The butler, named Sebastian, left, leaving Barrett and the others in the empty hall. A few people sat at the long table, waiting boredly.

A short time passed, and no one in the castle paid attention to them, which made Barrett and his party relax a lot.

Brandon was intrigued by the weapons hanging from the walls around the hall, and he looked along the walls one by one, occasionally reaching out excitedly to touch them. If Hannah hadn't stopped him, the young man seemed to want to take down the flail, the chain hammer, the giant shield, the axe, and other weapons, and try out each of them.

Eddie the Melancholy, on the other hand, spread his head and most of his body on the table, spitting bubbles out of his mouth, like a catfish stranded on the shore.

After a while, Burton and the coachman also came in cautiously, and there was a reason for their cautious appearance, for the rather psychic white goose followed them, as if to supervise.

Like a guard escorting prisoners, the white goose escorted the two humans to the location, and then sat down on the edge of the passage, sometimes looking at the few humans in the hall, sometimes arranging the snow-white feathers on his wings.

Because she was a little bored, Barrett decided to go and have a good relationship with the white goose. He slowly walked up to the white goose, took out a piece of bread from the spatial ring, and slowly placed the bread in front of the white goose.

The white goose looked at the bread, then at Barrett, and then at the "quack" three times. Barrett didn't know the "goose language", but his next action was very clear - the white goose handed the slice of bread back to Barrett with his beak, and then "quacked" three more times.

This is a white goose with a lot of personality, Barrett thought to herself. He took a bite of the bread slice in front of the white goose, signaled that it was edible, and then brought the bread slice to the white goose's mouth again. But the white goose turned his head away, not wanting to eat what was left of him.

"Even if you go and tease that goose, won't you come and say something nice to me?" Hannah looked lazy and seductive with one hand on her chin, tilting her head and pursing her lips, "maybe I should let you duel with Brandon, so that you can remember the passion you once had for me through blood." ”

Brandon, who was observing a two-handed greatsword in the distance, turned his head and asked with some expectation, "Ms. Hannah, you called me?"

"It's okay to see, but don't take them off, it's rude. Hannah straightened up and said to Brandon.

"Yes, Ms. Hannah. Brandon smiled happily, and was happy for some reason.

"You tease him like this, and he will die one day because of you. Barrett returned to the long table and sat down in the chair next to Hannah, "He's too young to understand anything." "Even women, no, especially women.

"There's nothing wrong with dying for me. Hannah's expression was full of sadness, and every one of her thousand faces seemed real, "I will be sad and sad for him, and I will cry for him, and I will remember him for the rest of my life." ”

And then lie in the other man's bed and be merry? Barrett was noncommittal. Anyway, he himself would not sacrifice his life for any woman, including the red-haired girl.

Of course, if she wanted to hang me on the gallows, I couldn't help it.

At this moment, the door on the side of the hall was opened, and a middle-aged cook wearing a blue apron walked out of the door. She had a kind smile on her chubby face and two shallow dimples on her cheeks, but her body was stronger than anyone but Barrit.

The cook holds in both hands a large tray with several wine glasses, two plates of seasonal vegetables and a plate of sliced honeycomb cheese.

"Are you the ones who came to deal with those monsters?" the cook said, placing the tray on the long table, looking at the crowd curiously, "If you come a few days later, Lord Yarman will have to lead the militia himself." ”

"What monster?" Barrett wondered, "We're here to solve ......"

"Yes, we're here to deal with those monsters. Hannah interrupted Barritt and said to the cook in a dignified manner.

"Oh my God, didn't you really expect that a beautiful little girl like you, like a man, would have to rely on weapons to support herself?" the cook stretched out her big chubby hand like bread with sympathy, and gently touched Hannah's face, "What a pitiful, my child, how can your parents bear it?"

The righteousness on Hannah's face instantly turned into weakness, "There's no way, it's all for life." Like a cat, she rubbed her face against the fat hand of the middle-aged cook, "My father died before I could understand anything, and I can't even remember what he looked like." Growing up, my mother and I were the only ones who depended on each other. But as the proverb goes, 'Disasters always like to patronize acquaintances,' and when I was fourteen years old, my mother suddenly became seriously ill. I borrowed a lot of money to see her, but she still left me......"

Barrett saw tears even in the corners of Hannah's eyes, and he listened to Hannah's sad account of her and her mother's life, her mother's worry and reluctance in the hospital bed, and her mother's despair after she left.

"Oh, poor boy!" the cook took Hannah in her arms

Barrett shook her head inwardly.

"After my mother died, many people who wanted to pay off my debts came to me, and they saw that I was alone and helpless, so they wanted to force me to go to the 'Land of Roses' to earn money to pay off my debts, but I didn't want to ...... like this."

There was a fortitude in the weakness on Hannah's face, and she handled that expression very well. She recounts the debt collectors who persecuted her under all kinds of names and all kinds of vile means, soft and hard threats, and recounts the pain and helplessness in her heart at that time, which makes the listener wonder what will happen to such a weak girl?

"Luckily, I learned some skills in using weapons from a down-and-out adventurer in the village, so I decided to go out of the village and become an adventurer. Although this profession is dangerous, it is still quick to make money. Don't worry, it won't be long before I can replace all the money I borrowed. She forced a happy smile at the cook.

That smile is full of tiredness, delicateness, and yearning for a better future, which will break the hearts of the unsuspected.

And the only person who doesn't know at the moment is this kitchen lady who has already held Hannah in her arms......

Wait, Barrett suddenly found that in the hall at this time, except for himself, almost everyone had tears in their eyes, and even the white goose screamed sadly "quack" twice.

Is this magic? This must be magic! Barrett was a little flustered, how could this be? Don't you all know the details of this woman? Are you all actors, and I'm the only one in the audience? Or am I a novice who rushed to the stage before I knew what role I was playing?

He suddenly found that his expression of watching the play seemed to be a little out of place in the current occasion. But if he was to be filled with tears like everyone else, he really couldn't do it.

"Wait, kid, wait for me. The sympathetic cook wiped tears from her face, gently let go of Hannah, and turned back to the door.

Hannah winked slyly at Barrett, picked up a wine glass from the tray, put it between her lips and took a sip, "Hmmm! cider, it tastes good, you all come and try it." ”

"Captain, you're really not easy!" the good Samaritan Burton sighed, "I don't want the reward for this mission, I hope you can pay off the money as soon as possible." ”

"Lady Hannah, I'm sure I'll protect you, I, I'm ......" Brandon blushed with excitement, trying to say something, but didn't know how to say it, "My life is yours!" he said repeatedly.

You have nothing but life, Barrett pouted inwardly.

"Alas......" The melancholy Eddie also wanted to say something, but at this moment the chubby cook came out of the door again, still holding a small box in her hand.

The cook resolutely pushed the small box into Hannah's hand, "It's all for you, child, hurry up and pay back the money you owe, and find a good man." ”

Hannah opened the box, which contained a large number of coins. The most numerous of them are silver coins, as well as some copper coins, and the 'king' with a yellow-orange-orange sheen appears to have four coins at a cursory glance.

Civilians are different from adventurers, their money is slowly saved up one by one, although it is not dangerous, but it may be more difficult.

"No, you don't have to," Hannah's expression was a little panicked, "The money I've borrowed over the years has almost been repaid, and I will be able to pay it all off after this mission!" she said hurriedly, "This money belongs to you, only to you, and I will never ask for it." She quickly returned the box to the cook, as if it were not a box with gold coins, but a blazing flame that could hurt people.

The two women conceded to each other that the coin box was in place, and in the end, Hannah convinced the cook with a sincere look that the girl in front of her had survived the disaster and didn't need much money anymore.

"Then I'll make you something delicious, kid, it's really distressing to see how thin you are!" the cook wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and returned to the kitchen with joy.

This is a simple-minded cook, and her reckless and kind-hearted actions have touched Barrett a little.

"Aren't you ashamed?" the barbarian adventurer looked down at Hannah, looking down at the woman for the first time, both physically and mentally.

"It's a bit of a shame to be a good person. Hannah looked in the direction the cook had left, and there seemed to be some nostalgia in her eyes.

"Then don't always lie and deceive such kind people in the future. Barrett said with a blank face. His heart was very dark at this time, and there were not many opportunities to criticize this woman in such a dignified manner.

"Liar, Barriet, do you think you really know me?" Hannah turned to look at Barrett and said with a flat expression, "Aside from the fact that I didn't succeed in forcing me to be a lovely person, do you think what I said is false?"

"What? you, I'm ......" It was Barrett's turn for the panicked man, he felt small again, he could no longer look down at the woman in front of him, he became overwhelmed again.

Hannah had sorrow in the corners of her eyes, and Barrett couldn't tell whether it came from the true emotions of the woman in front of her or from one of her thousand faces.

"You don't understand anything, Barrett. She whispered, "I don't understand anything." ”

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