The city-state of Muya, a sunny afternoon.

When Barrett descends the stairs of the 'Hold Up Ears' inn, she finds that all the tables on the first floor are filled with adventurers. This is a very common situation, as there is no shortage of listeners in Leslie's hotel.

"While we're all excited to take out those two Giant Winged Serpents, the lucrative rewards and the lucrative loot, especially since the mission's publisher, Count Louis, is known for his generosity, means we're going to make a lot of money. But the excitement didn't last long, and the exhaustion after the battle swept over us all. Leslie, the innkeeper, continued to recount his amazing experiences, "To make matters worse, the sky was overcast and heavy rain could come at any moment. We all know that rain is the most annoying thing for all adventurers when it comes to wild adventures. ”

"No, skunks are worse. One long-faced adventurer retorted, "As long as the tent you bring is made of rainproof felt cloth and is strong enough, then the rain and the wind will not be able to do anything to you." But the skunk ......," the adventurer shook his head, "when you get up in the middle of the night and want to be convenient, you meet this stinky little brute, and then ......"

He paused, "Trust me, no matter how you explain it, your companion will think you're pulling your poop into your pants, and they'll give you the nickname '', and then that nickname will stay with you for the rest of your life, if nothing else." ”

"Damn it, Shit Court, stop talking about your nasty stuff, I'm fucking out of my appetite. A dwarf drinking corn soup grumbled loudly and threw the spoon heavily on the table.

Several other adventurers in the vicinity also made the same complaint.

"I'm sorry, guys, my fault. The long-faced adventurer raised his right hand in apologetic, "That's a skunk, why doesn't anyone believe it?" he whispered.

Barrett looked around the hotel twice, but found only a few empty seats at a table where a female orc was seated. He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and walked straight to the table, sitting across from the orc.

The orc-woman with the double dagger at her waist turned her head to look at Barrit, but did not speak, but nodded slightly, and then turned her head to listen to the innkeeper's bizarre tales about him.

Barrett beckoned the half-elf waiter over and ordered a charcoal-grilled pork knuckle, salted lemon offal, roasted leeks, and a large glass of rye beer. Each charcoal-grilled pork knuckle at this inn not only has a large roast pork knuckle with a golden and crispy skin and a delicate inside, but also comes with two fried tongue strips of blood sausage, two roasted potatoes, a large spoonful of salted green beans, and a few small tomatoes, so it's quite generous.

As for the saltwater lemon offal, Barrett had only seen others eat it before, and she wanted to try it this time.

"Rain is a nuisance anyway, especially when you're adventuring in the wild. "We hurriedly cut the two giant winged snake dragons on the spot and took most of the trophy with us. The snake's three eggs, its long head, wings, poisonous mutated organs, poisonous blood, and a green dragon skin that is resistant to the whole body - of course, it is still a little worse than the real dragon's skin, as well as the snake's limbs and some of the flesh on its body. ”

"Has anyone ever eaten the flesh of a giant winged snake dragon?" asked the innkeeper.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and they all shook their heads. Barrett had eaten the dragon meat of a pseudo-dragon, and to be honest, it didn't taste very good, and its meat was hard and woody, which was harder to handle than the ferocious wild boar.

"Although the meat of the giant winged snake dragon also contains toxins, as long as the meat is cut into long strips, dried and fermented like smoked meat for three or four months, and enough parsley is added while cooking, there will be no problem. "At that point, the toxin in the snake's meat will be transformed into something like a spice, giving the meat a special and wonderful taste." It's hard to describe the taste, oh...... , just like a woman's sweetness, no matter what others say, you can only know if you have eaten it yourself. ”

There were a lot of sounds of swallowing saliva, and it was hard to tell if it was because of the food or something else. Barriet's throat trembled slightly, but he held back it. Damn, why hasn't the food come up yet?

"When we finished cleaning the battlefield and walked towards our mounts, we found that Pete's little mare had run away. Leslie said in a tone of regret, "That's what Pete did for himself." He never wanted to tie the reins tightly to the tree, and was always worried about what might happen to his mount, such as when attacked by a wolf, nightblade leopard, or some other creature, and his little mare was too tightly tied to escape in time. ”

"Pete didn't believe the mare leaving, 'something must have happened here while we were fighting the Giant Wing Serpent Dragon,' and he was still exonerating his mount, 'otherwise, Muriel would never have left me.' He said. Yes, Pete named his mount Muriel, a woman's name, and was delusional that it, or she, wouldn't sneak away. What else can we say about such naïve thoughts?" Leslie sighed, "Remember, guys, if you want a woman or a mount to keep it from you, you have to tie it firmly and tie it in a dead knot. ”

"Hey, old man, that's a big mistake! It's only going to make women farther and farther away from you stupid men. A female human in a beige dress said disdainfully, glaring fiercely at the male companion beside her who nodded at Leslie's words.

Immediately afterwards, the retortor of the beige dress looked around again, as if looking for the approval of the other women. But at this time, there were quite few women in the hotel, and apart from her, there was only the female orc opposite Barrit.

"Hey, I'm right, sister. She shouted at the orc.

The orc was stunned, "...... Yes. She agreed, a little flusteredly.

Leslie, the innkeeper, continued his story, while Barrett heard the orc across from him whisper in a fluent lingua franca, "I wish he had tethered me to my side rather than leave me here." ”

It seems that this orc also has a sweetheart.

"Pete got on my mount, and the four of us took turns taking him in the hope of returning to the Count Louis's domain before the rain. If it's too late, it's bearable to ride a little bit in the rain. "Rather than the cold and dampness that lasted all night, we'd rather be able to change into dry clothes and sit by the warm fireplace with a glass of mulled wine with cinnamon and cloves in our hands, and then start thinking about how much we'd make on the trip and how we'd be going to enjoy it when we're done." I'm sure most adventurers will make the same choice as we do. ”

The voices of approval sounded one after another, and the innkeeper was very good at arousing the emotions of the audience.

"But......" Leslie's expression suddenly became a little serious, "on our way back, we stumbled upon a hillside somewhere, and saw an ancient castle with a unique shape. In fact, we used to go to the lair of the Giant Winged Serpent Dragon, but none of us had noticed the existence of this castle before. It's so weird that the castle is standing alone on the hillside, with no shelter around it, and it's impossible for us to ignore it. Moreover, there is a small fork in the main road that leads to the castle, and there is a sign with a swan pattern at the intersection of the fork road. These were none of them on the road before, and they all seemed to follow the castle. ”

"But the stranger things are yet to come," said the innkeeper's voice, and the listeners involuntarily craned their necks, "and as we passed that fork in the road, our mounts suddenly stopped at the same time, and refused to run any further, no matter how much we scolded and whipped. Immediately afterwards, they fell to the ground one by one, blood gushing out of their eyes and noses, and in a short time they were all dead, and there was not a single horse left. ”

"Dark clouds covered the sun, thunder and lightning roared in the dark sky, and the raindrops began to drip incessantly, and more and more rapidly. A few of us stood at the fork in the road, sometimes looking at the corpse of the fallen mount, sometimes at the castle on the hillside in the distance, at a loss. ”

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