"Wizards?" asked Gukad blankly.

"What wizards?" Doris walked over curiously, "Are you looking for wizards?"

"No ......", Tarrant realized that he had just said something lacking in thought, the meeting place of the ancient wizards' guild was absolutely secret, and the common people didn't even know about their existence, he coughed, "What association did Kira Viton ask you about?"

"She's looking for the Troubadours' Guild," Guccard said, "I've heard of this organization, but we don't have a place like this in town, there's no church or a shrine, and people who come here don't believe it. ”

"Oh", out of pure unwarranted worry, Tarrant picked up his fork and continued his lunch, "And then she's gone?"

"Stopped for a moment at the door...... She tore the bulletin board paper", Gucard tugged at her collar and looked at Doris helplessly, "I warned her not to do that, but her temper was not very good. ”

"Oh my God," Doris shouted, "the sheriffs will think we're doing this on purpose, we're covering up a wanted criminal"

Tarrant hurriedly apologized: "I've caused you trouble, but...... She's in a bad mood, and one of the wanted ones was a friend of ours...... I hope you understand. ”

"Those paladins?" Doris dropped the rag, "they're all guilty of felonies. ”

"They have done so much for the people, almost giving their lives, and there must have been a misunderstanding in them," Tarrant defended.

"I'll try to explain if the vigilantes ask about it, but I can't guarantee it," Doris said, shaking her fingers.

"Thank you," Tarrant thanked from the bottom of his heart, "I'll talk to her and get her to restrain her feelings." ”

"In my opinion, that woman's temper is the real Hilly Sea," Guccard interjected, "and she can kill with her eyes." ”

"Hahaha", Tony leaned against the counter, "Is it more choking than that pepper lady in town?"

Gukad hesitated slightly, "Almost, when you see that kind of look, you will understand, it is chilling." ”

"The old fellow's words are exaggerated," Doris laughed, "and you are the most useless sailor I have ever met, and the most easily frightened girl." ”

"You're the man I have ever seen most like a woman," Guccard whispered.

Tony squealed a strange laugh, a description he must have agreed with.

The three waiters in the tavern made fun of each other, their ordinary life needed to be played with ridicule, which was also the joy of small town life, and Tarrant leaned back in his chair after his lunch, he was in good spirits, but there was nothing to drain his energy, he could only listen to the gossip of the waiters.

The rain did affect the tavern's business, and only a few customers came here and there throughout the afternoon, and after a few hasty drinks, they left immediately, and in the evening the rain finally stopped, and a fresh breeze blew in through the door, and a few children were noisy outside.

"Let me have a drink", a drenched man pushes the tavern plank, his swaggering pointed hat making him instantly recognizable as last night's troubadour.

"Am I right?" asked the three boys, who followed him closely, holding a strange pile of stones in their hands.

"Wait a minute, sit down there," the poet casually pointed to a table, and the children immediately ran to the side, "beautiful Miss Doris, please bring me a glass of Dumus." ”

Aunt Doris was not impressed by the compliment, she even thought it was a mockery, "What do you want?" she asked, pulling her throat.

"Du Mu wine", the poet took off his hat and patted his chest, "This weather has to be matched with Du Mu wine." ”

"We've got a doumu here, but we don't offer it for free," Doris stiffly leaned on the counter, "Tony, aren't you going to prepare some dinner today?"

"Hahaha", the poet licks his lips, "look at this", he raises his hands in the air, his fingers spread out, and the sewage from his sleeves splashes on Doris's face.

Doris glared fiercely, "Look at what?"

The psalmist's hands slowly clasped together, he kneaded his palms, "May the Lord bless me", he stretched out his right hand sharply, and a gold coin appeared on his fingertips, "Hmm...... The Lord heard my prayers. ”

Doris looked at the gold coin with a blank face, and after a few seconds stood up, "Okay, Du Mu wine." ”

In the interval, the poet looked around the tavern, "Business is light today," and no one paid any attention, and he continued: "Get some biscuits for the children, they are all hungry." Have you read the newspaper, the pirates at noon yesterday plundered an entire shipload of refined zirconium crystals, which are now sunk outside the port of Wilsing, and are the cargo ships of the Lynn family, and they estimate that they will lose hundreds of thousands of gold coins. ”

"Rich people don't care about that much money", Doris put the wine on the counter.

"A small loss, enough for Lynn to swallow the food on the table", the poet raised his glass, "Now let me see the results of today", he walked towards the children.

The children sit around the table with some Peugeot gravel blocks, small parts of pebbles, with brightly coloured dots hidden among them.

The poet took out a red stone the size of a little fingertip, "This is good", he put the stone on the tip of his nose and gazed carefully, "Who found it?"

A child timidly replied, "Found it on the other side of the harbor." ”

"Good thing," the poet gave him two gold coins, "your mother will be pleased." ”

They must have gone to the beach, and Tarrant could guess the approximate value of the red stone, no less than thirty gold coins.

The poet finds several small stones one after another in the pile of stones, and the three children are rewarded, an unfair but happy trade, which the troubadour is good at.

After the biscuits were served, the children put away the stones and gold coins, and they began to ask about the ending of last night's story, and the poet took a small sip, "Yes, let's continue Wendel's story, he has already taken thirty challenges in Domugo, and the next thirty-one, who do you want to challenge this witty mage?"

The tall boy shouted, "A truly strong swordsman"

"Do you like swordsmen," the poet patted the child's head, "what kind of swordsman?sword dancer?sword master?berserker?"

The tall kid's eyes widened, and it wasn't easy for him to distinguish between these new terms.

"Hahaha, in fact, the thirty-first challenger on the field is a mage, wearing a shabby khaki robe, I can almost see the patches on his sleeves, his head is messy, his beard is like a stake in the forest, everyone thinks so, this is a poor and crazy poor creature trying to gain some sympathy, Wendell also looked very disappointed, he didn't even want to fight this challenger, it would stain his clothes, but he accepted the challenge anyway, he had to keep his demeanor" At this point, the poet took the glass again.

The children took advantage of the short break to speculate: "He's going to be beaten badly" and "Will Wendell use spider webs?"

"Don't judge a person by their appearance, children, remember this, it will work on the adventures in the future", the poet smirked and knocked the little ones on the head one by one. Let's go back to the story, after the battle began, the two cast spells at the same time, Wendell finished chanting first, the thick white energy condensed in his palm, a meteor explosion, ready to blast the opponent to the stage, he paused for a moment, because he didn't want the audience to think that he was bullying an apprentice, when the opponent finished casting the spell, Wendell was stunned, quite surprised, including everyone present......"