After disembarking, the three of them found an inn to stay in and waited for George and them to arrive. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This inn is called Dragon Coconut Fruit Hotel, and the front and back of the house are covered with tall dragon coconut trees, hence the name. The proprietress of the inn was a stout and hard-working woman in her fifties, and at first she saw that the three of them were from Doland, and they ignored them, and the prices were ridiculously high. Later, when I heard that it was Yu Panqui's friend, I immediately became much more enthusiastic, not only arranging the best room, but also helping with the luggage.

After a busy day, the three of them settled down. Duck wanted to ask the proprietress about the Holy Crown War, but the proprietress had been doing well for the past two days, and she was busy greeting other guests. Duck had no choice but to give up.

Although the hotel is not very big, there are many people coming and going. At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the proprietress hung out a sign, and the people who saw the sign stopped to find other hotels, and it was estimated that the sign was full of people. Dake hastily estimated that there were one hundred and twenty or thirty people living in this small inn, in the corridors, in the halls, everywhere. The vast majority of them are local Noziks, and there are also a very small number of gentiles like Dak, who probably also came to see the Holy Crown War. If it weren't for the hot and humid climate and the tall evergreen trees around it, the bustling scene would not have been much like Snell Harbour.

In the evening, it was time to eat, and Duck had left little of their dry food that had been plagued by the giant monkeys, so they had to buy it from the store. Isabella looked at the menu, it was all kinds of roasted spider charcoal roasted centipede sauce roasted caterpillars and the like, and immediately lost her appetite, but fortunately she found roasted corn in the main food column, and asked for two, and Riley found another creamy corn soup. Finally got the dinner for the two ladies. Duck was not happy with meat, and mustered up the courage to order a sauce roast caterpillar.

The browned and crispy corn was quickly served, and as soon as it was served, Duck's saliva was dripping down. The old corn was just roasted, and a layer of golden honey was coated on the outside, which made people's appetite move, and the two ladies looked at each other tacitly, and one of them picked up a piece of ah-woo-woo and ate it, and deliberately drank the cream soup to a loud sound.

After a while, the meat dish ordered by Duck came up. It was a giant caterpillar, the thickness of Duck's arm. The thorns on the caterpillar's body had been scraped clean, and a thick black sauce made of unknown raw materials was poured on a long wooden plate of the same arm thickness. Duck was dumbfounded, smelling the rich aroma, listening to the rumbling of his stomach, tangled.

If he doesn't eat, it doesn't mean that others are calm, and the guest at a table next to him couldn't help it, and said, "Friend over there, why don't you eat such a good thing?"

Duck smiled: "I haven't eaten it before, so I don't know how to eat it." He looked at the guy's eager expression and added, "Why don't you show me this?" ”

The man smiled, "Then you're welcome." He used his knife to cut the soft shell between the two carapaces of the caterpillar, and with both hands he grabbed the edge of the hard shell under the caterpillar and lifted it upward, revealing a piece of bright red and pink flesh. He smeared the black sauce on the meat pieces a few times and ate it with a knife. I was full of praise while eating.

Isabella stood up quietly: "I have honey on my hands, go wash it." As he spoke, he got up and walked out, and as soon as he stood up, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand and ran out.

The guest shook his head regretfully: "Such a good thing, it takes time and effort to burn. There have been so many people in the past two days, it is estimated that this dish will not be supplied, and maybe there will be a few left. You're not a local, are you? It's not easy to come all the way, don't you try it? There's a lot of good stuff here. ”

Riley gritted her teeth and stirred a spoonful in the black sauce, which really made her scoop up a spoonful of bubble-like things, and she asked, "What is this, it looks a lot like caviar." ”

"Caviar can't be compared. This is the eye of a swamp bareback spider, and when cooked, it has a strong aroma that can cover the fishy smell of the sauce. ”

Riley stood up quietly: "I also have honey on my hands, go wash it." With that, she covered her mouth and went out.

The guest laughed, cut another piece of worm meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, closed his eyes and tasted it, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said, "It tastes really good—the woman is gone, and we can talk about business." ”

Duck suddenly became alert: "Who are you, what are you going to do?"

The guest smiled: "Don't be nervous, young Dorland. Just a piece of advice from someone who has come over: it's best not to go to the Holy Crown War, especially if you still have a female dependent. ”

Duck complained, "What's so terrible about the war of the undead? I thought it was just a fighting game. ”

"Yes. The word fighting competition is well used. What died on the battlefield was just an accident. But when it's over, it's different, Yellow Springs Avenue, Crimson Path, and Sun God Altar will be sprinkled with blood. Moreover, as long as you go, you must finish watching it, and leaving halfway is disrespectful to the sun god and will be burned to death. ”

Duck was dumbfounded: "What kind of rule is this?"

"The will of Curantino, the great king of Atlas, son of the sun god and master of Dallas, must be carried out. Young Outlander, if your heart is determined enough, it will be a journey of redemption, and if not, it will be the beginning of destruction. ”

The guest paused for a moment and said, "We have nothing to do with each other, no matter what you do, it has nothing to do with me, and I say this to you just out of the natural care and politeness of travelers." ”

Duck smiled, "The more you say that, the more I want to see it." ”

"The stubbornness of a young man is harder than a rock. ”

"Your Dolan speaks so well, I thought I had met a fellow countryman. ”

The guest was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I have already said that no matter what you do, it has nothing to do with me." Forget it, good luck to you. With that, he thrust the table hard and got up to leave.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, a loud voice rang out on his back foot: "Where are the Dorlanders?

Duck raised his arms and shouted, "Here!"

It was Yupanki's subordinate Bakurata who came, and when he saw the half-eaten caterpillar on the table, he was happy: "Enough guts, I like it." As he spoke, he unceremoniously grabbed a piece of insect meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Are you used to eating this thing? Don't force it if you are not used to eating it." ”

"Uh, it's fine. ”

"It's just that you can't get used to it. Lady boss, these Dorand people are friends, don't take these scaring things. Get the menu in earnest!"

The proprietress hurriedly ran over and took another menu, and the dishes on this menu were much more normal. In addition to the staple food made of corn, there are many other dishes such as wood barbecue, fried whelks, shredded chicken and onions with chili peppers, and so on. Bakurata was not polite, ordered seven or eight dishes in one go, and slapped his chest at the end: "It's all on my account!"

Dake saw that the proprietress was so distressed that her facial features wrinkled together, and couldn't help but say: "Forget it, how can you let your friend break the bill for the first time, or I'll come." ”

Bakurata snorted coldly: "My dignified Black Panther Warrior, I can afford her in her accounting! Forget it, don't talk about it, are you still used to it here?"

"It's ok. Just now, a fifty-year-old man with a wisp of white hair on his head came to talk to me, and said that it was best not to go to the Holy Crown War tomorrow. Do you know him?"

Bakurata laughed: "That old fellow is the only one in twenty years to have won the Crown of Timidity! Montreci of the Dubro tribe surrendered voluntarily in the Holy Crown War, and it has become a strange story. Curantino, the great king of Atlas, son of the sun god and master of Dallas, thought that keeping him could be used as a negative lesson, so he generously left him a dog's life. This old thing spends his days running around the streets like a rat, taking advantage of small things, eating and drinking, and is quite shameless, and is nicknamed 'The Faceless One' -- I see, this half of the worm must have been relied on by him, right? You wait, I'll clean him up!"

Duck grabbed Bacurata and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the proprietress of the kitchen yell, "Let go of my corn!"

Immediately after, a huge figure, lightning bolted out of the back kitchen, dragged two bunches of unripe corn, knocked a hole in the roof, and fled.

The diners in the lobby were stunned, and some of them didn't react at all, until the thatch on the roof fluttered down, and the knives and forks fell to the ground.

The proprietress and Bakurata burst into a rage: "It's that damn monkey again!"