Chapter Seventy-Four

The Green Leaf Forest Tavern was a tavern with creamy yellow walls painted in the southwest of the town of Genco, and when Tarrant was helped through the door by the soldiers, several of the drinkers inside looked at him curiously, the bandage on his right arm and the wooden frame firmly holding his body in place, making him look like a poor handicap. (）

The tavern had already been introduced by the soldiers on the road, and it was deserted compared to the bustling night market of Wako, where the loud-voiced sailors were rarely seen due to the lack of dancing girls and gambling tables, and the customers here were mostly Genko townspeople.

"You can stay here for free during this time, and the security forces will take care of your expenses, food, and lodging," the soldier said to Tarrant as he walked to the counter in a deliberately low voice that was audible enough for the rest of the tavern to hear, "If you're going out for a walk, don't go too far, and don't ...... Leave the protection of the security forces. ”

Tarrant observed the people around him, they were ordinary townspeople, there were no adventurers, and the townspeople were more sensitive to strangers than sailors, because their lives were always boring. Ordinary situations, and at the same time they will want to have a surprise plot, such as a theft in the home of a local nobleman, or a girl's love history, some normal things will also become their topic, they will try to find other people's fun, secretly care about all kinds of unusual things, the sheriff chooses this tavern not only because it is quiet but also because it is full of informants, and the townspeople will keep an eye on Tarrant.

Kira Velton's appearance attracts the attention of the male drinkers, their eyes shining maliciously.

"Sir," a stout woman sitting at the table by the counter, her arms thicker than the legs, her face pitted like a swamp, and her short, greasy turban wrapped in a dirty turban, seemed to be the owner of the place, "How many rooms do you want?"

"These two, and one more mage," the soldier looked at Tarrant and replied after a moment's consideration, "two." ”

Tarrant's attention was still on the woman's face, and he rarely expressed an opinion on her appearance, but the one in front of him ...... She may have been an orc, or she could have been forever remembered by a battle.

"Okay, two rooms, we have the best service in the town of Genco here", the woman stood up, her figure was like a wooden barrel, the kind of round barrel bulging in the middle, just looking at her back, I am afraid it is difficult to guess her gender.

"No", Tarrant came back to his senses, "three, let's ......" he gestured to "one room for one person".

The soldier rubbed the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry, I thought you were together, three rooms." ”

"Two rooms will do," Kiraweton leaned feebly against the counter.

"Sanma, we all need a good rest," Tarrant said to the woman.

"Three rooms, prepare immediately, do you want to have some wine first, you can't miss the wine here when you come to Genke Town. ”

"Rontenny", Tarrant stopped at the top of the stairs, "wouldn't mind taking us to the room first", his armor had to be taken off, it almost stinked.

"Please follow me", the sturdy back walked upstairs.

There was no old grinding sound on the staircase, and the condition was better than that of Andreas.

"Are you adventurers, or are you from the army, and it looks like a very tragic battle", the woman looked back at Tarrant's armor from time to time, and the blood stains and wounds would be a powerful clue to Tarrant's identity.

"Just a tired passerby," Tarrant replied in an obscure way.

Behind the priest added: "They are in the harbor to help defend against pirates. ”

"Ah, the harbor?" the woman looked exaggeratedly surprised, "you saw the pirates at noon?"

Tarrant didn't answer, the doors of the rooms on either side were tightly closed, and no sound could be heard, "Which rooms are empty?"

"They're mostly empty, except for the two at the top of the stairs," the woman laughed bummerly, "how about the three? Facing the sun, it's going to be warm in the morning," she opened one of the doors.

The walls are decorated with warm yellow wallpaper, cabinets, wardrobes, desks, large beds, sand, rare neat configurations, clean glass allows sunlight to perfectly bake the floor and makes the room warmer than in the hallway, there is no odor, the rooms in small hotels generally have mildew caused by dampness, this hotel is very well kept, Tarrant nodded in satisfaction, he looked sideways to Kira Veton for advice.

"Right here," the pastor walked into the room.

"I'll sleep in this room," Tarrant said, "you and Katrina sleep in two of them." ”

Kira Veton was already lying on the soft bed, "Bring me two cups of dragon wine." ”

"Two glasses of dragon wine", the boss nodded vigorously, "And another glass of Rontenny, right?" ”

Kira Witton spread her hands and feet, "Hurry up, I'm almost asleep." ”

Tarrant did not repeat his advice, he playfully exited the room and closed the door for the lady, the next room was the same configuration, only slightly changed in the layout of the furniture, "nice hotel", he said to the soldier, "thank Donatello for me." ”

The soldier raised his hand and gave a simple salute, "Have a nice time in Wilsing." ”

"I'll make sure they get the best treatment", the boss smiled flatteringly, "feel free to call me if there's anything you need", she walked towards the staircase, "oh" she remembered something, "my name is Doris, and everyone calls me Aunt Doris." ”

Tarrant, who was enthusiastic about this boss, winked in understanding, "Another of our teammates ......," he asked the soldier.

"She must be in church, we will send her over later, don't worry. ”

"Okay", Tarrant's right hand barely swung to say goodbye to the soldier, he walked into the room and threw the armor of his right arm in his arms on the ground, looking at the thick bandage he was very helpless, this was an unlucky day, even the sitting posture was not smooth, the slight movement of his right hand made him have the urge to cry, the vacation in Wilsin became a recuperation, he sighed, the plan should not be like this, his left hand carefully unfastened the breastplate and the armor skirt, thanks to the damn pirate, Tarrant is afraid that it will take dozens of minutes to complete even taking off the armor.

"You have to beg me to let you go," a childish voice outside the window.

"I don't want to," another voice said, like he was about ten years old.

Tarrant walked to the window, and downstairs there were three children, the tawny curly child, who was slightly taller, thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other two short children, who looked to be about ten years old, with wooden swords in their hands.

"I'm Chief Wilsing," the tall boy proudly raised his sword and gestured in front of the other two.

"This time it should be my turn to be the chief of Wilsing," said a golden boy.

"Run, I'm going to start counting", the tall boy turned his back and shook his wooden sword, "One"

The two little boys looked at each other hesitantly.

"Two"

Together, they ran to the opposite path.

"Three" The boy turned back to look for his target, and he grinned and shouted, "I'm here to get you"

Tarrant watched the laughter burrow into the building opposite, a scene that appeared in everyone's childhood, where every boy longed to uphold justice and become a hero, but few people could sustain this desire for the rest of their lives.

"Your wine", Doris stopped at the door.

"Okay, thanks", Tarrant took the cup as he tried to avoid that face.

"The lady next door was already asleep and I put the wine at her bedside in the hope that she would wake up and see", Doris explains her meticulous work.

"Well, she'll thank you", Tarrant sipped, wonderful taste, it felt amazing to be back in town.

"Are you a warrior?". Doris asked curiously, "Good at defense...... Hard ...... Big guy," she described stiffly.

She was supposed to be referring to the defender, "No", Tarrant didn't like to be used as a talking point for boring moments, he turned his back to her, it was a very direct refusal, "I'm a paladin." ”

"Oh," her tone was full of false admiration, "Paladins are here to defend justice, I like Paladins, they fill Cerenso with love. ”

Tarrant almost choked on alcohol, and he didn't know where the woman had heard such a slogan, which was ridiculous.

"I've heard that there are hundreds of pirates in the harbor today," Doris said, "and their rampant rampant is terrifying, and I didn't expect them to dare to come to Wilsing." ”

She seemed to want to win Tarrant's sympathy, and Tarrant continued to take a sip of Rontenny and replied coldly, "Well, indeed. ”

"Did they rob anything? Usually the security forces at the port will be able to deal with them," Doris said louder, "but I have heard that this time the situation is very serious. ”

"Oh?" Tarrant pretended to be confused.

"The pirates had a great plan, and they used a ...... What powder, you must have seen it, this is a terrible thing, how can such dangerous things get into the hands of pirates, and the security forces should punish those merchants severely. ”

Tarrant shrugged, "You're right. ”

Doris took perfunctory care of encouragement, and she spoke of the pirates' misdeeds for the past two years, and praised Donatello's vigilantes until her glass was empty, "Do you need it?"

"No, I'm going to rest for a while", Tarrant kicked the armor on the ground and piled them in the corner.

"What a beautiful sword," Doris said, as she showed Snow on the table, "you must have punished a lot of criminals with it." ”

"You don't mind if I take a break?" Tarrant was about to take it anymore, and a woman as strong as a bear was as curious as a teenage girl, life here must be too ordinary.

"Of course, of course," Doris finally understood Tarrant's intentions unmistakably, and she exited the room, "Call me anytime you need to." ”

Tarrant leaned against the sand, leaning to the left, and during this time he had inexplicably developed the habit of staring at the ceiling, he stared at the corner of the roof, where there was nothing, he just looked numbly and intently.

After about half an hour, the loud voice of Doris downstairs again disturbed the process of Tarrant's self-calm: "They are resting upstairs, and I will take you up." ”

Tarrant sat up straight, he didn't want Katrina to see his tense nerves.

"Did you meet the pirates in the harbor too, and were you not hurt?" Doris's voice kept asking, and she stopped at the door, "That pretty girl lives in this room, and the paladin lives in this room." ”

Catrina appeared in the doorway, "Tarrant, what's wrong with your hand?"

Tarrant struggled to raise the corners of his mouth, "The Stone Guardian bruised my arm, I need to fix it", Katrina looked tired, but it shouldn't be hurt, Tarrant breathed a sigh of relief, "You look a little tired, take a nap." ”

"Hello", another figure appeared next to Katrina, a petite girl, about twenty-five years old, with a delicate face, wearing a loose pale red plain skirt, "I'm the sheriff chaplain, Evie. ”

"Hello", Tarrant looked at the priest quickly, no weapons, no strong muscles, thinner than Katrina, from the way she dressed and smiled, Tarrant felt that she was a sincere person, "I'm Tarrant, thank you for sending her here." ”

"Katrina has already introduced me", Evie kept smiling, "Aunt Doris, is the room ready, our guests are tired." ”

"Of course, I'm always ready, come this way," Doris said, leading the way into the aisle.

Katrina held her forehead, "I'm still dizzy." ”

"I'll be fine with a good night's sleep," Tarrant watched as she walked into the room.

"Good mage," Evie walked into Tarrant's room, "let's talk." ”

Chapter Seventy-Four