The door burst open, the air flow stirred up the fire in the fireplace, Tarrant quickly swept the room, Catrina was on the bed, already asleep, the robe hung by the fireplace, the window was closed, no one, Tarrant walked into the room, closed the door gently, he did hear footsteps, there was no one in the aisle, there was no one here, he stopped in confusion, his ears were carefully distinguished, the even sound of rain would not affect his judgment, he ...... Footsteps should have been heard, "Katrina?" he called softly.

The mage closed his eyes serenely.

Tarrant walked to the fireplace, picked up a chair and sat down, probably his body was not fully recovered, his nerves were a little overstrained, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the dry wood by the wall and added it to the fireplace, or it was just a continuation of the nightmare, it was not a real sound, the plot of the nightmare made him sweat, she would be fine.

Tarrant leaned back in his chair and watched as the flames in the fireplace slowly devoured the newly added firewood, and after a tired day, he reached out in front of the fireplace, and the warm comfort quickly turned to a hot burn.

He casually caught a glimpse of the grass seeds on the robe, the green dots had dried on the robe and become an awkward embellishment, and tomorrow she would be angry, maybe she would wave her fist again, and Tarrant took off the robe and slapped the dirt.

His eyelids grew heavier, and after cleaning the grass seeds from his robe, Tarrant stretched out and yawned, it was time to rest, but there was a faint uneasy premonition in his heart, as if something was going to happen tonight, he wasn't sure if it was a long-term instinct or the aftermath of being haunted by nightmares, he decided to sit here and watch her sleep peacefully.

He was facing the fireplace, his feet resting on the mantelpiece, slowly letting his consciousness rest in the warmth.

In the drowsiness, he seemed to hear the sound of low footsteps, and he turned his head sluggishly, seeing nothing but his own shadow staggering and dancing on the floor, and Katrina slept soundly, and was delusional, her jaw falling heavily on her chest.

"Wow!wow!" the inexplicable dog barked.

Tarrant woke up with a shudder, there were only two red stars left in the fire of the fireplace, and the sky was already bright, and he looked out the window, the rain had stopped, and the sun was shining on the windowsill, and it seemed to be close to noon, "Ah-" He exhaled the sullen breath in his chest, a sunny day, just in time for the journey.

"Are you awake?"

Tarrant hurriedly stood up and turned around, Katrina was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, "Well, wake up", she seemed to have been up for a while.

"You didn't sleep in the opposite room last night?" asked Katrina, confused.

"It's raining so hard that I'm worried about the window being blown open," Tarrant walked over to the windowsill and opened it, the fresh air after the rain swept into the room, "Wang!" he saw a yellow dog downstairs biting something.

"Oh......" Katrina didn't suspect it, she straightened her robe, and took out a bunch of red blades of grass from the futon.

"What is this?"

"Blazing Grass," Catrina smirked, "Kitty to pick me some." ”

"Heh, where are you hiding, I didn't even notice you had this thing. ”

Katrina flashed a disdainful look, "It's time for you to clean up, I'll wait for you downstairs." ”

"Hmm", it was rare for the mage to have this kind of enthusiasm, it should be the grass that aroused her urge to go back to the institute, Tarrant walked quickly to the door, "The boss has some lime wine, you should try it." ”

"I don't drink those things," Catrina doesn't like to drink, and she followed down the aisle, "give you five minutes." ”

In fact, it took Tarrant only a minute to wash, and it took two minutes to put on the Stone Guard, and he buckled his katana and shouldered his halberd, and as he ran downstairs, Katrina leaned against the doorway, watching with interest as the mustache repaired the wooden door.

"I'm sorry," Tarrant stopped beside the mustache.

"Oh, sir, you woke up, did you sleep well last night?" the mustache put down the hammer, "do you need breakfast?"

"No, no," Tarrant didn't want to see the cream cake again, "I was a little rude last night." ”

"It's okay sir, you've paid enough money to buy ten doors," Mustache smiled contentedly.

"Alright, it's time for us to go," Tarrant nodded toward Katrina, "it's lunchtime." ”

The two of them walked out of the hotel and headed straight for twelve, when the restaurant sign made Katrina stop in surprise, "Twelve?

"Hehehe, you'll find it stop at twelve o'clock forever", Tarrant pushed the door open, and there were three tables of customers scattered in the restaurant, he noticed that the person sitting in the corner was a little different, gray cloth shirt, long black hair, human male, although he didn't see the weapon, he didn't look like a farmer from his muscle profile and body shape, an adventurer, he had four empty glasses and an empty plate on his table, the adventurer didn't drink much during the day, he seemed a little frustrated.

Tarrant chose the corner on the other side, "Two Steaks," and he gestured to the waitress.

"Damn, wine, two more dragons, and steak!" the adventurer shouted back to the maid, his eyes cloudy under his black hair, and he was drunk.

The waitress walked helplessly towards the counter and whispered to the waiter behind the counter, "Why don't you go to Nightshadow!"

"Because Nightshade hasn't opened the door yet," the waiter smirked and poured out two cups of fire dragons, "Someone pays the bill anyway, why not?" he shouted at the kitchen again, "Three steaks!"

From time to time, Katrina looked at her, and she was curious, "Is that what adventurers in the countryside look like?" ”

"Do you think we're better dressed than he is?" Tarrant chuckled, pointing to the Stone Defender's wound and Katrina's crumpled robes, "at least his clothes aren't torn." ”

Katrina looked down at herself and smiled.

The waitress pushed the cup on the adventurer's table, "Two cups of fire dragon", she just turned around, the adventurer's hand suddenly grabbed her, "Hey, do you want to hear my story?"

The lady grabbed the big hand in disgust, "Let go, I'm not interested." ”

The adventurer still clung to it and exclaimed, "That's a great story! Don't you want to hear it?!"

His eyes were misty, his expression was blank, Tarrant stared at the face, four cups of fire dragon was enough to pour down a beast, the adventurer no longer knew what he was doing, and someone needed to remind him.

The waitress tugged back, "Let go, no one is interested in your stories." ”

The adventurer suddenly let go of his hand, as if the words stung him, "yes, no one is interested anymore, hehe", he picked up the cup and took a big sip, "What about the wonderful story...... "What about the left hand on the table, his body slowly fell forward, and the fire dragon that had just entered his mouth dripped along the table along his chin.

"Down-and-out adventurer," Katrina whispered.

Tarrant didn't comment, he thought about the wonderful story that the adventurer had to tell, maybe the down-and-out adventurer really had some stories to tell.

The waitress rubbed the red mark on her wrist and walked past Tarrant, "Damn it, why didn't you die in that hole", an ugly curse that didn't match her attitude.

The smell of cooked meat diffused from the three steaks on the counter, and Tarrant's long-awaited meat was finally coming, and the waitress smiled and put the two steaks on Tarrant's table with his knife and fork already raised.

"Good morning, Captain Mark," the waitress smiled as she smiled towards the door.

Tarrant turned his head as he shoved a large gulp into his mouth, and the young captain, who had yawned and had nothing to do all day, stood in the doorway, but he didn't look quite right, slightly haggard.

"How is he?" Mark didn't notice Tarrant and walked towards the adventurer on the other side, "Rebel" clasped around his waist.

"He?" said the lady, throwing the steak on the adventurer's table with contempt, "no different from a pig." ”

Markla stepped out of his chair and sat down, "Be considerate, so much has happened, alas......" he looked at the empty glass on the table, "no amount of wine will help him." ”

Tarrant looked at the adventurer with more and more curiosity, listening to the captain's tone they had known each other for a long time.

"Tarrant, do you know them?" asked Katrina, curious.

"Hmm", Tarrant sliced a large slice of steak, "Mark", he raised his hand.

Mark looked over, "Yes......" he stood up confused, "Tarrant?"

"Good thing you remember me," Tarrant laughed and moved to the seat next to him.

"Haha, of course I can't forget, there aren't many knights of the Sheltered Light in the town", he sat down and motioned to the waitress for a steak, "What are you doing here this time? ”

"We're going to go to Naiantown", Tarrant chewed on a chunk of beef in his mouth, "Who's that guy?" he glanced at the adventurer.

"He?" Mark looked sympathetically over and lowered his voice, "He's Garfield." ”