"Shut up!" Tarrant learned the word from somewhere, "we are the ...... of the Light of Shelter"

"Bandits of the Sheltered Light?!" the mustache pressed his back against the wooden pillar in the center of the lobby, fearful and extremely surprised, "I don't have any business here, I don't have any money, only these are the ...... to eat" He pointed to a plate of cream cakes on the counter, which had been the same when Tarrant left two months ago, as if nothing had changed.

"Great!" Catrina ran to the counter, "Finally something to eat!"

The mustache stared at the katana at Tarrant's waist, "You can take those ......"

"Is there a room?" Since the mustache had already said that there was no business here, there must be extra room, Tarrant shook his armor, and a large pool of sewage was laid on the ground.

"I didn't ...... No, there is, there is", the moustache hands tangled at the sides of the belt, "you want to ...... How many rooms?" He turned his head to glance at the mage who had swallowed his supper, the floor was already covered with grass seeds, Katrina turned her head, her eyes met, and the mustache immediately lowered her head, he didn't dare to stare at the mage again.

"Two, prepare hot water, fill up the fireplace", Tarrant sat aside, pouring more water out of his metal boots, and from the impurities floating on the surface of the water, he could almost deduce which area of Greenwood Mountain he had visited.

The mustache tucked into the corner, "Do you want to prepare right away?"

"Immediately", Tarrant began to take off his armor, the soaked lining made him uncomfortable, the mustache slowly retreated towards the side door, Tarrant remembered some necessary explanation, "Don't you remember me?"

The mustache stood in place in surprise, "You ......" he carefully distinguished, "I'm sorry, my lordship, I ...... I don't remember. ”

"I came here two months ago for the Spirit-Suck thing. ”

"Psicing?" Mustache tilted his head as he recalled, there weren't many major events in the town, especially those related to psilocausts, and he quickly remembered, "Ah! you're the investigator of the Sheltered Light!"

"Nice to meet you," Tarrant quipped.

"Ha, it's been too long, I'm sorry", the mustache's whole body relaxed, "because the sheriff asked us to watch out for strangers, and it's raining so hard tonight, I'm worried about ......" He quietly looked away from the mage.

"Does the hotel only accept people from this town?" Tarrant said sarcastically about his IQ again.

The bloated body twisted against the wall, fingers rubbing restlessly against the beard, and the cinchs dragged from the fingertips to the cuffs, "Because something bad has happened in town lately, it has never happened to us here." ”

"Oh?" Tarrant pointed to the barrel on the cupboard, "What's left?"

Mustache walked towards the wine cabinet, "A homicide, nothing like this has happened in town for decades", he took out a tawny cup from the cabinet, "Beer?"

Tarrant nodded slightly, "Then Mark must be busy now?"

"It was Chief Mark who told us to watch out for strangers, ninety percent of whom were from outside the town. ”

"In a corner like Watttown, a stranger would have been noticed a long time ago. ”

"You mean this is done by the people of this town? It's terrible," Mustache said, placing the cup in front of Tarrant, "who would do that? The town is populated by Anfen, alas, our town has become more and more restless since the discovery of the Psicoons. ”

"I'm just guessing," Tarrant picked up his glass, noticing a grease stain floating on the beer and a creamy mouth, "Are there any other drinks?"

The mustache rubbed his hands the sleeves, "That's all." ”

"Okay. You can go and prepare hot water", taking advantage of the gap between his turns, Tarrant quickly poured the wine on the ground, he walked towards Katrina, the mage almost swept the food on the table, the robe dripping down wet, "Give me some leftover." ”

Katrina's mouth was full of biscuits, cream on her fingers and lips, and she said in a muffled voice, "Find some more, too little." ”

"You go take a hot bath first, I don't want you to stay in bed for another week", she rested in bed for a whole week during her last fever, during which she was like a terrified kitten, compared to Tarrant's energetic fists, "hang your robe by the fireplace before you go to bed, hoping to dry." ”

"Hmm", she licked her fingers one by one, and the tip of her pink tongue slid along the lip line two more times, "It's much warmer in the house", she opened her mouth wide, paused for two seconds and then "Hah!"

Tarrant picked up the kerosene lamp on the counter and said, "Go upstairs first." ”

Katrina shook her robe, "You don't have to wake up early tomorrow, do you?"

"It depends, if the rain stops we can leave earlier", Tarrant shouted inside as he passed through the side door, "Which two rooms shall we sleep in?"

"The easternmost two rooms are good for the door," said the mustache who walked out of the door with two bundles of dry firewood, and trotted up the stairs to lead the way for the two: "Those two are the best, with large bathtubs, and the windows are strong enough not to be disturbed by the sound of rain outside." Listening to his tone, the sturdy windows seemed to be a great advantage.

The staircase creaked, like the broken walkway of the Andreas Hotel, and the wind outside the room whirred on the exterior walls, making people feel cold in their ears, and the rain was louder.

"You must have something important to do when you're coming in such a heavy rain?" asked the mustache.

Tarrant ignored it, holding up his lamp and approaching the mage, the kerosene emitting heat.

The mustache opened the door to the left of the east, "Who lives here?"

Tarrant stopped at the door and took a cursory look, the ground was fairly clean, there was no smell of damp musty from the low-cost hotel, there was no leakage under the fireplace, and the wind and rain were blocked out of the window, "Katrina, you sleep here." ”

Katrina walked into the room, "Doesn't the hotel have a sofa?"

"Don't ask too much," Tarrant helped Mustache toss the firewood into the fireplace and light the fire, "Go get the hot water ready." ”

"Okay sir," the mustache nodded as he walked out the door, "the hot water will be ready soon." ”

Katrina stared around the room, "I thought Andreas was the worst hotel, and now I know I was wrong." ”

"At least a soft mattress and a warm stove, come," Tarrant said, moving his four-legged chair to the fire, "and drying his clothes." ”

Katrina stood in front of the fireplace and stretched out her hands, the firelight casting her figure on the ground, "Are you going to watch me undress?"

"Oh...... Of course not", Tarrant rubbed his chin uninterestingly, "I'll leave when the hot water comes up", he picked up the hanger and put it next to the stove, "hang the robe here later", he checked the lower window again, it was locked, "Do you want to draw the curtains?"

The mage's back stood in front of the fireplace, staring blankly at the flickering flames in the furnace.

The mustache quickly brought hot water up, and a white mist rose from the bathtub, "My lord, the hot water is ready, and the firewood is enough." ”

Tarrant tested the temperature, "Katrina, rest early, I'll call you tomorrow morning." ”

Katrina nodded slightly in reply.

The two of them exited the room, and the mustache asked, "Do you need to prepare hot water for the other room?"

"Good...... Wait, get me something to eat first", Tarrant hadn't eaten all day, which was the most important problem to be solved at the moment, and he made his way up the stairs.

"But my ......"

It was time for the gold coin to do its job, Tarrant reached into the spirit pattern bag and was surprised to find that it was full of water, damn it, it must have been poured through the mouth of the bag during the rainstorm, he felt a gold coin in the water and flicked it to the mustache behind him.

The Dark Mostache reached out to catch the gold coin, "You're still so generous. ”

"Then I hope you can recognize me next time", Tarrant walked downstairs and sat down nearby, opened the spirit pattern bag, a bag full of water exuded an elegant fragrance, those potions leaked out of the bottle, the potion diluted a hundred times has no effect, Tarrant sighed, this rain has caused his economy to be hit hard again, the bandaging cloth is soaked into a ball, the flint is also dripping with water, it takes a lot of money to remix these things, he poured out the water, and continued to rummage through the contents of the pocket, damn! He suddenly found a bigger mistake, damn it! He couldn't help but slam his fist on the table, and the kerosene lamp jumped heavily.