As he walked, Barrett finally found the swinging wooden sign hanging in the alley. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info those that under normal circumstances look round and old—the difference between the weathered of the years. This wooden plaque is clearly new: not only does the pattern on it look slightly rough, but even the raw edges on the surface are not completely cleaned, as if it is a temporary substitute for a makeshift production.

The wall facing the street under the wooden sign was pitted, and the stones in many places were of different colors, except for the mottled white spots of lime, and there were some signs of new repair. The two large wooden windows were also pitted, as if they had been gnawed by dog teeth. It seems that the shop has not been able to find anyone to make new window sashes for a while—who has let the craftsmen in the city now be occupied by the military!

Pushing the curtain open, Barrett felt as if he had kicked something—the tip of his shoe had scraped against the one-foot-high stone threshold in front of the door. Upon entering the tavern called "Sweet Wheat Porridge", Barrett subconsciously looked back, which was much higher than most enemies.

"Isn't this a prop designed to make it harder for those small people to escape? I didn't expect it to be here! I thought most of these things had been flattened by the wheels of history! Barrett, who had pulled the other leg in, muttered to himself subconsciously.

After just making observations, Barrett determined that the tavern was not low in the city, and that there was no need for such a high threshold to prevent rain. Barrett had seen a similar design during testing, when it was primarily intended to be used against small humans or half-grown children with unclean hands and feet.

Although for a noodle master, the existence of such a threshold does not actually have any effect. But for those average little guys, their biggest advantage is their small size. , relying on the fact that the light is not good when it is dark, you can steal things and slip away.

With this threshold, they have a lot of action when they go out, and they can't do it quickly. The drunks in the tavern, having gained experience, had no difficulty seizing the opportunity to catch the thief who was stolen through their money bags - one can imagine the embarrassment and embarrassment of the halflings when they were discovered when they crossed the threshold.

At the same time, there are also those customers who are consuming in the tavern who see this scene, subconsciously go to touch the money bag and find that it is gone, and then hurriedly get up to catch up. As long as this happens a few more times, the halflings who come here will be much more honest, and the imps will look for other suitable places to feed.

However, although the effect of this cheap item is good, it is not safe for everyone to use it safely. Because most of the Goldfingers have a chain of interests behind them - whether it is the thieves among them, the thieves' union hidden in the shadows, or the officials who provide the umbrella, they will not sit back and watch their money bags suffer.

If the tavern does not have a strong backstage, it will be killed by those connoisseurs who stab in the back by shady means. If there is no way to kill the chickens and monkeys in this kind of thing, the underground forces in this settlement will inevitably start a new round of reshuffle.

It was because of this that Barrett had a strange smile on his face: 'This badly named tavern doesn't look simple!' That's right, if they don't have anything to rely on, how can they make the money of those big soldiers? ’

The previous treatment of the Cruze Kingdom's army has always been in a state of great discrepancy between paper and reality. Don't expect any better military discipline from those guys in this case. In the past, those soldiers and ruffians were more skilled in extortion than dancing knives and swords, not to mention eating and giving money. Even now, with both funding and chance, they will not be able to transform in a short period of time. Therefore, those who can make money from them must have some backers in the army who can suppress them.

Although he had seized some information, Barrett realized that it had nothing to do with him. With a wave of his hand, the curtain was lifted once and for all—like most taverns of the era, the first floor of the shop doubled as a restaurant, and the second floor was a hotel.

Even though there was a lot of dust outside, it still didn't affect the owner to open the window. This makes the light in the lobby seem quite good, and occasionally a few wisps of spring breeze blow in from the window, taking away the smell of alcohol and the strong body smell of customers. There were quite a few people sitting on a few log tables, and judging by their attire, they were not the guards of the caravans or the guards who were resting in the city.

The bearded man at the round table called out to the counter in a loud voice, and from time to time he looked at the table with the glass in his hand, as if he was dissatisfied with the speed with which the wine was served. On another table is a yellow-bearded man with a scar on his left cheek.

Barrett took a closer look at the latter and saw that he seemed to be drinking alone without much interaction with the people next to him. Even today, in the city, the other party was wearing relatively close-fitting leather armor, and his weapon was not hung at his waist, but leaned diagonally on the table within reach—as if he would draw his sword at any moment.

Just as Barrett was about to take a closer look at the tavern guests, he heard the silver bell-like sound of the lute in his ears - the low-tension lamb's gut strings combined with the special resonance of the pear-shaped speakers created an incredibly rich and detailed sound that was truly fascinating.

Of course, to be able to do this, it is not only necessary to have a high-quality lute, but also to have a good player. Following that pleasant sound, Barrett's eyes appeared with a player who gave a delicate feeling.

The performer wears an ornate costume of silk and silver thread, tassels and silver buckles. On the chest hangs a beautiful ornament carved from ivory and jadeite. But when Barrett's gaze moved up, he saw only a bronze mask that was half crying and half smiling. At the same time, the thin sword at his waist seemed to have a unique streamer on it, which kept attracting Barrett's attention.

Barrett, who was inconvenient to speak directly, walked quickly to the counter and tossed the tavern owner a gold coin. The latter was a little old and couldn't catch it for a while. I had to bend down and rummage through the counter. Picking up the coin, he put it in his mouth with his somewhat shriveled hand and bit it, presumably to see how it was looking. Then he smiled at Barrett and asked, "This guest, do you need anything?" ”

"When did that gentleman come here? How much do I have to pay him if I want him to play a song? Barrett, who had bent down, asked in a low voice.

The thin old man behind the counter with a wrinkled smile shook his head: "That gentleman, our little shop can't be commanded." According to the military masters, that is a big man of the black lead rank. We've got to live and wait. He does whatever he likes, how can I manage it! ”

The reason why Barrett asked just now, in addition to the other party's clothes that didn't fit in with this tavern, was mainly aimed at this hidden head and tail image. After all, a great war between the Cruze Kingdom and the Lucia Kingdom is about to break out in the city, so any suspicious characters will attract Barrett's attention.

However, according to the owner of my tavern, the player in front of him, who does not show his true face, should have a close relationship with the local Cruze Kingdom defenders. Otherwise, he wouldn't have disclosed his strength so easily, and told the tavern what to pay attention to.

Looks like he's a member of the army! However, with his level, it shouldn't be difficult to use the civil lyre! Barrett shook his head suddenly, "The Cruze defenders in this city may not have that kind of strange thing, why do I want to do so much now?" ’

"Don't believe me, I've heard Captain Habishaw, who came here for a drink before, say that the Lord can use his harp to enhance their weapons to the level of magical items." The tavern keeper in front of him obviously misunderstood the reason why Barrett shook his head, and thought that he didn't believe his own statement. So when I left, I said new news to prove my opinion.

'Enhance the effect of weapons with the sound of the harp?' Isn't that an Arcane Duelist? This type of troubadour is indeed more common in the military. Thinking of this, Barrett nodded very naturally.

Arcane Duelist is a lineage that specializes in both weapons and spells, combining them into deadly attacks. They are able to wear thicker armor and ignore the cast failure rate - Bronze Arcane Duelists can even wear heavy armor at will, combining strength and magic to fight, giving Arcane Duelists additional combat enhancements.

In addition, Arcane Duelists with the Battle Horn ability are able to regain the fighting spirit of their allies through their performances, making them more morale-boosting than normal when fighting the effects of fear and despair.

The Bloodthirsty Blade allows an Arcane Duelist to enchant a weapon within 30 feet through a performance, which increases with the performer's level. In addition to a wide variety of enchantments in the later stage, you can even share them with your own companions.

Although it is different from those troubadours who desperately increase the influence of songs, this is indeed a battlefield troubadour heritage. It's just that he is biased towards personal combat power, and in a sense he can also be classified as a combat-oriented troubadour.

As if he felt that his news had been satisfied with his employer, the shopkeeper began to play for the gold coin in his hand: "I heard that the reason why the lord came to perform in the tavern was entirely out of his own preference. So listen to what you have and don't think too much. The adults of the black lead rank are not ordinary, and they won't have that amount of money. ”

—————— make up tomorrow——————

Coupled with the shooting of the soldiers, this series of arrows shot towards the green dragon in the mist like fine raindrops. In this rain of arrows, there was also a wave of dense arrow arrays, and the more than forty crossbows fired at the same time were definitely not small.

When the green dragon Kodman flew out of the range of the target curse, it was a mess! It was full of arrows, large and small. Although it didn't cause much serious damage, the holes in its wings also affected its agility in flight.

Just as the green dragon Cordman was about to jump over the wall of people in front of him and take revenge on the shooters hiding behind. A visceral and soulful fear spread throughout his body. This feeling had only been encountered before when he was younger, during his sea travels. That time it was hit by a hurricane, and it could be said that it was dead in the fight against the power of nature.

This ability to foresee danger has saved him more than once in his millennia of life. But since that disaster, it hasn't been so strong. At this time, although he didn't know what the reason was, he had already made up his mind not to stay in this dangerous place.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, the green dragon Kodman turned around and flew out of the city, in his opinion, whether it was a mission or anything else, it was far less important than his own life. It flailed its wings desperately, and at the same time activated its innate ability of the wind subspecies, which was to ride the wind. Flee to the north from this ominous place that he felt shiver in.

But not long after he flew out of Poitu on his front foot, he heard the heart-rending screams of the black dragon Crane. Judging from that voice, even if it wasn't for a short time, it was still a heavy blow that was difficult to recover from in a short period of time.

Because Kodman, who is flying in the air, is in such a plain and hilly area, he does not need to worry about obstacles in front of him. It hurried forward as usual, twisting its head to see what was going on behind it.

The original majestic black dragon Klein is now like a little girl who has fallen into the hands of a strong man. He immediately gave up flying in the air, and instead roamed around the city of Poitou. It is hoped that with various artificial structures, it will create a little obstacle for the light group chasing behind it.

The large swarm of locusts that roared at the call of the corresponding "blight swarm" seemed to be incinerated by the golden flames that burned outside before they could reach the inside of the light.

The sour mist breath was no better than the swarm. And when it is reflexively hand-to-hand, its usual proud claws cannot compete with the opponent's dry, realistic conceptual armament.

Soon, the dragon, which was older than the entire Duchy of Nohan, fell in the city of Poitou. The Vaal Knight, who had solved a major disaster, turned his attention to the green dragon Kodman, who had already left first, in the spirit of chasing the poor.

After the two of them chased and fled all the way, they finally saw the scene that Georgie and his group saw when they returned. (To be continued.) )