Chapter Eighty-Three: Sleepless

The woman was good at causing trouble, and Tarrant had no doubt that she would mess with a bunch of villains in a few hours of the night, and he picked up the snow and anticipated the chaos that might ensue in that room.

"Ahh

Tarrant stopped in astonishment, the sound did not represent pain or haste, otherwise it would have been louder and sharper, he stopped his movements and listened carefully, there was no sound of speaking, he thought of many possibilities, drunkenness, healing, maybe covering his mouth, or other situations that did not suit him......

On the other side of the wall there was another jolt, and the wooden furniture "clucked", a steady, small oscillation continued, occasionally with the whispered shouts of the priest.

As he had heard in the cheap tavern in the Sant ghetto, Tarrant immediately understood what was happening next door, primitive and irrelevant to him, and he tiptoed back to the table for Snow Day.

"Ahh

Does she like to get the attention of other people in everything she does, Tarrant lay back under the covers, and he struggled to regain his serenity, the damn clash of limbs began to increase, and Kira Veton moaned loudly without hesitation.

Tarrant was inexplicably depressed, he felt that his breathing was affected by some mysterious force and was uncomfortable, the murmur entered his consciousness from his ears, he could almost imagine the expressions, states, movements and even postures of those two people, he didn't need to be so uncomfortable but couldn't control this feeling.

With a male scream, the room fell silent.

Tarrant looked at the pitch-black ceiling, why did he feel depressed, there was really no reason, she had the right to do anything.

"A scumbag who peeps into other people's worlds", says Tarrant, adding that everyone has their own life, and all he should do now is continue to sleep instead of struggling in the dark.

A man's voice whispered an unfamiliar word, "...... Sub...... "Accent problem, Tarrant could only hear the language common to the whole continent.

Kira Vidon's chanting.

What are they doing?Tarrant sat up alertly, perhaps he had guessed wrong in the first place

There was a violent crash on the wall, and the weight was pushed against the wall, followed by more steady impacts.

“...... Fast...... ...... pressed down," Kiraveton's hurried cry came faintly.

Tarrant only felt a pain in his head, he couldn't continue to sleep, the sound was enough to destroy his state of mind, and what was even more terrifying was that the movement next door was getting louder and louder, almost a tragic battle, and he got out of bed.

Extrapolating from the position of the moon, the time is about early in the morning... Hoping that someone downstairs could provide some food, Tarrant pushed the door open, and the sound of wandering was stirring throughout the aisle, and the male's breath was like a strong snort of a manticore-tailed tiger hunting, the same primitive and full of wildness.

The candles were lit downstairs and a man was sitting at a table at the counter, he had been sitting with Tony for a drink yesterday afternoon, presumably a tavern laborer, "Paladin?" he saw the man on the stairs, "Are you going out?".

"No", Tarrant walked downstairs, "Is there any wine?".

"Wait a minute," the man got up.

"Why haven't you rested yet?" Tarrant asked.

"The Green Leaf Forest is open 24 hours a day", the man smiled, "At least that's what Doris introduced to everyone, she stipulates that someone has to stay here every night, dragon wine or rontenay?"

"Beer," Tarrant sat at the table the man had just sat at, "Doris is very welcoming, so enthusiastic that people dare not refuse, and the room rate of the green leaf forest must be comparable to her service." ”

"Hahaha, don't worry, the vigilantes will take care of that", the man handed Tarrant a glass of beer, "Actually, even the low price can't change our bad business here, you should have noticed that the rooms upstairs are mostly empty, the sailors don't like places where there are no dancing girls and no gambling fists, and the poor devils would rather spend a gold coin on a girl in a short skirt than throw it here, service is secondary." If it weren't for the care of the locals, it would have closed its doors. ”

"Then why don't you cater to the sailors' hobbies?" asked Tarrant curiously, "there are quite a few sailors in the town of Zenco. ”

"Doris didn't like them, they were too rude, I remember last year...... Maybe the year before, a few orc sailors got drunk here, they wanted to have fun, and frightened the other guests, Doris lifted one of them and threw it out of the door, the orcs called the whole ship of animals, they smashed everything they saw here, the security army came fifty people, maybe sixty", the man rubbed his eyes, "After that, Doris stipulated that the Green Leaf Forest Tavern only accepts people who use copper Serenzo coins, haha, the orcs only have Comoch coins in their pockets." ”

"The damage was probably heavy," Tarrant took a sip, Doris was good except for her appearance.

"Of course. She's only going to squeeze out of our paychecks, and see, I only have two hundred copper coins a week, and she'll drop it down to one hundred and eighty or less at any moment, and only Tony and I can stand such cheap treatment, and the other taverns have at least two hundred and twenty copper coins, plus free performances at work. Did you see the Sailor's Nation on your way? it was the best tavern in town, and each waiter was paid four hundred and fifty copper coins. ”

"Oh, but Doris is still generous, and she is willing to offer the troubadour a free dinner. ”

The man lowered his head and thought for a moment, "She doesn't really care about how much money she makes, she just wants to be happy, and getting everyone together, and that's the only comfort I can get here, she's a good person", he turned his eyes to the cup in Tarrant's hand, "Do you want some more?".

"No", Tarrant took a sip, "I don't know what you call it yet?"

"My name is Gukad, they call me Laoka", Gukad rubbed his palms against each other, his smile rolled into dry wrinkles, he was at least forty-five years old.

Tarrant noticed a thick callus on the other man's palm, "Did you work in the tavern before?"

Gukhad looked at his hand, "...... Well...... No, I used to like to travel everywhere. ”

"Adventurer," Tarant nodded, formed with heavy weapons.

“...... No, I'm a sailor, I sail on a boat, I'm in charge of the sails, and the cables are so thick as my wrist that the average person can't handle them, and if you're not careful when the wind is strong, you'll be thrown overboard...... "It was a stormy night, and the cable flew like a python on the mast, and he was smashed here by a knot," a young man ......said, "and he flew out like sand in front of the sea, and he left nothing but blood on the deck, and his cry was swallowed up by the night." ”

"I'm sorry......" Tarrant bowed his head, a moment of silence for the victims.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's a lot to happen at sea, it's lucky to be alive", Gukhad put down his hand, "When I was young, there was a crew member on the ship, he had a strange disease, he was always weak, the whole person was mentally exhausted, we all called him 'Spiritless Aji', secretly we all thought it was caused by the lack of women's 'care'", Gukhad smiled calmly, "He doesn't like to get off the ship, he doesn't have fun with us, he is really a bad sailor from this point of view...... Then his body began to swell, he vomited blood, and he had strange bruises on his arms, as if someone had beaten him, and we realized that he was sick, very sick, and we gave him the best wine and meat on board...... It didn't work, the Grim Reaper had reserved his bed, he kept moaning on the bed, the stench came out of his mouth, it was the smell of rot, every breath he had to use all his energy, the bruises spread all over his body, damn the wounds, I stayed by his side all the time, no one touched a finger of him at all......"

"Yes......" Tarrant looked at him in surprise, "what's the reason for that?"

"I was young, I was terrified, do you know what it's like to be haunted by ghosts? everyone on the boat thinks there's something next to Aggie, it's death," Gukhad sighed, "it took me three years to get it out of my nightmare, I changed boats, it only took a short route, and if I saw that again, I could run away immediately." ”

"Didn't you give birth after that?". Tarrant asked.

"Not around, but I've heard of it a few times, and the experienced crew calls it 'Khadily', I don't know what it is, the name of the man, or the name of the Grim Reaper, or maybe a martyr, and I've heard that whoever gets Khadilly must disembark immediately, and he has a small chance of avoiding the eyes of Death, but he will never be able to set foot on deck again. ”

The atmosphere was a bit dead, as if the "Khadiley" was in the tavern at the moment.

“...... For everyone's health, we should have a drink", Tarrant raised his glass.

"Doris will be angry, her fist is harder than a hammer", said Gucard, who still walked towards the keg.

"Your vivid descriptions will give me nightmares too. ”

"It's nothing, it's the story of the death route that you will remember for the rest of your life", Gukhad poured two glasses of wine and sat down, "for a healthy body." ”

After the cups collided, the two gulped freely.

Tarrant wiped the corners of his mouth, "Where is the death route?"

"Hahaha, a lot, I'm talking about this one from Komohe, over Hornagar and destined for Donalons. ”

"Short routes," Tarrant wondered, "as far as I know, there is no danger along the way. ”

"You're referring to inland routes, and I'm talking about the open sea, which can save about ten days and can exempt Honagar from taxes, and many contraband, such as Komohe's tobacco and Donalons' horns, can only be transported by guò by sea, and if you can carry some zircon along the way, the profit is even more terrible, this is a route paved with blood and gold coins. ”

"Fight the mouthshark for gold", the waters off Honagar are rich in the most ferocious mouthsharks, and Tarrant knows this.

"After all, they're just brutes, you have to learn how to be with them, you have to know the rules of their game, they like meat, we'll prepare it, and when the ship arrives in Honagar, they'll follow you, and you'll have to keep throwing mixed flesh at the stern, and keep throwing it. ”

"What did your ship transport?"

"Everything, I can't remember. There I went back and forth several times, each time for twenty gold coins, which was a large sum of money, enough for me to face any danger, until I saw the wrecked ship, a small boat, they must have not brought enough gifts, the deck was torn into sawdust, the sea was full of dark brown liquid, those expensive tobacco boxes floated at our feet, no one dared to take them, there were two holes in a face in the distance, and one eyeball was missing,...... I don't want to reminisce anymore, it will make me miss breakfast. ”

The bloody scene came to the minds of the two, and the two exchanged glasses in silence.

"Speaking of the mouth shark reminds me of a man", Taran Concession popped up again with someone he hadn't remembered for a long time, "a despicable man, ...... in the docks of Siant" He slowly recounted to Gukad the story of thousands of gold coins being swept away, and Tarrant was now able to tell it as a bystander, no longer annoyed by the guy.

"Hahahaha", Gucard laughed after hearing the story, "4700 gold coins, I would never dare to imagine in my life, your loss is a hundred times worse than Doris's." ”

"This lesson tells me that I can't trust everyone," Tarrant smiled wryly.

"Yes, yes, that makes sense. Don't you think of anything when you hear his name? Normal people don't like that kind of creature. ”

Strange footsteps sounded weak on the stairs, and the two stopped talking and looked over.

A figure rolls down the stairs and crashes into the guardrail.

Chapter Eighty-Three: Sleepless