With a snort, the spear had been pulled out of the dirt by Sinloth and held it lightly in his hand. Removing the curse and revealing the black body of the spear, it no longer had the incomparably heavy weight it had before, and even Sinloth, who had only seven points of strength, could pull it out lightly.

Sinloth held the spear in one hand and weighed it twice. It's better to be lighter, but it's so light that you can barely feel its weight. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes saw it in his hands, it was really hard to imagine that such a large spear would only weigh so much.

The baron held the spear in one hand, waved it in his hand, and before he could react, the spear in his hand had already turned into a black pike and stabbed forward. Sinloth subconsciously took a step forward and stopped castration. By the time he finally came to his senses, the sharp tip of the spear had already sank into the dirt.

"Contractor, please be careful with this weapon, it will increase your strength."

The little baron was overjoyed, for a long time, this weak scum-like body had always been a sore spot in his heart. Although the ball of light occasionally helps him to increase a little, it is always a drop in the bucket - the baron also tried to exercise, but the effect is that the ball of light said that this weapon can increase his strength, and he immediately fell in love with it. The baron stroked the body of the gun, not knowing if it was his illusion, and in a trance, he could feel a cold and powerful force, slowly flowing in the body of the gun.

The little baron who knew a little about magic knew very well that it was actually the power of magic. But people's hearts are so strange, they hate the demons, and the witches have been hunted for thousands of years for this; They were equally hostile to magical weapons, but they could be accepted with a new name, such as the one that the ancient knight had left behind and that contained his unyielding will and regret of his untimely death.

However, the little baron, who was in a good mood, was no longer going to investigate the difference.

"Congratulations, this child is yours now, young baron, please treat it well, there is no reason to stay. Let's go find Solar, we're too late than agreed. ”

Seeing Cynroth curiously playing with the spear in his hand, the Onion Knight also breathed a sigh of relief. Although from his point of view, the baron in front of him had scattered eyes, loose muscles, loose steps, and slow reactions, and there was nothing decent about his movements. Such a person, no matter what his anger cultivation is, cannot be an excellent martial artist. But since it's the child's own choice, let it go.

After the onion knight sent his blessing to the lord, he greeted his daughter who was glaring at each other with Arian Hurd, and prepared to turn and leave. As he said, he had been delaying for too long.

Lina, the onion girl, withdrew her gaze and followed behind her father, ready to leave. But at this moment, Sinloth stretched out his hand and stopped the father and daughter.

"What do you mean, Lord Baron?"

"No, no, no." The little baron also knew that the other party might have misunderstood, so he hurriedly explained: "Wanderers always need a place to stay. I wonder if this gentleman would like to be my knight of Desmond? ”

Is it actually a solicitation?

Of course, it was recruited, although the attributes of the Onion Knight were not as good as those of Arian Heard, but monsters like Arian Heard and Bismal Ke might not be able to find a few in the entire empire. The three attributes of the onion knight have reached the terrifying sixteenth, and he is a sunshine knight, which is definitely worth wooing.

It's just that I don't know if he will accept it.

The Onion Knight took a deep look, the onion helmet was too eye-catching for Cynroth to judge his mood. In the end, the Onion Knight just shook his head.

"The Baron of Desmond? I see, still so young, after ten years, I will have to call you Lord Earl. Thank you very much for your kindness, although working under an earl is also a good choice. But alas, my heart is not in this place. The empire is too big to go to every corner of the empire even in a lifetime. Still, I'd like to go to more places, see more sights, and hear more sounds I'm sorry, young adult. ”

As expected, it was rejected.

Sinloth chuckled and held out his hand: "You are always welcome in Desmond, and it is a pleasure to meet you as an upright knight, Baron Desmond, the head of the Van Drape family, Sinlos Van Djo." ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Davos Inbass, knight from the Ash Lake."

The slender and stout hands shook lightly. The onion knight didn't say much and turned away. And this time, Sinloth didn't continue to stop it. It wasn't until the Onion Knight, father and daughter, were about to disappear into the crowd that the baron seemed to remember something. He untied his purse from his waist and threw it forward gently. Under the influence of kinetic energy control, the small money bag shot forward like a cannonball.

The Onion Knight was aware of this, but he didn't turn around. Lina's reaction was obviously a beat slower. It wasn't until the money bag was about to hit her that the general turned around, and his left hand quickly reached out and took the money bag.

Lena looked up and saw only the baron's back, and the arm waving his back to her.

Lena was a little at a loss, and at this moment, the onion knight took the money bag, and through the money bag, gently twisted the unique golden eagle on the imperial gold coin, and whispered: "Since it is the kindness of the adult, then accept it." It's really interesting Baron Lena, although you have worked hard, but the acquired effort does not fill the innate deficiency - you are not suitable for the knight's path. Those witches are very reasonable, there are thousands of ways to become strong, and my path may not be correct. You might be able to try some magic."

"Say no more, Father, please respect my decision."

"If you insist. Forget it, then let's set off for Rumi. That guy from Solal must have been waiting to jump his feet, hahahaha."

"Excuse me, are there any spare rooms here?"

In the dim and noisy tavern, it suddenly fell silent. The tavernkeeper, who was drinking with his head down, slowly looked up and saw an unusually young and handsome aristocratic young man, and his gentle inquiry. On the side of the nobleman, there are also two cute little angels, as well as four fully armed knights. It's just very strange that the nobleman actually carried a black spear on his back. Such a flamboyant and sinister weapon, combined with the slender body of the noble, always has a strong sense of disobedience.

Aristocrats who know martial arts are really rare.

It was the first time that a nobleman could speak so gently to a tavern owner among the generally arrogant aristocrats. The tax collectors, the patrolling guards, never gave him much of a good look. The tavern owner swallowed, grabbed the dirty towel from the side with his greasy and fat hands, and wiped the bar table diligently.

"Yes, of course," the tavern keeper nodded hurriedly, and the boss agreed, glancing at the bartender, who immediately understood. Seeing the bartender walking backwards with a few thugs in the tavern, the tavern owner turned his head in satisfaction and smiled at the baron, "This lord, how could he think of coming here to old Peggy." A place like Old Peggy shouldn't be for someone as honorable as you. ”

Such a noble lord, if he serves well, there is no reward. But once you make these uncles unhappy, it's not like those damn drunken guards, you can just smash it. It's strange that these proud fellows are willing to come to a little tavern like him.

"Do your thing, ask so much what to do." It was not the baron, who seemed to be very talkative, who answered him, but a blonde female knight behind him. The knightess clearly lacked affection for the tavernkeeper, and her tone seemed cold and hard—perhaps because of the smug smile of a certain baron.

The tavern owner didn't dare to refute, just bent down and apologized: "What you said, what you said." ”

"Okay, Arian Hurd, don't be embarrassed by other people's bosses, you must be willing to lose the bet." The baron smiled happily, his eyes smiling like crescents, "Okay, if I can find a room, you can give me a gold coin." ”

Sinloth and his party really underestimated the prosperity of Dublin. Under the Countess's rule, Dublin was thriving, not at all affected by the Normans' raids, and commerce was unusually prosperous. And the price of developed business and lack of systematic planning is that hotels are particularly tight. Sinloth visited almost all the hotels and didn't find a single room.

Madame Butterfly can't be blamed for this, after all, the limitations of the times are there. Urban planning is too advanced for her.

This is the above bet between Arian Heard and the baron, the female knight was not wrong, but what she didn't expect was that Sinloth was willing to put down his body and come to this dirty and simple tavern that did not conform to the aesthetics of the aristocracy at all.

So, she lost, and there was nothing to say about the loss.

"Hmph."

Arian Hurd snorted coldly, but stopped talking. The female knight untied her purse from her waist and threw it into Sinloth's arms with a grim face. The baron grabbed the purse and slid it lightly, and there was a crisp sound as silver coins collided with each other.

This small bag of silver coins cannot be exchanged for a gold coin.

At the moment, the baron couldn't laugh anymore. Desmond was short of money, but that was for an earldom. If it were just for Sinloth personally, he would still be able to easily come up with one or two thousand gold coins - any more, and Claes would have bitten. He didn't care about the silver coins in his hand, he just wanted to joke with the female knight who had been keeping a straight face, but he didn't expect her to take it seriously.

It's not terrible, it's scary, judging from this money bag, Arian Hurd doesn't even have a single gold coin on him, which is terrible. Even if she had acquired her own estate, Desmond's situation, whether it was a knight's armament or a horse, was quite expensive to maintain. In fact, it can be said that Arian Hurd has been struggling with his savings during these days.

Knights of Desmond, that's pretty much the case. It's just that everyone is very silent tacitly, and no one has ever mentioned it to the baron. And the baron, until this moment, did not really know.

Sinlos looked at the riding spear that the female knight had been carrying, and his eyes flickered, and he already had an idea.

"If you owe me a gold coin, you can't do it without collateral." Sinloth looked at the riding spear behind the female knight and smiled: "Just use this as collateral, what do you think, Arian Hurd?" ”

Boom!

The tavern owner looked at the ancient and heavy riding spear at his feet, and helplessly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a dirty towel.

Xinluos's move just now obviously led the female knight's thinking to a very bad place - the weapon is the knight's second life, how can it be handed over lightly, even if it is his own feudal lord. The female knight felt that she had seen through the evil intentions of the lord. But she didn't beat her own nobleman to the point like before, but just used this method to vent her dissatisfaction.

As if he didn't see the female knight's iron-blue face, Xinlos pulled out his riding spear with great difficulty, and put the spear on his back into the female knight's hand. The female knight looked surprised, obviously unable to accept the current development.

"Well, a knight can't do without a weapon. Then I'll lend you this gun first, and when I pay back the money, remember to give it back to me. ”

Unlike other weapons, the cavalry gun is inherently a disposable weapon. The knight held his spear high, manipulated the war horse under his crotch, and rushed towards the other party. It sounds romantic, but how powerful is the impact of a horse? In order to get the maximum impact, how much impact do you have to face if you hold the arm of the rifle?

Although some masters who are good at riding spears can use the vibration of the guò wrist to remove a large part of the momentum. However, the mainstream practice is to use relatively fragile wood when making the riding spear, so that the riding spear will be directly broken at the moment of impact, so as to protect the knight's hand from impact.

Arian Hurd is certainly a master of martial arts, but her riding spear has not been replaced for too long. Armor can be easily maintained to maintain its defenses, but not with a rifle.

"Thank you." It was only after a long hour that Arian Hurd lowered his eyes and took the spear amid the snickering of his men behind him

Solving the matter of Arian Hurd, Sinloth sat down at the bar, patted his empty stomach, and finally began to order. He picked Nanoka up and placed it on his lap and asked, "Nanoka, what would you like to eat?" ”

Compared with Ellie, Nanoka's child is more distressing. This little guy who is always full of vitality always doesn't know how to cherish himself.

"Hmm" The girl, who had been staring at Shandi's gun in a daze since just now, came back to her senses after her father called several times in a row. The holy green eyes blinked, as if awakened from a dream. She looked blankly at the smoky tavern in front of her, and asked her father for a long time, "Hey? Dad, how did we get to the tavern? ”

Dead girl, were you sleepwalking just now!

Sinlos reached out and pinched her little nose and asked again, "Nanorka, what do you want to eat?" ”

Despite this question, Sinlos also knew in his heart that it was a surprise to have rooms in such a humble tavern, and as for the dinner it provided, there was no need to look forward to how delicious it would be.

"Oh, dinner, it's nice to keep it simple, Nanoka wants two pieces of jewel meat, and some puffer whales, and it would be great if there was another bowl of century soup."

The tavernkeeper had more cold sweat on his head, and he understood every word the little red-haired girl said, but when it was put together, why didn't he understand it at all? Sure enough, those greedy aristocrats, and their low-level pariahs, do not live in the same world at all.

Xinluos's face was blank, and he suddenly felt very stupid, really stupid. Nanorka, the little fool, obviously forgot about it again, this is not in Belica. The things she had just said, let alone the tavern owner, had not even been heard of by him, a modern person living in the age of information explosion.

I'm sorry, daughter, I can't even give you what you want to eat.

"Just give us some bread and water, thanks." After all, it's good to be simple when you're away from home. Nanoka and Ellie are not girls who can't endure hardship. Those knights often come and go in the wind and rain, how can they care about this.

"Okay, please wait a minute"

At this time, Ellie was not happy. The little girl blinked her starry eyes and looked at her father pitifully: "Dad, Ellie wants to eat meat, Aunt Jenny's Cthun roast chicken last time was really delicious~"

Ellie, your tastes are really strange

The baron suddenly felt that if he blindly followed the wishes of his children, would he raise his daughter particularly willfully. So the loving father endured the great grief in his heart and rejected the poor eldest daughter: "If you eat meat alone, you will not grow tall." ”

Hurry up and give me the Kthun Grilled Chicken Forget Jì!

"Woo, dad bullies."

Just as the father and daughter were joking with each other, a few discordant sounds suddenly came from the backyard of the tavern, erasing all of Cinnos's happy good mood.

"You can't do this to me, I've paid for it! Is it because we are Hebrews? ”

"Woo, don't throw it, my salute"

"Who cares about you! If the aristocratic lord wants to live in, those who know each other should hurry up and get out, and they have to force us to do it! Wait, if the noble lord gets angry, he won't be as easy to talk as we are now! Do you want to go to the gallows to cool off? ”

From the backyard came the angry roar of a man and the mournful scream of a young girl. Sinloth frowned and glanced at the tavernkeeper who was constantly sneering. However, he didn't say anything.

"See, Contractor? The weak are destined to be devoured by the strong. The blood, tears and cries of the weak will be the best accompaniment to the strong. Their present may also be your future. ”

"Yes, I saw it, but, this will definitely not be my future."