The two had already finished their dinner, and were watching with great interest the performance of the bards in the tavern, which was almost full, and many people stood by the wall. The singing of the singers and the playing of the mandolin drowned out the conversation between the two, but it also made it difficult for them to hear what the other was saying, and the surroundings were too noisy.

Fern decided to go upstairs early, so he got up and held out his right hand to Queai. "Beautiful lady, may I invite you to sit upstairs in the room?" In order to maintain the natural effect, although the mercenary knew that what he said at this time could not be heard by anyone except Quiai, he still proceeded according to the pre-agreed plan.

Quiai smiled shyly, and the mage placed his left hand in the mercenary's hand and slowly stood up. "I accept your invitation, but I'm just sitting for a while. ”

"It won't be long, I promise. At this, Fern smiled unconsciously, as if he was doing something bad.

Fern held Quiai's hand aloft as the two made their way through the crowd and headed upstairs. The guests who were drinking on both sides looked at them with a knowing smile on their faces.

Fern closed the door behind him, leaned back against it and listened for a moment before he walked over to the chair and sat down, where Quiai had been sitting for a while. The two of them sat like this, silent for a long time.

Quiai began to feel a little drowsy and decided to break the silence. "It would be nice if we didn't need to run tonight. ”

Fern looked up at the mage. "If you don't need to escape, I'll send you back to the Mage Tower, you shouldn't stay here. ”

"Fern, I thought you'd be a little more aware of girls after three months, but it doesn't seem like you've grown at all. A hint of disappointment flashed across Quiai's face.

"It's not that I don't understand, it's just that it's too early to talk about this, and I'm afraid it will delay you. The mercenary walked over to the closet and began to straighten his clothes.

"You still don't understand, Fern, you don't understand anything. Quiai stood up, walked behind the mercenary, and hugged him from behind with his hands outstretched. "I don't care what happens in the future, as long as I can be with you. ”

"But I care, I don't want to hurt you. Fern sighed, broke free of Quiai's hand, and piled the laundry on the bed.

Kuiai didn't say anything, but folded the clothes on the bed one by one and put them in the mercenary's package.

It was late at night, and the noise downstairs was no longer as noisy as before, and the singers no longer sang, but slowly played the mandolin, and occasionally there was the laughter of a few people.

"It's time, and while this bard wasn't what I expected, it shouldn't cause us any trouble. With that, the mercenary handed the sword and the package to Quiai. "These are all for you, so they don't suspect that I want to go, wait for my whistle, and then come down the window with them. ”

Quiai took the sword and the package, and hugged it tightly to his chest. "Be careful, Fern. ”

Fern nodded, turned and walked briskly out of the room.

In the tavern, most of the customers have left, only a small number of customers are still drinking and chatting, and some drunk drunks have collapsed on the table. The mercenary's gaze quickly swept over the two people who were drinking in the corner, and then pretended not to see them, and walked leisurely towards the kitchen. As he passed the bard, Fern caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that he seemed to be looking at him, but now that he was not allowed to do anything unplanned, he had to pretend to nod to the bard and take a quick look at him. His forehead was covered by a wide hat, gray hair protruding from under the brim, and wrinkles on his face indicated that he must be very old. But there was nothing strange about this, the only thing that caught Fern in mind was the eyes of the chanter, bright and full of wisdom, as if in this brief moment of staring at each other, the mercenary could see through it.

Fern didn't stop long, walked briskly into the kitchen, and yelled at the cook. "Bring me a roasted lamb chop and toast, and a jug of ale, the best, I'll wait here, and I'll take it upstairs." ”

The chef didn't let his emotions appear in his tone, although his face was dissatisfied. "Dear sir, you can go upstairs first, and I'll have someone bring it up when it's done. ”

"I have a beautiful lady in my room, I'm afraid it's not very convenient, I'd better take it myself. Fern deliberately said the latter words loud so that people outside the kitchen could hear them.

"Well, as you wish. The chef didn't say much and began to prepare the food.

Fern walked up to the cook, quickly shoved a silver coin into his hand, made a silent gesture, and then, under the chef's astonished gaze, crept out of the door that connected to the stables on the other side.

Mavlogan was alone in the stable, and he was sleeping on a haystack when he heard Fern coming in, and immediately opened his eyes and looked at him puzzled. "Hello, sir, but are you going out on horseback at such a late hour?"

"I'm hungry, so I'll ask the chef to prepare some food and come and see it while I'm okay. Fern looked around pretending not to care.

"There's nothing here, except these horses, and this grass, and it smells terrible. Logan grumbled.

"Then why are you still here so late, your work should be done. The mercenary asked with a smile.

"Oh, I forgot to tidy up these weeds, I was still getting them just now, and I fell asleep. As he spoke, the groom picked up the iron fork on one side and began to fork the hay that had just been placed under his buttocks.

"How long have you been here, and how is the salary?" Fern watched Logan's unskilled movements and slowly walked towards him.

Logan was still trying his best to be proficient. "It's been three years, and the salary ...... The salary is not much, but it is enough for me to support myself......" Suddenly, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and as soon as his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, without even making a sound.

"Sorry, man. Fern rubbed his hands and dragged Logan down the wall to lean against it, then let go of the cloud's reins and touched its neck to soothe it. "We're about to go. ”

Fern tiptoed open the wooden fence of the stable, led the clouds out, and looked behind him alertly. Well, no one noticed, Fern thought, and immediately turned on his horse and let the clouds trot towards his room.

As soon as he ran down the street outside the main entrance of the inn, Fern noticed that on either side of the inn, a figure that had been sitting quickly stood up, and in the room across the street, another person was walking towards the door.

Hell, Fern grabbed the reins of the dark clouds and soon reached the bottom of his room, where the whistle was already sounding from the mercenary's mouth a few steps away. The window flashed a figure, then it was immediately opened, and a slender figure flew out of the window, sitting right behind Fern on horseback.

"Catch them, they're going to run away!" shouted a figure running from behind.

Another figure stood in the way ahead. "Stop! In the name of the Mage Tower, I order you to stop!"

"To hell with your mage tower!" Fern roared, pulling the reins hard, and the clouds raised their front hooves and fled to the side in fright. Then the clouds spread the horse's hooves and ran quickly, pushing aside the last figure trying to block them.

"Follow them, I'll inform the others!"

"We don't have horses, how can we keep up with them? ”

The shouts grew softer and softer behind him until they were completely inaudible. Lott was very quiet late at night, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street, except for a few drunken drunkards who staggered to avoid the dark clouds, and the two never ran into anyone until they reached the exit west of Lot.