"Well—thank you for your answer," said Tarrant, relieved though he didn't get any meaningful clues, and even he himself wondered at the momentary affection, "pour a glass." ”

Gilaviton gave him the mug in her hand, "Where are you from?" and she stretched out her arms on the bar, tired.

"The woods, a stream, yesterday and today, or last night's dream and this morning", Tarrant saw the red lip print on the cup, but instead of deliberately avoiding it, he continued to take a sip of the ordinary beer at the place of the lip print.

"Morning? Are you sure it's morning?"

"No—I guess, the light wasn't strong enough, and I'm not hungry. ”

"Hah, maybe it'll be dark in the next second", the priest shook his head, apparently experiencing a strange time shift as well.

"So...... Where are you from?"

"Very bad," Kira Veton said, putting his head down, "do you know what I saw when I woke up?!Big tree, my cloak wrapped around a tree!I'm about fifteen feet off the ground!"

"It's not that high," Tarrant couldn't help laughing.

"It's not the trees that're bad, it's the abominable longhorns! There's a longhorn directly below me! it's about that big!" Kirawiton gestured excitedly, gesturing a huge figure, "and it just looked up at me, its horns raised high. ”

"What's the danger to you, at least you'll be able to eat it, and I'm already hungry," Tarrant patted his stomach.

"No! there's more," Kirawiton slammed the bar. "It's a ram! What the hell is it going to do!"

Tarrant resisted the urge to laugh, "And how do you do that?"

"Of course it wants me to fall, and then it pounces on my back and holds me down with its two front hooves. The other three legs rubbed together desperately, and I had seen how a sailor tossed an ewe, oh! damn it, it was the nastiest brute I've ever seen," Gilavidon snatched the cup and drank it down.

"Maybe it's just trying to catch you. ”

"With that big-thick-long-pointed-horn?ha, I changed four positions in the tree, and each time the beast followed, very experienced." Kira Veton pulled a mug from the bar and poured two more beers.

"I wish it was alive now." Tarrant rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

"It's a pity, it's dead", the priest raised his leather boots, which were stained with some red mud at the bottom.

The two silently drank a drink.

"Guess what time it is?" Tarrant looked out the door. The light was still so peaceful, and the halfling gathered around to observe the two of them.

"I think it's eleven o'clock at noon, or maybe it's twelve o'clock, and if you say it's already one o'clock I'm fine, two o'clock...... Damn, I don't know, it's getting dark, right?"

Tarrant shrugged, raised his glass, and the two touched. "What do you think about the location?"

"I don't know, there's nothing special along the road, the halflings here are idiots. They only know half the vocabulary. ”

9, Tarrant stood up, "Where 9 is, he may know." ”

"I've been scared away by you, 9 is the mayor and 251 is the tavernkeeper. ”

"...... you?" Tarrant looked at the priest sternly.

"Yes. Yes, I've been here in my dreams. I shook hands with them, I asked them to kiss my breasts, we danced on the grass, and a halfling climbed into my skirt," Kira Veton sneered, "They don't know anything but their numbers. ”

Tarrant sighed, unable to cope, but at least one of his teammates by his side reassured him a little, "We should use Nicole's way of thinking to answer what she would do with us." ”

"Fools in the world of fools understand, didn't your father tell you this proverb?"

Daddy is a common word used by dwarves, usually expressing contempt, and Tarrant put down his cup, "Your father taught you this?"

Kira Veton also put down the cup, the two glared at each other, all eyes focused on a line, she jerked forward and almost hid in the paladin's arms, but Tarrant still nimbly dodged away, and the priest stepped back in disappointment, "Pathetic paladin, I would like you to be that ram." ”

"You want me to be a 'dirty brute'? ”

Kira Veton touched her earlobe, "Sometimes what women say is indecency is compliment, even those ladies and young ladies and princesses, what they expect is not hypocritical politeness, 'please', 'excuse me', 'okay', how boring, how cold, I am sure what they need is rough, tough, and furious, to completely crush their original indifferent world." ”

"So- I don't want to be complimented like that," Tarrantra sat down two steps away.

The two drank another drink in silence.

"See my wife?" asked Kira Veton.

"No," Tarrant was equally concerned, "will she have found a way to leave us here?"

"She's not like a smart person. ”

"Maybe she's the 'fool,'" Tarrant stood up.

"If she had hung from the tree, I don't think she would have appeared. ”

"She needs some guidance, she can't find her way in the woods, she must be lost, we'll give her some signals", Tarrant strode out, the halfling silently retreated, and several halfling children with bottles in their hands stood in place.

"What are you going to do?" said Kira Veton, drinking from both glasses.

Tarrant looked around the street, and there was a tower in the distance, "Put a signal smoke there, and she'll see." ”

"Well, hopefully she can see. ”

Tarrant crouched down and beckoned to the children, "Hey, do you want more gifts?" Several children ran to the side and nodded, Tarrant patted the spirit pattern bag, "Do me a favor, I need wood, and water, is there a well here?"

"There's water over there," the child replied

"Very good, a bucket of water, wood, I'll wait there, understand?"

A child pointed to the spirit pattern bag, "What's inside?"

"A lot of magical things", Tarrant blinked, and the children ran away together, the surrounding halflings continued to look at each other, and Tarrant whispered to the priest, "Don't you think it's strange, this town seems to be defenseless, they are afraid of you, but there is no organization like the vigilante to intervene." ”

"Not only that, but the town doesn't have weapons, they don't know the word 'weapon', they don't know how to build, they don't know how to farm, they don't know what 'dreams' are. ”

"I saw a halfling yesterday, and he didn't know me when I saw it again today," Tarrant said as he walked towards the tower, "I'm curious about what's going on in this town, and the woods, where maybe there's a great grandmaster gardener."

Kirawiton pointed around, "A new town, look at the ground, the walls, it's all new, there are no bumps or chips, no signs of age, it's been built for no more than three months. ”

"Last night...... No, I saw lava in my dreams", Tarrant turned to look at the priest, "hidden under a mountain peak, do you know how there is such a place in redstone?"

The priest shook his head.

It's like playing a mysterious puzzle, they get a few pieces of it, but it's still a long way from the final answer, "alas", Tarrant stopped in front of the iron door of the tower, a lock, strange impulse, he swung his sword and cut the chains and pushed the door open, the empty house, without any utensils, and there was no dust on the ground, as Kira Veton said, new, "these buildings are all in the human style", he stopped in front of the window of the staircase," The scout port is based on the height of a human being, and the halfling cannot see the outside at all, and the width of the road is for the carriage, and the halfling cannot control the carriage. ”

"Don't you think those halflings are very pretty, much prettier than the guys in the national capital. ”

"And then?" Tarrant didn't notice that in particular.

"Halflings are an ugly race, but these people are beautiful and somewhat similar to each other", Kirawiton touched the wall, "I have a hunch that there is a problem with the town, but with those people. ”