"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.

; After putting the bag away, Kersmund stood up, paid the tavernkeeper, and went upstairs, just in time to meet the man who was walking towards the tavernkeeper.

"It's you! I didn't think we'd meet again!" Minded immediately recognized the man.

"Oh, have we met? no, I haven't seen you at all!" the man looked disapproving, dropped the sentence in a hoarse voice, and passed by Ksmerd.

Not wanting to waste time on some trivial matter, Kersmund simply looked back at his swaggering back, and continued on his way up the stairs to the second floor.

On the second floor, there were only two rows of quiet rooms, and he followed the man's instructions and walked to the second room on the left. A young man who seemed to be in charge of the second floor was walking around the second floor, and when he saw Sensed going upstairs, he immediately greeted him and opened the door for him.

The house was small, with nothing but a bed, two chairs, and a crooked wooden table, and the wood-paneled walls were shabby, but the bedding on the bed seemed to be clean. Kosmund placed a linen bag containing his belongings on the table, then took off his felt hat and threw it at the table, and the notched iron sword was removed and placed on the table. After a long day of running, he felt very tired.

The fellow brought him a basin of clean hot water, put it on the table, and went out again.

Marksman took off his cotton robe, washed his face, and was about to fall on the bed, when he heard two soft knocks on the door of the room, and a man whispered outside the door, "Is Mr. asleep?"

"Who?" asked Kersmead as he straightened up at once, put his robe back on, and asked suspiciously.

"It's really not the time to visit, but please open the door! ”

Ksmerd was shocked, and for a moment he couldn't remember who would find him here, but he heard the other party speak clearly, speak gently and politely, and have a crisp voice, like a naïve teenager, without the slightest malice. So, after hesitating for a moment, he quietly walked to the door, and then suddenly opened the door.

His method of opening the door quickly was just in case - if the other party intended to turn against him, he would inevitably be caught off guard by his sudden opening of the door, but Kosmerd could take the other party by surprise.

But in fact, his move was completely superfluous, because the other party did not harbor any ill intentions at all, and did come to visit him. The man outside the door was unscrupulous, just curiously looking at him with those big eyes and a little surprise. Only then did Kosmod realize that this visitor was the same entertainer he had just met downstairs—which was really unexpected by Kosmer, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"I've come suddenly, sir, will you mind?" said the entertainer, bowing to Eksmer.

Eyemund hurriedly said, "Well, not really, please go and sit inside." With that, he dodged out of the way, and the wandering artist swept his gaze into the room, hesitated for a moment, and there seemed to be a trace of shyness on his fair face, and then he stepped in and sat down on a chair.

Germund sat down in another chair and smiled at him, "May I ask you what is the matter with me?"

This Youfang artist's appearance is delicate, his facial features are upright, his skin is fair, and from the point of view of his appearance, he looks like a pampered rich and noble person, if it weren't for his dress, and the lute on his back, no one would think that he is a wandering Youfang artist. Minded was full of freshness for this young man, because he had long been accustomed to seeing the faces of rough men in the academy and in the army, and the delicate appearance and elegant temperament of this young man made him feel extremely fresh and even bright.

"It's nothing......" the boy looked at Usmond with big bright eyes, and said softly, "Sir, are you going to sleep?"

"No, not yet!" said Kersmurd, looking at him, "Little brother lives in this tavern too?"

The boy nodded and replied, "Yes, it's in the room next to you, and we're neighbors." ”

He spoke clearly, his voice soft and crisp, and his thin, curved lips showed neat white teeth with every pull. Judging by his words and deeds, it is clear that he is well-educated.

Germund laughed secretly, thinking that the other party's little brother's bright-eyed and bright-toothed appearance was also a first-class appearance among the ladies. When such a beauty appears on a man, it looks a little tender, and it's a pity.

The entertainer noticed that Ksmerd was staring at him intently, with a meaningful smile on his lips, his face flushed, his big eyes glared slightly, and a slightly embarrassed gaze pressed into Ksmold's face.

Only then did Sensed realize his faux pas, and smiled slightly: "Little brother, what's your name?"

The boy said, "I...... My name is Bella. What about you? What's your name? ”

"Oh, Bella!" said Kersmer, "my name is Kersmer. ”

"Is it Kosmod? I hope that's your real name. Bella said with a frown, seemingly unhappy with Sensed's answer.

"Bella, is your home far from here, why are you staying in a tavern?"

The young man who called himself Bella shook his head and said, "My home is in Kurao, which is not very far from here. I didn't pay attention to the time because I went out today, and it was dark, so I just stayed here for one night and then went back. ”

Probably to avoid making eye contact with Mindmer's, he immediately looked to the side, but when he turned his gaze back, it was still met with Mindmer's, which made his face blush slightly.

Then, he simply fixed his gaze on Kersmer's face and asked, "Is your name really Kersmerd?"

"This ......," Kersmerd laughed, "why should I use a pseudonym?"

Bella also smiled: "Please don't be surprised, because I think you may have some scruples about not wanting your identity to be revealed, so you don't tell your real name to strangers, sir, do you say that's the case?"

Kersmund smiled and said, "Why do you think so?"

Bella restrained her smile and said with a little seriousness: "Sir, when you were talking to those people downstairs, I basically heard it next to me, and I also had the same guess as them, you are actually Mr. Belluga's ......." ”

Eyemed suddenly raised his alarm against the young man in front of him, interrupted him, and said, "Why bother to guess, who am I is important to you?"

Bella said, "I ...... I'm just curious!"

The wariness of the sinister mind forced Kersmund to be cautious about the young man's words and deeds, so he immediately asked coldly, "What kind of curiosity?"

"If I was not mistaken when I was downstairs just now, you seem to claim that Beruga is a friend of yours, sir...... Really?" Bella glanced at him.

"That's right," Minded nodded, "That's what I said." ”

The young man laughed: "But you don't even know where he lives." ”

"This ......," Kersmerd glanced at him, "Well, in fact, I am not his friend, I just admired his fame, and came from afar to see him." I don't know exactly where he lives in Kulau. That's why I asked those people, but I didn't ask anything, but they were suspicious and ridiculed. ”

"Because you are really suspicious, and there are some things that should be admitted, just admit them directly, why do you bother to shrink back, let others speculate, and let me ...... Forget it, if you don't admit it, what can others do with you. Bella looked at him, "Also, sir, you made a special mention of his daughter. ”

When Minded heard him, he was stunned for a moment, and said, "I mentioned Lady Jamila, what's the matter?" Alas, you people...... To put it mildly, you don't care who I am......"

Bella said, "Well, I don't care who you are! I just want to ask you, do you have anything to do with Lady Jamila?"

"This ......" Kersmund shook his head, "I have nothing to do with her. ”

"That's weird," Bella's eyes were intertwined with mystery, "Then why did you mention her?"

"Why can't I mention her? don't you mention her too?" Kersmund thought the boy was a bit vexatious.

"Me?" Bella smiled, "Of course I'm different, because I'm her best friend! ”