, but looking at his appearance, he has already seen the relationship between primary and secondary from several people.

When the men whose lower body decided to think with their upper body fell on a few women, the middle-aged man paid more attention to the details of Brando's temperament - although the two angelic attendants behind the young man were picturesque, but the middle-aged man's gaze did not linger on them longer.

As the owner of this place where people come and go, he has long practiced a different way of looking at people than ordinary people.

In particular, the self-confidence of a modern man in Brando is very similar to that of the nobles of this era, who came from prominent families and grew up well-educated, so that the middle-aged man distinguishes this young man from the rest at a glance.

"This is a noble son," the innkeeper thought so, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, and his tone was unconsciously respectful: "Do you need anything?" ”

Brando looked up and saw a wooden board with the type of liquor for sale hanging in front of the wine rack; He pointed to the most expensive one on the line and ordered a glass - of course, Brando wasn't interested in it, he was just pretending.

In addition to Métisa, several ladies invariably asked for a fruit wine, slightly sweet and slightly sour. The ghost didn't need to eat, and the Silver Elf Princess just stood silently behind everyone, and Akane noticed her and asked in a low voice, "Can't you eat?" ”

Medisa was stunned and shook her head: "It's just unnecessary." ”

"Then let's try it," the girl flicked her long ponytail at the back of her head, "If you don't order anything here, it will be too conspicuous." ”

"No," Roman's voice interjected, and she said in a serious manner, "a true lady wouldn't eat in such a mess—"

Qian saw that Miss Merchant said this, but she was still contented with a glass of fruit wine in both hands, so she couldn't help but glance at her: "Aren't you drinking too?" She asked angrily.

"I'm not a lady in the first place." Roman's eyes widened, and he replied as a matter of course.

Medisa listened to the conversation between the two men, and just chuckled vigorously.

As for the two angelic attendants, they simply ignored the chattering conversation of the girls and followed behind Brando with expressionless faces. This made the middle-aged man confirm the relationship between who was the female companion and who was the attendant, and he glanced at these people and asked with the sensitivity characteristic of a businessman:

"How many of you are from outside?"

Akane paused, raising her eyebrows alertly.

Brando knew that there was nothing to hide from this kind of thing, like this kind of person, although it was not a snake on the ground. But he has seen a lot of people, maybe he knows all the locals in the town, and deliberately covering it up left suspicions, so he simply nodded:

"Try your luck."

Brando didn't tell the truth either.

The middle-aged man thought that this might be the son of a nobleman who had left home to play - this kind of person was not uncommon in Eruin, but it was usually the descendant of a nobleman with a certain family background.

"Do you mean you need a guide to go to the forest?" He thought for a moment and asked.

"The service is so good," Brando thought to himself that the most expensive glass of wine in his hand had an effect, and a place like this was meant to be a place for the circulation of news, and the owner often doubled as a seller of news. However, most of these messages rely on hearsay, do not distinguish between truth and falsehood, and need to eliminate the useless information themselves, the only advantage is that the price is also counted in the consumption of alcohol.

I won't charge you any more.

Brando ordered the most expensive wine here, and the middle-aged man naturally looked very attentive.

Brando shook his head, though, "I never needed a guide, but I want to ask what's going on in the forest?" ”

"There's nothing dangerous around the town, but if you go deep into the forest, you'll encounter wild beasts and possibly monsters." The middle-aged man replied, "In addition, the north side is the mining area, and if you go that way, you may encounter a patrol of the mining guard, and it will not be good if you are arrested as someone with bad intentions." ”

As if he was afraid that this young man would not know the height of the sky by virtue of his identity, he hurriedly added: "Although this is the territory of Toniger, the owner of the mining area is actually Lord Count Jean Denel." ”

Brando sighed.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the wine, the spicy taste coming from his tongue into his throat and then choking back into his nose. The young man almost coughed violently - Brando frowned, he was not a good drinker in the first place, and it seemed that it was not a wise thing to pretend to be like this now.

With great difficulty, he had made up his mind not to touch the thing in the slightest, and at the same time raised his head and asked, "In that case, why should I avoid those places?" ”

"Just don't go north," replied the innkeeper, "and if you don't go north, there will be no trouble." ”

"If you don't go north to the silver vein, how can you find that legendary open-pit silver mine?" Brando frowned in deliberate embarrassment.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and thought that he had really come for this.

(PS. Recently, there have been trolls of doomsday cult believers in the book review area.)