Old Pippo silently wiped his beer glass behind the counter, his eyes looking just blankly at the glass in his hand, but in fact he was secretly observing the only customer at the tavern using the reflection of the iron ring on the wine glass, which was a group of guys with thick leather black ponchos. The tight hoods on their heads and the scabbards that exposed the hem of the ponchos gave the boss the courage to remind them to take off their raincoats, and could only listen to the crackling of water droplets on the floor, echoing the sound of rain outside.

Hell, the waitress who usually came to help just went to the royal family with her family to take refuge in the direct crown two days ago, and the work of mopping the floor will still fall on her when these guys are gone. Pippo couldn't help but frown as he thought so.

He claimed to be a small nobleman in a certain territory, and he had a property in the direct territory of the royal family, and the waitress came up like a dog. God willing, may that stupid woman be bitten to death by the rat people outside the town along with her concubine. That's what happened to her leaving poor old Pippo behind to face these weirdos. The tavernkeeper thought and couldn't help but spat on the floor, an action that apparently caught the attention of the men in black.

"Cangchang!" the sound of the blade unsheathed came from under the poncho, and the more reckless man in black stood up, the short sword in his hand standing out in the dimly lit tavern.

"Ahh He tossed the wine glass in his hand, and the whole person climbed to the floor behind the bar, not caring that the phlegm he had just spit out stuck to his shirt. He kept repeating words begging for mercy in his mouth, apparently having no doubt that these mysterious creatures would kill themselves. However, Pippo's judgment is not wrong, now that the nezumi are rampant, and the lords from all over the country have drawn a large amount of military power to the north, not to mention the guest town, the security of many small cities has reached the verge of collapse. All kinds of crimes are not uncommon, and in today's world, no one will necessarily care about killing someone. Especially on a rainy night like this.

Fortunately, things did not go that way, and the wine glass thrown by the boss turned around several times in the air, and landed firmly in the hands of an old man who could still see the muscles. Roland and Hill just pushed the door into the tavern at this time, and before the magician could react to what was happening, he subconsciously caught the oncoming object. "Doesn't it look like we're here?" Roland said with a shrug as he looked at the man in black who stood up and the dagger in his hand, "I thought I could finally find a place to smoke a cigarette." ”

"If you think you're addicted to smoking, you can go out and hide under the eaves and don't get yourself in trouble, old fellow. The man with the dagger said viciously, but his companion beside him held him down on the shoulder.

The man in black, whose voice sounded calmer, used his facial expression under the hood to suggest that his companion put away the dagger. Roland and Ciel stood in front of the tavern, and no one could stop them if they wanted to turn and run away. It's better to have less trouble. "I'm sorry, but my companion was too nervous by the bad weather. I think I can do something to make up for the scare he gave to a few of them. As he spoke, the man took out a gold coin from the pouch on his belt, thought about it and exchanged it for a silver coin, and placed it on the bar. "I'm willing to treat them both to a drink, and the rest will be your tip. ”

Old Pippo waited for the man to sit down again before he stood up tremblingly, and he looked at the man in black at the table, and looked at Roland and Ciel. The kind-hearted hotel owner wanted to persuade the father and daughter, at least he thought so, to stay away from this place, but he was afraid that the man in black would continue what he had just done to him after they left. In the balance, the fear for his own life prevailed over the other side. "Come in and sit! Come, at the bar, the shop has freshly brewed winter ale wine, which is enough to dispel the cold!"

The boss's words were more like a plea than a greeting. Roland tried not to let himself laugh, that would be too unserious. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger by the door, and kindly helped Hill take off his raincoat. "Come on, we've got to warm up. I felt like I was about to wring water out of my beard. He said this as if the two of them were just passing travelers who had to stop because of bad weather.

The female doctor nodded, and walked straight to the bar with a blank face, she was not afraid of provocation, a few ordinary people with iron weapons were no match for the Dementor leader at all. The magician coughed twice as he sat down, intentionally or unintentionally, a code they had agreed upon before they entered, and Roland didn't want to do it, at least not until he figured out if these people had something to do with the convoy on the street and what they were doing here.

The boss quickly brought in two glasses, Roland's oak glass containing a slow glass of winter malt, and Hill's thin glass a dark red wine. "The taste of winter malt wine is so spicy that I don't think the ladies will like it. Pippo scratched his head and explained why the two had different drinks. The Dementor glanced at him, picked up the glass in front of him and drank it down, she was not affected by alcohol at all, and wine was no different to her than drinking water. But the boss didn't know this, he looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and didn't know how to react for a moment.

"I guess it doesn't matter what she meant to be winter malt. The magician raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Besides, please give us something to eat, there is nowhere to eat on the way." ”

The boss nodded, but then thought of something, and said, "I'm sorry, there is only cheese and sausages left in the food store, I don't know if the two of you..."

"Of course, at this time, you have to thank the king for having a hot mouth. Roland said. But his words had a certain stimulating effect.

"The king is dead!" one of the men in black whispered.

Roland patted his head and raised his glass to the man, "I'm sorry, look at my memory, it's easy to forget things when I'm old." Condolences for His Majesty Siggett. With that, he drank half a glass of ale in one gulp.

"Hmph. The man snorted coldly and said nothing more. But his attitude was not like grief for the death of the king.

"Do you smell it?" the magician asked, turning to Ciel.

"Smell what?" said the female doctor, for some reason.

The corners of Roland's mouth lifted high, and after a few seconds of pause, he said, "The smell of grilled sausages, well, I think the boss found us some beans." ”

Sure enough, Pippo was serving two portions of sausage, cheese and boiled beans in an ill-fitting apron. He rubbed his apron a little awkwardly, "I'm sorry, my chef died at the hands of the rat man the other day, and I hope you're not too particular about taste." ”

The magician shrugged his shoulders and showed a regretful expression, "You said the one hanging at the entrance of the town? That's a big guy, I've never seen a rat man that big!"

There was a commotion from the men in black behind them, who thought they had kept the volume down low enough, but Roland could hear what they were saying, "Ignorant redneck." ”

The poor tavernkeeper didn't know any of this, and he looked left and right, and then cautiously leaned over to the magician and said, "I hope it doesn't upset you, but it's not that one." To be honest, there were a lot of rat people around here a few days ago, but these days, they have disappeared like evaporation! I also dared to open a shop at this time, after all, I have to live a life. ”

Roland listened, shook his glass, took out his pipe from his bosom, filled it with some tobacco, lit it, and took a careful puff. "It's weird, where are they going?"