The night fell again. Before dusk passed, the Wonder found a hotel. Pasta and Xue were lucky enough to find a place to stay in time instead of camping outside. The hotel is built not far from the main road, and there is no shop in front of the village, but it only provides a place for travelers to rest. There was no wine, no wine girl, no messy guests, only travelers and merchants eating quietly in the hall. Some people bring their own stuff to fill their stomachs, but others order dinner at the hotel, and it's a matter of opinion as to which option is better.

The yellow, cloudy light of the fire illuminated the inn and fell on everyone's faces. Whether it is a traveler or a merchant, or a down-and-out adventurer, they all have a tired look on their faces.

Even in this dreary hall, there is a bit of an active sound. Xue Yan found a place in the middle, pulled a stool, sat down, and gently stroked his harp, bringing some serene timbre to the hotel. Xue Yan thinks he is a smart man, and he knows exactly what to do and when. For the guests of this inn, what is needed now is not loud music, but sound that can soothe fatigue.

It's not an amazing performance, but it's enough to make people brow sooth, to take a few more looks, but lose interest—Xue Yan is not ugly in appearance as a bard, but he is not a type to admire. At a round table in the corner, two children and one adult sat up. Pasta sat in the outward-facing position, and on his inside sat Julius of Lulunaka. As the only adult, he was able to shield his two children with his body, and if something happened - the occasional brawl or worse in a hotel or tavern - he could protect it in time. This is the opinion of Xue Yan and others, as for what these three people really think, no one knows.

Lulunaka's smile was so prominent in the dim space that anyone who noticed it couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at the smiling girl. The old and young men beside her don't have such good faces. Julius was gobbling it up, and Pasta had a wooden mug with cloudy beer in it. For Pasta, the beer has a very pungent smell and is bitter to the throat. But for Pasta, as long as the wine is not oozing urine, it can be drunk. He hadn't had a beer in a long time. Not because there was no alcohol to drink in the north, but because in the eastern part of the Forest of the Dead, on that remote promontory where there were few grasses, let alone beer, there was not even a decent drink. Pasta is not an alcoholic, but when he can, he doesn't give up.

And drinking some alcohol can always release some of the stress on weekdays. In the circus, who is the most stressed, the clown who wears a mask and amuses others with his ugliness. Now Pasta feels like a clown, wearing a mask to please others.

No, he didn't please others, and the only audience he needed to satisfy was Lulunaka.

"You don't look like you're in a good mood, Mr. Edgar. Lulunaka laughed. At the table where the three of them were sitting, no one could hear their conversation as long as it was not loud. "If you have any worries, let me help you with your worries? I still care about my employees. ”

"No, I don't have any worries. "The only problem is that when someone calls me Pasta or uncle, I occasionally can't react. ”

Luluna Kahaha laughed, "Isn't that a fun experience? ”

"Is there any kindness in your words?"

"Of course it's my kindness, uncle. ”

"This kindness tastes like poison. Pasta gulped down his beer.

Julius didn't join in the conversation, he was still dealing with his share of dinner. Mixed vegetable soup, two large potatoes, which made him almost unable to swallow and choked several times. Lulunaka would occasionally reach out and pat him on the neck so that he could swallow something. Of course, Lulunaka wasn't well-intentioned, and Julius wouldn't thank her much. Ward couldn't get into the hotel, he didn't know where he was going now, and Lulunaka never worried about what her dog was going to do, it would come back anyway.

While Pasta was talking to Lulunaka, Xue Yan, who was playing, looked over to him, and Lulunaka happened to be eye-catching him. Lulunaka grinned at him, and Xue returned a polite smile. When Xue Yan turned his head away and continued to concentrate on his own performance, Lulunaka said to Pasta, "Do you think he can hear our conversation?"

"I love the calm sound. Pasta just replied.

"Why are you avoiding my question?" Lulunaka continued, "Is this something that can't be said, or are you worried that he can actually hear our conversation and become suspicious of us?"

"If I was worried that he would hear, I wouldn't be here talking to you like this. "Or rather, I won't let him come near in the first place." But you were so happy to have him get close to us. ”

"Why beware of a bard, who gives us a lot of fun...... Of course, there are some interesting things. It's been a long time since I've been out, and it's time to hear what the world has become. ”

"I don't think letting in an eagle will tell you anything—and an eagle with an owner. ”

Hearing this, Lulunaka burst out laughing, her laughter was soft, but to the ears of Pasta and Julius, it sounded like a malicious mockery. "An eagle, I don't think so, just a small bird, and an aimless bird. ”

"I don't know where he's a spy, an eyeliner, or an agent. Pasta continued, "Crescent Empire, Castle of Kings, North, Republic of Ves, Holy See...... It's possible anywhere, and it's not surprising that even a double- or three-faced agent is possible. Bards have always been very good disguises. ”

Julius still had something in his mouth, but his eyes were already beating, and he was on the side, but he could hear it clearly. Although it can be seen from the attitudes of Lulunaka and Pasta that this set of almost bards Xue is a suspicious person, he did not expect that a bard would hide so many secrets.

"But also the most ordinary disguise. "There are two ways to do this, cast a long line to catch big fish, and cast a wide net to catch more fish...... The Bard is the latter. As for the long line, it's more complicated, it's a royal game......" Lulunaka's ten fingers were intertwined, placed under her chin, and squinted at Xue Yan. "It's so boring to talk about, so boring that it makes people fight, so don't talk about it. ”

"Maybe we can talk about why bards came to us. Pasta said, "The merchant's license document......

"No one can tell it's fake, I can guarantee that, even though it's a fake. Lulunaka said, "You should have a little more faith in my forgery skills, have you forgotten how I deleted your contract of sale?"

It's not a good memory for Pasta. But Lulunaka's words he really couldn't refute. Since she can even modify the contract with magical powers at will, it is indeed not difficult for her to forge a permission document. Pasta had seen her in the middle of the caravans that had accompanied her at night, and God knows what she had done.

"Anyway, this little bird definitely didn't set his eyes on us because I forged official documents, that's too much fuss, and that's not how birds are used. Lulunaka continued to look at Xue Yan, the smile on her face undiminished, "Guess what this little bird has planned, it can be regarded as fun along the way." ”