But now, my God, look at the empty tavern, the seats were empty enough to make old Hatch want to die. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, a slender teenager walked into the tavern, and this teenager looked a little different from the few old drunkards who were either talking at the table or sleeping on the table.

Well, a new tender wine that may embark on the path of an old drunkard many years to come.

Old Hatch was too lazy to take care of this potential customer, even though there were only a few customers left in the tavern these days.

Because he knew this young man in linen, the other party was an orphan born and raised in Morion, and the young man who ran errands for business trips on weekdays obviously didn't have much oil and water to speak of, especially when the other party's financier had not shown up for a long time.

The boy walked up to the tavern counter with a habitual smirk on his face, and he didn't seem to care at all about the dirty tables and wooden stools, or even the innkeeper's indifferent eyes.

The young man, who usually only ran errands, sat down in a big way, looked left and right, and looked as if he was looking for a benefactor to invite him to a drink.

It's a pity that those really rich caravans haven't been here for a long time, and no one wants to get some gossip from him, and the surroundings are very quiet, except for a few half-drunk old drunkards, and in their slanted eyes there is nothing but curiosity, but mockery.

"Hey, did you hear that? It's a ...... from outside town," the boy with the freckles on his nose scratched his nose and finally spoke.

With the boy's words, the lethargic atmosphere in the tavern was suddenly broken, and the big-bellied old Hutch suddenly raised his head, looked at the young man's greedy gaze, hesitated, and still got up and poured a large glass of bubbling dark beer for the other party.

"Boy, you'd better bless your news and be worth this glass of wine~~" Old Hatch said threateningly.

"Hey, hey," the young man couldn't wait to take the cup, and it was more than a third of the way down in one go, and he smacked his lips before he continued with a smug smile, "...... Noble, yes, noble! And, of course, mystery and power! Oh my God, I've never seen such a lavish carriage, and when I looked at it from afar, the finely carved carriage was just, ......."

The freckled young man couldn't think of any flowery words, so he had to pat his head with a drink, "It's even more charming than Lady Marilyn!" ”

Bang~~

The few drinkers in the tavern were able to set off a wave, followed by the clinking of glasses, and it was obvious that the drunkards in the tavern understood this straightforward metaphor.

Lady Marilyn, Nako is the most common head of the rose merchant group in the town in recent years, and she is said to be a widow in her coquettish physique...... In short, this woman who attracts bees and butterflies is very influential in the town.

"The Vicious Worm has been killed?! So our business is almost back to normal~~" A local shopkeeper who runs a leather goods sale said drunkly, as a businessman, even if he was half-drunk and half-awake, he quickly grasped the point.

"That's right, a toast to our beautiful life, and to the heroic and noble knight like the one in the biography of the long journey!"

"Cheers!"

……

As for the 'heroic and noble' knights in the mouth of the townspeople, or the children of a certain big family, they were 'surrounded' by a group of soldiers at this time, and they had already arrived at the door of the Lawrence Knight Training Camp.

Speaking of nobility, Instructor Trist lived to be more than 40 years old, and after several battles, his whole body was full of glory to prove that he didn't know how much he had seen in his true nobility. Some of the little nobles who were vassals and elegant thought they were noble, but they were just some fur, not even as good as fur.

But now the ...... in front of me Trist, a former knight-level powerhouse, is really a little incomprehensible.

"Hey, hey, Li Lin, are you really sure it's okay?" In the spacious and comfortable carriage, little Roberts sat on a stove, and through the gap in the window, he hurriedly held back his eyes at the soldiers in full gear who came and went outside, and suddenly his little face turned white with fright.

"The scene in front of me looks like a ...... no matter how you look at it What's that, Red Plum Banquet! ”

Li Lin glanced at the pale girls around him, with a helpless expression, "It's the Red Gate Banquet, no, the Hongmen Banquet~~"

I really don't understand, I can't even get the words wrong, why can it still resonate so much?

"That's right, it's the Red Chamber banquet in the book!" Little Roberts, who spoke the Chinese learned from New Oriental, slammed a heavy fist into the thigh of her number one maid, Miss Watson, and exclaimed in a low voice when the other party's tears of pain were about to fall.

The devil knows if this little man did it on purpose, Twilight Girl Christine looked at her friend whose face was deformed in pain, and looked at Taylor, who seemed to be very talkative and had a very docile personality, and for a while she was lucky to be with the right 'master'?!

Shaking her head, she hurriedly threw out this crazy thought.

"I told you a long time ago, don't mention your identity as a wizard, you don't listen, now it's okay......" In the carriage, little Roberts began to babble, unlike usual, now she looked serious, well, very scared.

There are at least thousands of people in such a large military camp, right?! The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the clenched little fist could clearly see the white phalanges.

I have to say that the people in the carriage are very good at brains, reminiscent of the witches who were burned to death in the Middle Ages, and the women here are in the more and more colorful description of Roberts Jr., at this time it is really not even necessary to play a female ghost without makeup, that pale face ~~ provincial foundation!

"Okay, okay, don't think too much, you just need to know that I'm doing this with my consideration. Smile and maintain a noble and decent posture. Don't forget the promise I made before, all you need is a short show that doesn't require you to speak! Well, it's that kind of straightforward vase character~~"

Facing the women who began to drag their feet at the critical moment, Li Lin was very annoyed in his heart, but he still tried his best to guide them.

What are you kidding, after preparing for so long, through the crows scattered around, he finally learned a lot of common sense in this world, plus a series of schemes......

The chances of saying something wrong shouldn't be big, right?!

Li Lin peeked at Saber in a black robe, well, if Saber is there, then it really won't be a big problem.

Trist doesn't know what dog blood is, what are the so-called routines and bridges, these are too profound for him, a pure man who is busy training his muscles into his brain all day long, trying to restore his former 'glory' and strength. In contrast, he is still suitable for one-on-one, one-to-many pleasant exchanges with the 'bear children' in the camp who can deal with each other with their fists.

Thank you for the Nether Demon Dragon and the reward for the show!