"Why, Yoro, he's not a man? He has three heads and six arms, and it's not much different! I'm not convinced! If he had real ability, why didn't he stay in those rich and rich towns in Swadia, and be driven like a dog to come to our snowy area, is it because he came to our Kurau to buy iron?"

"Hmph, Neil, would you like to keep your voice down?

"What are you afraid of, who doesn't know about Youluo? It's good that his kid doesn't show up to commit the crime, if he really shows up, I really want to meet him!"

"Neil, you'd better save it! if you dare to meet him, it's like ......."

"Like what?"

"It's like an egg hitting a stone!hahahaha! Neil, don't be unconvinced, I'll tell you personally. ”

"Who?"

"There's a big businessman named Belluga in Kulau, and you haven't heard of it. But he has a guy named Enqi, you must have heard of it, how about comparing that Enqi to you?"

This sentence immediately alarmed the two people next to the person at this table. One of them was Eksmer, and the other was a man dressed as a wandering entertainer sitting not far from Eksmer.

Seemer is right in the middle, because he came to Kulau this time to find Kulau Beluga's daughter Jamila, so that he could hand over the items left by Soraton before he died, so how could he not be moved when he suddenly heard Kulau's "Beluga"?

As for the person who looked like a wandering artist not far from him, why he was alarmed, it is unknown.

The wandering artist, wearing a thick brown hood, a brown fur coat, and a lute on his back, seemed to be a very young man. His eyebrows are as straight as a sword, but they are not lacking in soft arcs, his big eyes are shining brightly, and his face is a little heroic. He was drinking slowly and quietly with a wine glass, and when he heard this, his eyes that seemed to glow couldn't help but look at the people at the table.

The man named Neil laughed and said, "Enqi, I know a man named Enqi, who was once a servant of the Swadian knight, and then because of some personal vendetta, he fought a duel with a Swadian knight and won the victory, but at the same time lost his foothold. For some reason, he came to Kulau, and also participated in the Kulau Athletic Tournament last year, defeating many strong opponents to reach the final, but in the end he was defeated by Serina, and he was only a little short of the championship. Do you mean that?"

"It's this Enqi. ”

"Oh, it's really him! He was the favourite! He was great in every way, but he was best at fighting with guns and horses. It is said that in that competitive tournament, no one could defeat him on horseback and with a spear, not even a siege. In that state, he was invincible. And in the final, if he also has horses and guns, I don't think Serena is his opponent either. Such a powerful character, I really don't know why he chose to be a partner with a businessman and lived in that merchant's house, which is really a waste of talent. Why, what does he have to do with that Yoro? What are you talking about him?"

"Of course it does. ”

"What's the relationship?"

Eyemouth looked down to eat, but his ears were listening.

The traveling artist also gathered his attention and paid attention to it.

"Brother, don't you know, Belluga's house has been burglarized, under the care of Enqi. ”

"Ah, could there be such a thing?"

"Not many people know about this, but it's true, you probably don't know! The dowry that Belluga prepared for her daughter, a piece of luxurious soft armor, was stolen! In addition, Belluga was slashed by Yoro!"

"Really?"

"Who said no! Do you know who did it? Hmph, let me tell you, it's the thief Yoro!"

"Ah, what was Enqi doing at the time, why didn't you stop him from committing the crime?"

"Of course there is a stop, I heard that Enki also fought with Yuro!"

The other man said in surprise, "Have you fought it?" With Enqi's skills, at least that valuable soft armor can be recovered, right?"

"Hmph...... The answer is: No! Enqi failed to leave Yuro behind, and I heard that he was almost slashed by Yuro. ”

"Could there be such a thing? Could it be that with such an ability, he is not even the opponent of Nayoro? This is too impossible!"

"That's true, I heard that the origin of this Yuluo is very mysterious, and no one knows where he learned his excellent skills!"

"Good boy!

"This can't be wrong!" the man paused, his gaze swept to the location of the wandering artist, and seemed to see from the sideways expression of the wandering artist's face that he was listening intently to himself, so he cleared his throat and continued: "Drink here tonight! I should go back!"

Hearing that this person wanted to leave, Kersmund quickly stood up and turned around, and said with a smile: "Hello, this friend, please stay a little longer, I have something to ask you."

The man didn't expect Kosmerd to pop up, so he frowned and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"Oh," replied Kersmed, "I am a traveller who has traveled from afar to Kulau, and I happen to stay here. Well, I'm going to Kulau to find a friend this time, and I think you can point me out where he is, so I can save time. ”

"I see, what is the name of that friend of yours, and what is his profession? As long as he has a slight reputation in Kulau, I will not know it. Even if I don't know, there are always some of us who know. ”

"His name was Beluga, and he was a merchant who sold iron. In addition, he has a daughter named Jamila. Eksmerd said truthfully.

Hearing this from Korsmer, the group of men immediately looked at their companions, and then burst out laughing almost at the same time.

The wandering artist looked at Minder in amazement, and kept looking him up and down. "So the person you are looking for is the merchant Beluga we just mentioned, and the lady you are talking about is the pearl of his palm!" said the man who called himself Hader, "and you are right, here you mention the name of Beluga, and many people may not know, but if you mention this lady Jamila, no one will know it, no one will know it! Her beauty is famous here for us." ”

Another man said: "At some point, I heard that Beruga is preparing an engagement ceremony for her daughter! Ms. Jamila is about to get married, and I heard that her future husband is a Nord...... And it's a Nord royal bodyguard......"

Eyemer nodded and said, "Yes, I ...... this matter for this" Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that this matter was not suitable for casual talk to outsiders, so he hurriedly swallowed the words into his stomach, and a gloomy look appeared on his face involuntarily.

The bunch of men is you look at me again, and I look at you, as if I have discovered something unexpected.

However, the surprise and confusion on the faces of these men were not as surprised and excited as the expression on the face of the other face, the wandering artist.

Maybe it was too much shock in his heart, or some other factor, this wandering artist, with a mysterious look intertwined in his big eyes, suddenly dyed a flush from his fair and delicate face. His five fingers trembled, his whole hand shook, and the wine glass in his hand almost couldn't hold on to it, and it was about to fall to the ground. He seemed embarrassed by the gaffe, and then turned his face to the other side, not glancing at Korsmod or the man at the table.

Kersmord and the bunch of men didn't notice the anomaly of the wandering artist, but the men sensed the abnormality of the exaltator.

After laughing, the Harder looked straight at Cosmod and said, "Brother, don't you be the Nord royal guard...... It's that future son-in-law of Belluga, right?"

"That's right!" the other man's eyes widened, "It must be you...... Haha, brother, you're that son-in-law of Belluga, aren't you?"

The other men also speculated word by word, agreeing that Kersmerd was Beruga's future son-in-law.

Kersmund didn't expect them to have such a random guess, so he was stunned for a moment, and smiled awkwardly: "No, no, no, you guessed wrong, I'm just a messenger who has been sent by others...... Don't speculate!"

Harder sneered, scrutinizing him more closely. Then, he squinted his eyes and grinned: "Friend, if my eyes are okay and I am not mistaken, you are clearly a Norder, and from your burly figure and capable movements, it can be seen that your skills are not simple, and I think the Nord royal guards are nothing more than that!"

"Uh......" said Kersmurd, "I know a little bit about martial arts...... But it's not as good as a junior fighter in the arena, and it's even more different from the Nord royal guards, how can I be a Nord royal guard!"

Harder snorted and said, "If that's the case, then there is something really wrong with my eyes!"

Ksmerd smiled and changed the subject: "I really don't know when this snow will fall, you are the villagers of this village, right?"

"Yes, we are hillbillies who live in this village!" said a man, rolling his eyes, and he looked at Minded, re-escalated the subject, and said with a smile, "Friend, you are extraordinary, and you don't look like a rough man sent by someone!"

Minded was about to explain, but the Harder smiled coldly and said, "Forget it, Jack, why do we keep interrogating people endlessly? It's not like we know it in our hearts, but it's people's freedom to tell the truth, and besides, the mouth grows on people's faces, and people can say whatever they like, why should we ask endlessly, and it's boring to ask ourselves?"

These words seem to be saying that they are not, but in fact they are mocking Sensed. How could Kersmund not understand? But he just smiled, not wanting to argue with them any more.

Seeing this, Harder felt even more uncomfortable, because he decided that Kersman was Belluga's future son-in-law, but the other party refused to admit it, so that the conversation between the two sides could not and did not need to continue. He smiled at the time, looked at his companions beside him, and said, "It's not early, let's stop here today." People are distinguished guests from afar, what are we, we can't climb high, so don't talk nonsense!"

As he spoke, he beckoned the men and left the tavern together.

Kersmer could not have imagined that this man could have such a temperament, and he had some concerns, and it was really difficult to explain too much to these strangers. This kind of situation made him feel very uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt that it was difficult to walk outside.

Then the man who had taken his horse came to Kersmond's side, told him that his horse had been nailed, and that his room was set, and that it was in the second room on the left side of the second floor, and had left him the key to that room.

While talking to the guy about this, Minded inadvertently tilted his head and looked away, only to notice that the wandering artist not far away was looking at him, with big eyes that seemed to glow, just turning around on him. As soon as Ksmurd noticed, the wandering entertainer turned his gaze to the side, stood up, paid the tavernkeeper's bill, and walked briskly up the stairs to the upper floor.

Eyemer's heart couldn't help but move slightly, he had actually noticed more than once that this wandering artist was paying attention to himself, but what was this for?

Having been hunted down by the Eternal Night, Ekmerd was afraid of being targeted by the people of that organization again, so he couldn't afford to make a mistake. Since people have paid attention to him, he has to pay attention to others. But looking through his memory, he never imagined that there would be such a figure—it was a complete stranger to him.

Judging from the other party's appearance and demeanor, he is clearly a quiet wandering artist, not at all like those who fight and kill, and he is sure that he has nothing to do with him. In addition, his beautiful face, when people look at it, will naturally have a good impression, making him want to be close to him, not to be wary.

But then he remembered Sephia - Sephia's first impression on him was that she was weak and harmless, but as a result, he almost fell into Sephia's plot, which made him no longer dare to judge a person's good, evil, strength and weakness from his appearance. So, he shook his head and sat back in his seat.

He drank two more sips of wine alone, and it was getting darker and darker. At this time, a sense of confusion suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart, making him feel lost.

So, he involuntarily took out the small bag that Soraton had given him from his body, held it in both hands, and looked at it carefully for a long time before carefully retracting it from his body.

And his careful action of putting away the small bag was watched by two people, one was a mysterious figure sitting in a corner of the tavern, wrapped in black robes. The mysterious figure's face was hidden under a black hood, revealing only a sharp gaze and shooting silently at Kersmond. There was food and wine in front of him, and he sat quietly in that corner the whole time, almost motionless.

The other was the man who had come down from the upper floors at the moment, and this man was the man dressed as the Virgian Knight who had almost hit Kosmerd on his horse not long ago. He watched Ksmerd's movements, but only glanced at them, as if he didn't care about Ksmerd's movements, and his eyes showed disdain and impatience.

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