A young boy in a gray cloak followed a merchant in a robe behind two frolicking streets full of pedestrians.

They entered a lively "cafeteria-style" restaurant.

In this era, civilian inns often doubled as taverns or restaurants downstairs, and were used to squeeze every copper plate out of the traveler's wallet—and there was nothing wrong with that.

Long or round tables, like a bunch of unfolded bricks, are distributed in the open space beyond the figure-eight staircase and the counter.

Most of the people who come here are the "working class" and the "people" who are crawling around at the bottom of society; dock laborers, coachmen, small traders, bathhouse rubbers, oil sellers, vegetable sellers, weavers, pedicures, shavers, tailors, band drummers, actors, low-level government officials, sugar sellers, liars, gangsters, and the tables and chairs in the restaurant are like a piece of bread crumbs crawling with ants, densely packed with disheveled, sweaty and shirtless diners.

A bad masculine smell, carrying the strong body odor of not taking a bath for a long time, and even the smell of feces coming to the face like waves.

Suddenly made Lao Chen feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's like sitting on a long-distance minibus full of fox-smelling passengers and closing all the glass windows, and I feel sick and want to vomit.

It's not that Chen Xuyuan is hypocritical, even if he sits on the sand, gravel and mud in the wilderness, or eats rough dry food at the roots of a tree, he can be as happy or calm as he looks.

But this "artificial" harsh environment really made him unable to whet his appetite.

Lao Chen glanced at Hawthorn, who had been slightly cleaned by him with a spell, and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and quickened his pace and walked upstairs to the restaurant.

Stepping up the wooden staircase on the second floor, you turn into the narrow and old east hallway of the hotel.

The putty on the walls of this corridor already has a lot of dry grease stains that are difficult to wash off, and lines and scratches caused by sharp objects.

Tuk Tuk ......

After knocking on the door.

He listened to the footsteps of someone behind the door.

guessed that in the hotel room, it should be the female disciple Higrid who came out to open the door.

At this time, a guy who had just finished tidying up the guest room, wearing a white linen open-collared sweatshirt with half of his sleeves rolled up, carefully carried a tray of wooden wine utensils to the two guests, and tried to pass sideways through the narrow corridor from the left rear of Master Chen, who was dressed as a merchant.

"Excuse me, bring me a 3 ripe black pepper steak. Give this child a nutritious and easy-to-digest children's package ~ and send it to the room. Lao Chen glanced at him, called out to him before entering the room, and casually popped out a silver coin to the passing little guy.

The man with quick hands and feet skillfully followed the silver trajectory and caught it with his hand.

"Okay~this boss~~~! ”

The young man with brown hair who ran an errand tossed a coin in joy and trotted briskly downstairs to get food for his guests.

Because a teenager can only use some cereal porridge, sausage slices, half a loaf of bread and a little vegetable salad at most, and it doesn't take much to add a steak.

The purchasing power of a silver coin is equivalent to fifty or sixty yuan, and in this era when there is no overinflation and food prices are relatively stable, ordering two [takeaways] will naturally have a lot of leftover copper as a tip.

Click.

The door of the guest room with the number [233] graffiti painted in front of him opens.

Hawthorn followed the robed wizard into the third room on the east side of the spacious and bright inn.

On the inside of the hallway in the room is a spacious living room of seven or eight square meters, with two rows of sofas and several tables and chairs.

That's the place.

Suddenly, the heads of several young men and women poked out, and they looked curiously at the little boy Hawthorn, who had been following cautiously behind.

The little boy looked to be about eleven years old, and wore this tan with long sleeves and shoulders under his cloak.

The complexion that has not seen the light of day all year round is extremely pale, with small chestnut curly hair, light blue pupils, and a small amount of faint freckles and acne scars that are common at this age.

His face was like a red Fuji apple, but his eyes were full of wildness and a hint of ferocity, and he bared his teeth slightly, and a fierce roar came out of his throat.

Just under the attentive gaze of many strangers.

Hawthorne, who rarely saw outsiders, was finally defeated, and his face gradually appeared a capillary congestion - the little boy blushed with a "bang", as if he felt the heat coming out of his face, and immediately hid behind the wizard, blocking most of everyone's sight with his tall and broad robe, like a young lion cub who had not yet been tamed.

What a cute and lively little boy, Patyusha and Sigri's maternal aura suddenly fluffed up, not to mention...... Patyusha is now pregnant, and it is the time when the high secretion of estrogen affects her emotional impulses.

"Wow~~~ What a cute little boy. Teacher/Master Chen, where did you get that???" Patyusha and Higri asked in unison.

Lao Chen smiled slightly, entered the room, took off his coat and hung it at the door, and said casually: "His name is Hawthorn, and he will follow us temporarily." Let's not talk about that, you shouldn't have revealed your identity these days, right?"

Eddie immediately vomited bitterness: "Of course not!~~~ It's just that we're getting moldy in this room~~~!! and we fled all the way, and we were almost killed by those killers in Sarn City." Then, on the way, he helped the stupid baron defend the territory. Alas~~ I finally arrived at a prosperous port, but I couldn't go out to play because I was wanted. Master Bruno, did you say yes~~~?"

He just opened his mouth to reprimand his disciple for being open-mouthed, because the mixed brick and wood structure of this hotel had poor sound insulation.

But Chen Xuyuan immediately sensed that Bruno had used the spell to silently unfold the [Soundproof Enchantment] in time to prevent the sensitive words in their conversation from reaching the next room.

I had to shake my head helplessly at Eddie, a stinky boy.

Master Bruno, who was lying in an old rocking chair with almost completely peeled paint, took off his monolithic copper-rimmed glasses, put the thick-skinned cover ancient book in his hand back into his space bag, and said indifferently with a smile: "Who told you not to learn your teacher's [Transfiguration]? As a disciple of a 7th-order high wizard, but he didn't even learn the most practical camouflage spells, can you blame others? If you have time, it's better to read more books, wow, there is a golden house in the book, and there are many cars and horses in the book." If a boy follows his life's aspirations, Qianfa Qin reads to the window. ”

Eddie sighed and laughed: "Hey~~~ Master, you are really lying down and talking, and your legs don't hurt! I used to study hard, but when I read a book, my head was swollen and drowsy. Even if you die, you can't learn a second-order spell! Moreover, every spell can only succeed through long-term study and experimentation? It will take a lot of energy and money! Not to mention that each spell requires a completely different way of understanding and thinking, and as long as there is a little bit of it, it cannot be learned. Aren't there many seventh- and eighth-order wizards in this world who can't even learn the most basic levitation techniques? And if the experiment always fails, how much will it cost? Hehe, since it costs so much money, it may not be successful. So I'm thinking~~~ It's better to save money directly to be a boss, and when the time comes, I want a woman to have a woman, to enjoy it, and I can live a very comfortable life. ”

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