"Do you feel anything?" asked the maid, looking out the window.

She turned her head and looked at Cervantes, "How do you feel when you see a group of people who are constantly struggling on the edge of life and death, good and evil?"

"They're just not strong enough!" the black dragon snorted.

"You......"

Poked the black dragon's cheek with her index finger, and the maid sighed helplessly.

Cervantes thought for a moment and reluctantly concluded: "In the end, we still have too little time, and if we had more time to prepare, we wouldn't be in a hurry at this time." But you don't have to pay too much attention to it, after all, you've only been in charge of the Sad Wind Leader for less than a year, and now you've done a good job, even if someone else has your knowledge, they may not be able to do better than you. ”

Hearing his words, the maid smiled and asked, "Am I so good?"

"Of course!"

The maid was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red in the face of Cervantes' directness.

Cervantes kicked under the chair, and his voice was low, "What nonsense are you talking about......"

"I'm serious!"

"I know you're serious!" the maid wrenched her index fingers, "but it's embarrassing to say that......"

"Is there one?" the black dragon tilted his head and shook his head, "No!"

The maid stiffened, and then the carriage stopped, and she glared at Cervantes, and said angrily, "Get off!"

Then she got out of the carriage in a rage, and the bewildered black dragon followed her, scratching his head.

Is it 'shy'?

Cervantes thought about it, no!

It's an old inn with mottled signs and walls, its doors wide open, and the people inside.

Since they had come to inspect the camps, the maid decided to simply inspect the territories along the road, so instead of borrowing the mansions of the local nobles, they ran out and found an inn to live in.

This is a small town called 'Vico', which makes money on 'drinks' and 'furs', and is a supply point on a trade route leading to Wende City, and the local nobles make quite a lot of money, and they are very rich.

Because this town is related to the 'wine business', dwarves can be seen everywhere, who made the old duke the one who survived the war more than 800 years ago?

Among them, the number of dwarves is the largest, and the elves are the least.

In the Sorrowful Wind Territory, there are basically no elves to be seen, or in the entire continent, elves are very rare.

As a short-lived species, human beings are always good at 'forgetting', hundreds of years have passed, people have long forgotten the original tragedy and unity, blinded by interests, and polluted by desires, people have formed one after another 'slave hunting teams', catching slaves everywhere.

The elves once had a great civilization, but it is long gone, and now it is the human rule 'Slo Mendes'.

The self-proclaimed 'Lord of the Continent' is no longer satisfied with the existing life, but has extended the demon hand of greed to other races.

Elven slaves are not uncommon in the families of the great nobles, but 'they' or 'they' are generally hidden by those nobles, otherwise if those 'wooden heads' know about it, it is likely to cause a war.

In a traditional aristocratic family, it is not surprising that there is an 'ancestral elf', but this is not in the Sad Wind Realm, otherwise the elf figure would not appear here.

When the maid and Cervantes stepped into the door, there was a sudden silence around them, and then the inn became noisy again.

Cervantes was tall, but he looked cheap in his clothes, he was thin, and he didn't carry any weapons, so no one thought he was a threat.

As for Serena, she was dressed in a maid's outfit, not wearing a traditional mage robe or cloak, and more importantly, not carrying a 'spell book', so those who observed them were immediately relieved.

"Boss, do you still have a room?"

The maid's voice was not crisp, and it became hoarse over time, but it also became more 'feminine'.

Because of her voice, she has also attracted a lot of attention.

The innkeeper looked at the two of them and nodded, "There are two more." ”

"Then give us one. The maid took out a silver coin, "Give us two lunches." ”

"Three days. The boss picked up the silver coin between his two fingers.

Three days?

The maid waved her hand indifferently and found an empty table to sit down.

Most inns are combined with taverns, but there are very few inns like this.

Several people on the side looked at each other, nodded, and one got up and walked to the table where the black dragon and the maid were sitting.

"Azua's ...... past"

"It's ...... them again"

"Who keeps them informed?"

The whispers around him were all in Cervantes' ears, and he tilted his head to the 'Azuya' and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"I wonder why you two are here?"

'Azuya' smiled and said, "Ah, you don't have to answer, I just want to say, is there anything you need to know?"

"Huh, so direct?" Cervantes raised an eyebrow, while the maid sat quietly watching Cervantes' performance.

Hearing this, 'Azua' grinned and sat down across from Cervantes, his hands propped on the table, leaning forward slightly.

"It's a town that's not big, it's not too small, and it's a delicate location to be able to find people 'here,'" he tapped his index finger on the wooden table, signaling the inn, "except when the other inns and taverns are full and can't find a place to stay, only people like you will come here!"

"'People like us'?" the black dragon narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice, "What do you say?"

Azuya smiled and held up two fingers, "Two people," he pointed to the counter, "Isn't that obvious enough?"

Cervantes rubbed his chin, "Kind of interesting...... What else?"

Azuya was stunned for a moment, and withdrew the hand that was about to be stretched out, "Finally, you were so calm just now, it was as if you had expected us to come and contact you...... It doesn't have to be us, but you think someone is going to reach out to you. Only the 'veteran' will have this kind of confidence, and the newcomer will be a little nervous no matter what. ”

"So what?"

Suddenly, a silver coin appeared in Cervantes' hand, and the silver coin jumped nimbly on his fingertips, attracting Azua's attention.

Seeing the silver coin turn into a vivid silver snake between the fingers of the person opposite, Azuya swallowed and said, "Experienced adventurers who have never been here, mercenaries who have accepted missions, or 'secret agents', this is what I can imagine, but it doesn't matter, does it?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter!"

Cervantes flipped his palm, and the silver coin was covered on the table by him, and he smiled: "We need some news, tell me first?"

"Uh......" Azuya hesitated.

What does he mean by that? Do you want to make yourself guess about his profession?

Then, with a faint smile on his face, Cervantes raised his two fingers slightly, allowing Azua, who was sitting opposite, to see a touch of 'yellow'.

Azuya's body trembled, she sat upright, cleared her throat, and said, "Ahem, sir, what do you want to ask? ”

Cervantes turned his head to look at the maid, and Azuaya looked over as well, and then he saw the maid make a gesture—

Azua's eyes widened and she nearly fell off her chair.

"Your lunch!"

At this time, the innkeeper put two white breads and two potato soups in front of the black dragon and the maid, glanced at Azoa, and then turned to leave.

Azuya gasped and broke out in a cold sweat.

“...... What do you mean?" he turned pale with fright.

"You just have to tell us...... Cervantes took a bite of bread and said in a muffled voice, "It's not your business." ”

Azuya was silent.

He knew what that gesture was.

That's why he was frightened, he felt scared, and he asked that sentence rudely......

That gesture symbolizes 'Dragon Worship'!