The gray sky was drizzling, and the soil under his feet was yellowing and becoming delicate and soft under the erosion of the rain, and then I looked back at the castle, and the stone minarets that were not tall or low stood in the air, surrounded by mossy stones and walls, slightly dilapidated iron gates, and a few soldiers in new armor and tattered shoes who could hide from the rain on both sides.

As a baron, he should indeed have such a hand, even if his territory is poor.

"If you don't want to catch a cold, I suggest we get to the church as soon as possible. Peel's gaze wandered over Lance, looking at his emaciated appearance.

It's spring, and the weather is slightly cool.

"Mistress Peel, is there a place to sell food in Lear?"

"Although the land in our town of Lear is not fertile enough, it is also the domain of Lord Baron, but you don't look like a person who can afford to pay the bills, and Lord Lear didn't let me take charge of your food. Peel said as he looked at Lance, who was not worth half a dollar.

Lance lifted the gray hair that was wet by the rain and blocked in front of him, the wrinkle between his eyebrows loosened slightly, and said, "I didn't have it before, but I had it just now, and I bother Lord Peel to lead the way, is it okay?"

Lille is indeed a frontier town, but it is not really a small town, the roads without stone bricks are full of mud, the houses of different heights on both sides are moldy, and everyone who walks on the street seems to lack some vitality, it is only larger than the village of Sit.

Peel led Lance to a nearby tall house, where a sleek wooden sign hung from the roof and inscribed with crooked human characters: Tavern.

Pushing open the crumbling wooden door, Lance's nose twitched slightly, this was the smell of wine, the half-finished kind.

A few rotten tables, dust had accumulated on them for an unknown amount of time, and the crunching sound of feet on the wooden planks was particularly harsh.

At the counter sat a man in a gray fur sweater, carrying a rusty sword, drinking the yellow, cloudy liquid from the wooden cup while looking at the thin notebook in his hand.

Except for the boss who sat at the counter and wiped the glass boringly, he was the only customer here.

"Peel, what's the matter, you have private money again?" the boss carefully put down the glass in his hand, and his fluttering eyes wandered over Lance twice.

"If there were, I would have been here a long time ago. As he spoke, he glanced at Lance.

"Also, I don't seem to see you here for half a month. ”

"Boss, what food do you have for sale here. Lance leaned in and asked.

Looking at Lance's unfamiliar face, the boss's face gradually stiffened, and he said, "Can you afford it?" ”

Lance pulled the coin out of his pocket and moved it to the boss, "Is this enough?"

The boss's eyelids twitched slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bulged a little, "It's almost right." Just as his hand touched the coin, Lance's hand rested on it, "I'm hungry now." ”

Putting away his calloused hands, the boss glanced at Lance and turned to leave.

When he came up, there was a plate of neatly cut black bread slices in front of Lance, and his eyes kept staring at Lance's hand covering the money, "Pay the bill." ”

"That's all?"

"That's all, what, I'm done, you don't want to pay the bill?" said the boss, placing the glass under the counter, some old faces in front of Lance's eyes.

Lance turned to look at Peel, who didn't seem to want to deal with it, "Okay." He let go of his hand, and the boss picked up the coin and put it in his pocket as a matter of course, as if his hand was stuck in it and couldn't reach out.

"Mistress Peel, I have bothered you to lead the way, please allow me to give you back. He pointed to the plate of black bread with an open finger.

"Okay. Peel was not at all polite and picked up a slice of black bread.

A dry and cold feeling rose in his chewing, and Lance suddenly exclaimed in a loud voice: "Lil Town is worthy of the Baron's territory, it is worth a thousand gold, a plate of black bread costs a dollar, and I also want to invite Lord Peel to drink some wine, so it seems that I am afraid it can't." ”

Peel paused slightly, glanced at Lance, coughed twice, and said to the boss, "News, I remember that a plate of black bread is only worth two loins." ”

"Peele!" Boss News' voice rose a little.

"Is that so, Mistress Peel?" said Lance, looking surprised.

"yes, why don't we let Boss News take a look at the menu. ”

Neus's face grew ugly, and his fingers rubbed against the coin, the smooth feeling fascinated him, and it was impossible for him to hand it over again.

The gray-fur sweater man on the side shook the wooden cup in his hand and looked at Boss News, as if he was also waiting for his response.

"I .........."

"Did Boss Neus do this because he saw my one dollar as a lobe?" Lance interjected.

"Yes, yes, yes, you see I'm getting older, my eyes aren't as good as they used to be, and I always misread other people's things........" The muscles on Neus's face tugged and made an awkward smile.

Peel looked at Lance, the weirdness in his eyes was not a little bit, this Lance gave him a feeling that he couldn't fathom.

The gray-fur sweater man continued to finish his drink, staring at the notebook in his hand very attentively.

"How many glasses of wine can I buy with the rest of the money?" asked Lance.

"Uh....... About eighteen cups. "Boss Neus won't talk nonsense now.

"Then I'll ask Mistress Peel for four glasses of wine, and the rest of the people will have one for each but me. ”

"Then thank you, little brother Lance. Pierre thanked him, and then continued, "Mine, Neus, owe it first, and don't forget." ”

The gray-furried man also nodded to Lance in a friendly manner, only Neus was uncomfortable here, and now he could earn a little.

"By the way, boss, do you have anything sweet here?"

"Yes!"