Two days later, Barrett arrived in Vanilla City.

He could have arrived earlier, at least half a day earlier. However, in response to the repeated and repeated pleas of a fat man, and with the crying pleading, the brute had no choice but to follow the convoy he met that night on the road, acting as a free bodyguard.

He didn't expect that he would one day be persuaded by a fat middle-aged man with tears and snot on his face, but the way that person looked at that time was simply too pitiful, and even more ridiculous, coupled with the help of others, made it difficult for Barrett to refuse.

Anyway, this was not a difficult task for Barrett, so he simply agreed.

As for the young shadow lynx, it was adopted by the little girl after all. Its mother was nowhere to be found, and her mother had allowed it to happen.

Yes, connivance.

In Barrett's opinion, the creature Shadow Lynx should not be a playmate for little girls, it is a bloodthirsty, vicious, and ruthless beast. Even though it was still young, when the young beast grew up, the fangs in its mouth would eventually tear its throat apart, just as the man feared.

In any case, he has said what he should say, and whether the other party will accept it or not is not something he can control. Maybe the whole thing is that he is too worried, maybe one day, there will be another beautiful legend in this world, and the protagonist of the legend is a young girl who is followed by the black nightblade leopard.

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Vanilla City also belongs to the western region of the entire griffon kingdom. The neighborhood is dominated by plains, with few swamps and forests, and monsters and monsters rarely appear. According to the coachman, the city has not been burned in war for more than 2,000 years, even in the darkest and chaotic times, the city has not been attacked by other monsters or aliens, and the change from the Tomili dynasty to the griffin dynasty has also been carried out without bloodshed.

Barrett the Brute Adventurer was a first-time visitor to the city, but he loved the city.

Many households along the street have a wide variety of herbs and plants on their flower stands outside their windows, not traditional flowers such as tulips, marigolds, and violets.

Dill, thyme, rosemary, sage, mint, lavender, and Barrett's favorite basil. The air of the whole city was filled with a distant aroma, this aroma was not strong, faint, but it was unusually fresh, which made him wake up and calm his nerves, and at the same time, he couldn't help but open his appetite.

Barrett plans to finish his mission of delivering the letter and feast on this city famous for its vanilla.

There are many restaurants, inns and bakeries on the street, each with its signature dishes posted on their windows: roasted lamb with herb crispy, rosemary kebabs, chicken stew with thyme and lemon, braised noodles with basil pesto, pork neck baked with lemongrass, lavender bread, and much more.

If he hadn't been about to arrive at Mrs. Sabelle's address, he would have stopped and gone into any of the restaurants by the side of the road, and had satisfied his cravings.

Barrett strolled forward with the reins in her hand, repeatedly stopping Carrot' from trying to sneak up on the vanilla plants on the street. This young horse never wants to be quiet when he is not running or grazing.

Lined with sycamores, Barrett passed three crossroads with griffon statues, a square with fountains and bards playing the lute, and questioned six local passers-by before arriving at Madame de Sabelle's lodgings under the guidance of a kind lady dressed in dark rose silk.

It was a four-storey building with a double-vaulted attic roof. The exterior walls of the building are covered with bright green ivy, occasionally dotted with wisteria with purple flowers and orange buds.

Outside the house is a small elegant, tranquil garden, surrounded by an iron and copper fence, with a variety of herb plants, laurel and sweet cherry trees. Next to the cherry trees is a small oak promenade with vines that have just sprouted their buds. On the other side of the corridor are several stone chairs and a stone round table covered with sun-dried flower petals and vanilla leaves.

Barrett tied the 'carrot' to the nearby plane tree, fed him two more carrots, and warned the young horse not to make a fuss, and to wait quietly for him to return.

Then he walked up the stone staircase outside the garden, reached out and pushed open the bright bronze fence gate, and walked through the garden to the light black metal gate. Barrett glanced briefly at the intricately carved pattern on the door, then grabbed the heavy dill flower-shaped clasp on the door and knocked it evenly a few times.

While waiting, he took the letter out of the spatial ring again, and simply straightened out the leather armor on his body for the first time. The tranquil and serene atmosphere exuded by this building and garden furnishings makes barbarian adventurers involuntarily "exquisite".

The door was divided into two tiers, and after the wooden door on the inner floor was opened, a woman dressed as a maid poked her head out vigilantly from inside the door, looked her chinveret up and down carefully, and then politely asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

Through the iron railing of the outer door, Barrett coughed, lowering her body to make herself look less oppressive, "I'm here for Mrs. Shabelle. He looked serious and pretended to be a decent man, "Here is a letter from Garano, and the client needs me to hand it over to Madame." ”

The maid looked Barrett up and down again, then at the letter in his hand, and after a few seconds, the wary look on her face, although not half receded, opened the outer door for Barrett.

"Please follow me. The maid tilted her head, said politely and indifferently, and led the way through the door.

The barbarian adventurer followed the maid and walked on the white marble floor of the house. His dragon leather boots abruptly stamped black footprints on the ground, much to his embarrassment.

Why would you put such white marble on the floor? Isn't it uncomfortable for herself and her guests? Barrett was a little confused.

The floor of Sir Yarman's castle is also covered with patches of marble. But those marbles were dark brown, and if a piece of mud fell on them, it would not be visible at all if you didn't look closely.

The maid led Barrett to a room that resembled a drawing room, "Please wait a moment, I'll inform Madame." As soon as she finished speaking, the maid turned away, leaving Barrett alone in the room.

The fireplace on the wall of the living room is made of rounded and lustful obsidian, like a work of art in an intricately designed way, and even the matching tongs are spotlessly polished.

On the wall of the fireplace hangs a large oil painting. The oil painting looks like it should be a landscape painting, with hills, streams, trees, and a few wooden houses, Barrett doesn't understand art, he doesn't understand anything at all, but he can still feel that this painting should be a good painting, at least those scenes are depicted very realistically, especially the girl in the red dress outside a wooden house and the young man in blue next to her, a few strokes can make Barrett feel the kind of attachment between the two of them.

Before Barrett could finish looking at the painting, three other younger maids entered the drawing-room. One of the maids served Barrett a pot of hot black tea and a jug of milk, while the other laid down a plate of delicate pastries and a beautifully crafted concoction box divided into several partitions on the table.

He glanced at the condiment box, and each partition contained different tea seasonings, sugar, cloves, cardamom, honey, lemon slices......

The last maid was holding a white cotton mop, and little by little, she wiped all the footprints that Barrett had stepped on when she entered.

Hey, what's the use of you wiping the floor so clean now? I'm going to go out in a while! I'm still going to get dirty when I go out! Can't you wait until I go out and wipe it again? Barrett was speechless at this futile attempt.

Then the three maids withdrew from the drawing-room, and in the middle of a cup of tea, a richly dressed and elegant woman entered.

The woman looks a little old, but she is exceptionally well maintained, and the wrinkles on her face are light and few, and she also exudes a kind of grace and nobility after years of precipitation.

She came to Barriet, and Shi Shiran sat across from him.

"I heard you have a letter for me?" she asked, "who wrote it?"

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