Looking at Berwenkins' eyes, Rorschach knew that he wouldn't believe it ninety percent.

Fortunately, he prepared another set of explanations: "Well, it was actually our brother who was abducted by human traffickers, and Avella and I made a special trip from Dulan, and when we found him, it was already like this, and we ran out of money, so we ......"

Outside the carriage, Avella obviously saw that the old butler's eyes had softened a little, and it was obvious that this nonsense explanation was closer to his inner speculation.

Berwinkins was similar, he looked at Rorschach seriously, and said, "When you get to the fiefdom, I will fund you with some money so that you can return to Dulan City smoothly." ”

Fief?

Smelling the growing smell of the sea, Rorschach's mind was full of thoughts.

Berwenkins is a noble young master, of course, in this era, not all nobles can get fiefs, it seems that although he has fallen out of favor in the Lei Ming family, at least he can live without worrying about food and clothing for a lifetime.

It's just that the fiefdom is probably not much better, eighty percent is a small coastal town in Chelsea, and it is not along the line of the steam train.

To know whether a place has a future, it depends on whether there is a train or not, which is the easiest and most effective way to judge.

The people of the entire South knew it, and Rorschach believed that Berwinkins himself knew.

But looking at the way he looks, he doesn't seem to complain much.

Although he is sick, his eyes are very bright, and his aura is comfortable, which is the kind of person Rorschach is not very willing to poison his tongue.

Soon, the carriage stopped.

Rorschach heard the knight in front of him report that Hogg had arrived.

According to the introduction, this Hogg town is not the destination of this team, but it is the only town within a radius of a hundred miles to the destination.

Hogg Town is small, with only one tavern, which doubles as a hotel, brothel, casino, theater and other functions.

I heard the knight say that because there is such a tavern within a radius of 100 miles, the business is very good, and the territory is also very large, but there are dragons and snakes, and everyone has it.

However, there were more than 30 people up and down the convoy, and all of them were strong men with armor all over their bodies, with flintlock pistols and knights' swords at their waists.

When Rorschach got out of the car, it was already dark.

Avella stood by the side of the road and watched him, and Levi was put into another carriage by the old butler.

Rorschach naturally walked over to Avella's side and looked around.

The sign outside the tavern was a rusty sheet of iron, swaying back and forth in the night wind, a cacophony of sounds coming from the door, and a lively light on the window.

"You...... Why lie to them. Avella thought about it all the way, but decided to ask Rorschach why.

"Liar? But I said at the beginning that the real reason was that they didn't believe it," Rorschach shrugged, "and people only want to believe their own answers, so I'll just follow their wishes." ”

"But ......" Avella still felt that it was not good to deceive people, especially since the other party was still a benefactor.

"Shhh Rorschach muttered quietly.

Generally speaking, people are roughly divided into two types, one is that they like to speculate on others with malice first, and then gradually add points according to the performance of the other party.

The other is to give the other person a full score with good intentions at the beginning, and then gradually reduce the score according to the other party's performance.

Rorschach is the first type of person, but he is more excessive, and the average person with bad expectations is a big deal to add from scratch, he is different, he starts from a negative number to do addition......

He never minded thinking of people as bad.

However, after getting along for a short time, Rorschach found that although Avella's attitude towards "him" was extremely bad before, it was limited to "Rorschach" personally, and she was simply a little white rabbit without any vigilance when facing others.

While the two were chatting, Berwenkins also came down with the help of the old butler.

The knights entered the tavern first, and soon the noise inside was much quieter.

When Rorschach followed them into the tavern, he was immediately greeted by everyone inside.

After all, in this small country tavern, a large number of nobles wearing armor suddenly poured in, which was quite eye-catching.

Berwenkins was the last to be helped in by the old butler, and by this time the arrangements had been completed, and the two servants had cleared a clearing, a clean table, and then several knights stood vigilantly behind the table, half-enclosing Berwenkins in a safe circle.

Everyone was looking at Berwenkins, and everyone could see that this sick young man was the real nobleman.

Berwenkins was pale, about the size of Rorschach, and he was still holding a book in his hand, which was about Potions of fantasy plants and strange creatures.

The old butler went to the tavern owner, and after giving him a few gold coins, the boss immediately got busy with a smile on his face.

After a brief silence, the tavern was buzzing again, and everyone was talking about Berwenkins.

"Hogg Town has actually come to the noble lord? Oh my God, are we going to have steam monsters here, too? ”

"What steam monster...... That's the treasure that brought the gold coins! ”

"The noble lord is different, he looks better than the women in the town with fine skin and tender flesh......"

The people around are pointing and pointing and quite rude.

The knights have long been glaring angrily, and the insult to their master is to trample on them personally, which is what they have been taught since childhood.

However, Berwenkins shook his head slightly, stopping everyone from moving.

Rorschach and Avella sat at another wooden table next to each other, looking at the vivid rural scene with interest.

Compared with the people in Dulan City, the folk customs of this remote town in Chelsea are indeed a little too simple.

These mud-legged people are not afraid of anything, they don't know how to control their voices at all, and talking about the close aristocrats while picking at their noses seems to them as casual as talking about whose horse has fallen again.

Respect? Courtesy?

Inexistent.

This phenomenon became even more pronounced after Avella removed the clothes wrapped around her head.

As soon as this seventeen-year-old girl took off her clothes, her long silver hair sprinkled down like a waterfall, her fair skin and silver eyes brought her a natural noble temperament, Avella's pupil color was extremely rare, and after matching her almost flawless girl's cheeks, she undoubtedly exuded an aggressive charm to the opposite sex present!

How could a man in this remote town ever see such a beautiful girl? Compared to Avella in front of her, the most beautiful prostitute behind the tavern was like a rag.

A drunkard with a red nose immediately stood up and staggered towards Avella.