It took some effort for Fern to convince Miruria to go to the tavern and ask which cook was preparing dinner for the mages, and the mercenary repeatedly instructed the scouts of some of the women's usual methods of getting out of men's mouths, and Miluria pursed her lips and listened, until her face turned red. When Fern had finished speaking, Miruria sat down on the stairs and twisted her head to the other side, apparently not wanting to take on the errand at all.

Eventually, after Fern had thought of some compromise alternatives to some of these methods, the scout agreed. Miruria walked back and forth in the cellar several times, finally mustering up the courage to nod to the mercenary, and the two of them carefully got out of the cellar together.

The streets were calm, there was no sign of the mage, not even the locals, and the arrival of the soldiers made the mage not dare to be too presumptuous. The two of them walked as vigilantly as they could, knowing that the mage must still be searching for them in town, and Fern was glad that Bainbridge was not a small village, otherwise they would have nowhere to hide.

After crossing two relatively large streets, Miruria stopped at a fork in the road, leaning against the wall and pretending to rest. "That's it. The scout glanced at a tavern across the street.

"Just do what you just said, you go and ask which chef it is first, and I'll take care of the rest. Fern glanced in the direction of the tavern, then simply sat down on the floor and rested.

"Can't you solve it together? I'm really ...... Can't do that. Miruria grimaced, making her last struggle.

"Miruria, it's much better for you to ask than I do, and then it's much more convenient for me to talk to them with the answers you get, and if I go in the first place, they'll blast me out without saying a few words. Fern looked up at the scout.

Miruria took a deep breath and walked towards the tavern. For the first five minutes, the mercenary looked nervously at the tavern door, fearing that the scout would eventually beat up the cooks inside and then be kicked out again. But ten minutes passed, and there was nothing else except for the two customers who walked out of the tavern, and Fern sat up straight and paid attention to the movement around him.

Twenty minutes later, the scout came out of the tavern puffing out of the tavern and stood beside Fern. "I'll never do this kind of errand again, even if I am left alone to face a demon, I will never do it again!"

"It looks like it worked. Fern slowly stood up. "What's the chef's name?"

"Preece. Miruria frowned, her eyes full of resentment against the mercenary. "Fern, I'm never going to listen to you again, those men are really ...... If I were in Doyle, I would have cut off their hands!"

"What did they do to you?" the mercenary asked with a forced smile.

"They...... They touched me. Miruria bowed her head, blushing to the base of her ears.

"You didn't knock you down, or our plans would have gone down in vain. Fern feigned concern.

"No, I slapped each of those two men. But they ...... They were still smiling and enjoying themselves, which was really dirty. The scout couldn't say any more. "I don't want to say any more, you hurry up and do what you have to do, I'm here to help you watch. ”

Fern shrugged his shoulders and took the vial of poison from the scout's hand. "Look at me. ”

The mercenary stepped into the tavern, took a gold coin from his belt and threw it directly to the boss, shouting loudly. "I'm going to have a good meal today, I heard that Preece's craftsmanship is good, where he is, I'm going to see him myself to see if his cooking meets my requirements. ”

"Of course, sir, the kitchen is here, please. The tavern keeper tightened his grip on the gold coins and lowered his head as he led Fern into the kitchen. "It's the short, bald one. ”

Priss had already heard Fern's shouting and greeted him with a smile on his face. "What kind of wind is blowing today, just now a beautiful chick came to play with me, and now gold has been delivered to the door. ”

Seeing Pris's greedy expression, Fern couldn't help but want to slap him hard for Miruria. The chef's meaty face was shiny, and his eyes were shining as he looked at the mercenary, and the saliva in his mouth seemed to be about to drip from the corners of his mouth. "You're Pris, hear from the townspeople that you cook good food, even the fastidious mages love to eat it?"

"Sir, you really have the discernment, you know that mages have the most discerning tastes, it's not that I boast, in Bainbridge, if it weren't for me, those mages would have starved to death. Preece triumphantly touched the top of his head, which had few hairs.

"I've always wanted to try what the mages eat, what they usually eat, can you give me an eye-opening?" Fern quietly slipped a gold coin into the cook's hand.

Preece's eyes almost lit up, and he spoke louder. "Of course, of course, over there, please follow me. ”

Ten jars are neatly arranged on a table in the corner of the kitchen, each filled with hearty food, from beef to vegetables. "They eat really well. ”

"Yes, and only I can do it, how about it, can it be seen?, but I must warn you, that my price is not low, and certainly not a problem for you, sir. Preece looked at Fern with a smile, looking very lewd.

Fern pulled Priss aside, took out twenty gold coins from his bosom, and weighed them in his hand, and Pris's eyes straightened. "This ...... Well, sir, how many copies are you going to buy? Do you have a whole patrol with you?"

"To tell you the truth, Pres, those mages stole one of my treasures, and that treasure is important to me, and I must take it back, but you see that there are so many of them, how can I beat them. Fern picked up a gold coin, put it to his mouth, blew it, and quickly put it to his ear.

Preece swallowed. "I don't understand, sir, what do you want me to do?"

"You're such a smart guy, Pree, and I've loved working with smart guys the most. Fern smiled and patted the chef on the shoulder. "If there's a chance you can get these twenty gold coins, will you help me?"

The cook wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his forehead was still shining. "Sir, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I can't afford to mess with those mages. As he spoke, Pres's eyes never took off the gold coins in the mercenary's hand.

"Rest assured, all you need to do is add some of this to their food. Fern pulled out the vial.

"You're going to kill them!" Press looked around in fright, making sure no one was watching them, before lowering his voice. "This is a traitor to be hanged, I don't dare. ”

"This poison doesn't kill people, it just makes them temporarily incapacitated. Fern pulled the cook closer. "As long as you pour these pills in, you don't have to worry about the rest, I promise you that they will be fine, I just want to get my stuff back, I have no interest in their lives, understand?"

Press was still hesitating, and the glow of the gold coin dazzled him. "But what if they come to me to settle accounts after they're restored?"

"It's not simple, I'll teach you a way, you see, this is Ogden's territory, so many soldiers are stationed nearby, you wait for those mages to come and take their dinner, then go and tell those soldiers that there are mages who killed people in Bainbridge, just let the soldiers solve them, the relationship between Ogden and the mage tower is notoriously poor, and the soldiers won't care." Fern tossed the coin in his hand, and the coins slammed into each other with a seductive sound.

"Why do those soldiers believe me? Those mages are lying on the ground, how can they kill people?" Preece looked at Fern in confusion.

"I'll have all of this ready, I said it, all you have to do is pour this into their food. Fern held up the vial again. "As for going to the police, it's for your own good, and you can choose not to do it. ”

"Yes, of course, I don't want to be caught by those mages. Priese swallowed again. "Then it's decided, twenty gold coins, not a single one is missing!"

"Of course, I'll give it to you now, you don't have to worry. Fern put the twenty gold coins into Pris's hand one by one, and the cook's mouth was almost open, and finally, the mercenary stuffed the medicine bottle into the cook's other hand. "The gold coins have been given to you, can you do it now?"

"Yes...... Yes. Priss carefully placed the gold in his inner pocket, patted his hand on the outside of his clothes, and walked over to the jar. "Can you swear these pills won't kill them?"

"I swear, it will only temporarily incapacitate them. Fern nodded, glancing cautiously out the kitchen door.

Preece opened the cap, tilted the bottle, and poured the potion towards the first jar. "May Queen Darsari forgive me, may the Seven Gods forgive me, I just want to make some money so that I can marry a wife and live, I'm not too young to even look at a woman's body, and I'm forced to ......" The cook kept muttering to himself as he poured potions into ten jars.