Now that a consensus has been reached, there is no need to say more. After a short rest, the group of four got into the carriage, and it didn't take long for them to enter the town.

At first glance, there are a few horse-drawn carts parked on the side of the town, as well as several ox carts and even donkey carts, either towing wagons for people or connecting flatbed carts to transport goods.

It's a miniature transport hub at the intersection of many roads, and people who pass through here either stop to rest or buy some necessities to carry, thus making this small town more prosperous.

This also leads to a lot of people, and it is difficult to tell who is snooping maliciously and who is just looking curiously.

If you concentrate and maintain a high level of sensitivity, you can do it reluctantly, but you will get tired quickly, and after a while, you will become sluggish, dazed, and distracted unconsciously.

In fact, if you stay in the carriage all the time, the possibility of exposure is not very great.

In order to attract a wave of attackers, Sherlock almost deliberately parked the carriage in front of a restaurant and got off with the two Lomins.

Grant was in charge of securing the carriage and went with the coachmen to buy the necessities.

"Mr. Lockin, I've been to this shop twice, and the white sausages made by the proprietress taste good, and the bacon is ok. “

Saying this to Lockin, as if he were getting out of the car to rest and eat, Sherlock walked through the door—of course, Lockin followed closely behind.

"Remember me, lady?" Sherlock approached the counter with her top hat off, "and prepare five white sausages, a whole smoked pork hind leg, and twenty pieces of white bread." Packed. “

"Oh, isn't this Master Sherlock? “

After the middle-aged proprietress finished speaking to Sherlock very enthusiastically, she turned her head and yelled at the back hall: "Hurry up, old man, bring that freshly baked pork hind leg, don't let Master Sherlock wait for a long time!"

"Anyway, would you like to teach an apprentice?"

Sherlock asked this, the proprietress showed a surprised expression, and he continued: "If I go back this time, I will inherit my uncle's title, but this also means that I basically have to stay in the territory, and I can't run here to eat twice in three days."

My uncle's cook has two helpers, and I want the younger one to learn your trade, and I'll pay thirty silver coins for the apprentice's tuition, how about it?"

"Alas, that Baron is a good man, but it's a pity that the gods want him to go to heaven to serve ...... in advance," sighed, and the proprietress agreed, "Thank you for your generosity, future Baron, and swear by the name of this 'White Dolphin Tavern', you will definitely be able to eat authentic white sausages in Miana!"

Sherlock had never expected a tavern lady to speak such elegant words in the first place. He is also just a small nobleman, not so high that he is completely ungrounded. The other party's kind and not flattering attitude had already satisfied him, and he smiled in response.

Moreover, the current dialogue is strictly speaking just an excuse, and the desire for words is not the main task - the real purpose is to spread the news of his presence here as much as possible.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, although there is no such statement in this world, but he naturally understands a similar concept.

The thought of the wicked man who had plotted against him would come to his death, his heart pounded, and although there was the pleasure of revenge, he was also slightly uneasy before the big event.

After all, even if you go to the podium to receive the award and accept the teacher's praise in front of dozens of people in the class, many people will have weak legs.

Sherlock almost subconsciously grasped the corner of Lockin's coat, and when Lockin glanced back curiously, he froze there at a loss.

However, Luo Ming didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and touched Sherlock's head.

It's like the old self treated his younger brothers and sisters, just like the master treated his younger self when he was a child.

Like a teacher, but also like a relative who only lacks blood relations, Luo Ming's warm smile inadvertently made Sherlock's heart stagnate.

If the elder brother is still ...... How nice it would be if Lomin were my brother......

Reluctantly smiled back at Luo Ming, and when he turned his head, Sherlock gritted his teeth and clenched the slender index finger on the seal.

My brother has passed away a long time ago, and now I am just an imposter who stands up under the name of the deceased in order to maintain the glory of the family.

Until now, looking for the shadow of my brother in others can only reflect my own weakness!

Sherlock, or rather, someone who bears the name "Sherlock", bit his lip, and the smell of blood spreads between his tongue.

Trying to calm down, Sherlock called out to Lormin and walked slowly to the empty seat next to him.

Luo Ming naturally turned around to follow, and at this moment, he seemed to "inadvertently" bump into the person next to him.

"What are you doing?" exclaimed the uncle, who was full of alcohol.

He found that the young man in front of him had a cruel smile on his face that seemed to be a little contradictory, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub his eyes.

No one noticed that he had been holding his scabbard's left hand from the beginning, and seemed to make some small movements.

In the next moment, Luo Ming raised the scabbard he had taken from his waist and took a step forward to the left.

Boom!

A slender finger-long arrow pierced the cowhide scabbard, striking the steel sword with a dull sound.

Luo Ming immediately drew his sword and threw the scabbard aside, and at the same time flew up with a kick-

Hook up a round stool and throw it in the direction where the arrow was flying!

The Assassin who was about to flee naturally did not have the time to look back at the enemy, and whether he succeeded or not, he had to flee and disappear as soon as possible, preserving himself for the next opportunity - from this point of view, his awareness as an Assassin was still good.

It's a pity that his strength is too low, he threw away the small crossbow in his hand, and before he could run three steps, the round stool flew over a distance of more than ten meters, crossed the heads of the two tables, and brushed past his back.

Immediately his right arm lost strength, the pain pierced his heart, he lost his balance, and he immediately fell to the ground.

Luo Ming was not a god after all, just a mortal, and although the round stool kicked out was powerful enough to make ordinary people vomit blood, this irregularly shaped "weapon" did not hit the target, and flew crookedly, just rubbing it on the assassin's body, causing his shoulder blades to shatter.

But in terms of results, it was no different from killing him instantly.

"In the name of Baron Miyana, whoever goes to kill that assassin and cut off his head will be rewarded with a silver coin!" he shouted.

In this era, many civilians have at least a knife on their bodies, and Luo Ming will not easily leave the employer who needs protection, but lure others to come forward.

Even if they were killed or injured by the assassin's counterattack, no commoner would dare to ask a nobleman for compensation.