In order to know where the high move of Cheese was played, we also need to adjust the time a little further, about halfway through the mage. At that time, an old man came up on the iron felt avenue, and the old man carried the stove on his back, with carbon in the bag in one hand, and the small fish skewered in the stove in the other.

The dwarves were at first just ordinary passers-by, and did not pay much attention to it, and only after they knew that he had set up a stove by Charinde's door, poured carbon into it, and lit it with a fire-starter, they realized that this man had come here to do business. It's not often that humans do business on the territory of the dwarves.

The dwarves gathered to see what the old man was going to come up with. As a result, when they saw the poor little fish, they were all disinterested, and they scattered like birds and beasts. Dwarves do not reject fish, but they naturally do not like to eat food that will be chewed into chyme before they have time to touch it, so dwarven specialties tend to have large portions and a toughness that fatigues all races except dwarves.

The old man didn't care about the dwarf's departure, he didn't shout, he didn't hold back, just silently tested the temperature of the charcoal fire, and fanned the dark red flame with a small fan. His customers, not yet in the future. The fish in his hand, still with the undried water, disemboweling and pumping is only the first step, and the fact that it is strung with a wooden skewer does not mean that it is ready to embrace the flames.

It takes a lot of delicate and tedious processes before this small fish that grows in the stain can be turned into something that can be called food. But even so, it doesn't taste very good, it's just edible. No matter how you look at this kind of business, you will only lose money.

The old man who can grill fish is tired of this loss-making business, and every time he goes to a place, he must know what is the least desirable thing in this place, he must see for himself what the food here is avoiding, and then he must turn what is not edible into edible by means of no cost, and he will certainly not change it from edible to delicious.

If you say that Shi Lao's carving is a heavenly creation, and the fisherman's practice is to confront people's common sense, you say that it is decay, and he wants to prove to you that although there is not necessarily magic in this decay, it is not as unbearable as you think, this is their practice.

"Hmph, hum" The old man fiddling with the charcoal fire sat on the ground without any image, humming an exotic tune in his nose. After waiting, the charcoal fire finally reached a state that was neither small nor large, and it was perfect for roasting. The fish, which had also been defished, were set aside and lined up waiting for the final metamorphosis. Probably just as the fisherman placed the first fish on the charcoal fire, he looked at the gap between the houses, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Wait, it's just baked. I don't know who he said this, but there was no one around waiting for him to grill fish. The old man did not hurry to put the fish on the fire one by one, carefully grasped the interval, and then picked up a wooden skewer without a string of fish from the side, and shook his right hand, the skewer was gone!

The corners of the old man's mouth showed a gentle smile, as if he had just done a very ordinary thing, and he shook his fan and said lightly, "In your later life, I said that I would wait a little longer, why are you so anxious? My fish, like that tofu, has to wait until it is cooked before you can eat it." ”

The old man did not move, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and grabbed his right hand from the bag, and in an instant, he did not know what was happening, and there were two more arrows in his hand, and two fish strung on the arrows.

No one could see what the old man had done when he fell to the ground, and no one knew how the two crossbow arrows that pierced the armor turned into two strings of fish in his hands. I saw that the old man casually pulled out the arrow on the arrow, and put the newly skewered fish on the fire, and his face was as usual.

"Well, this is a good way to do things, knowing that the old man I don't have enough wooden sticks in my hand, I specially sent them over. Good, good, good. He said four good words in succession, and then slapped the stove with his right hand! Only a muffled sound was heard, like a yellow bell and a morning bell, followed by two screams. Immediately, a figure fell from the eaves, holding a grilled fish in his mouth, but the other end of the fish stick came out of the back of his head!

"Alas, eating is frizzy, although I have shaved the small fish bones, but you can't swallow it, look at it, look at it, isn't this fatal. At this point, there is no one who does not know what this old man means. He is the door god of this store today, and if he wants to enter, he will either hand over his own life or take his life.

The problem is that the fisherman, though he looks thin and shriveled and decrepit, is afraid that he can outlive all the people on this street except the dwarves. At the very least, many people's lives will come to an end tonight. The Assassin sacrifices his life for righteousness, and the Killer seeks profit and avoids harm, which is not worth it.

So in desperation, another figure fell from the beam, the difference was only different from the peer with the fish in her mouth, and her landing posture was curling, like a fallen leaf in the breeze. Many killers have the habit of masking their faces, but Catwoman doesn't, because she knows that even if she wraps her whole body in a black cloth, others will still be able to recognize her at a glance. So she simply took it a little and enjoyed fame and risk.

The female killer walked in front of the fisherman in three steps and two steps, and her expression was the same, but the hand holding the short sword behind her back trembled slightly, "Old man, we meet again." This time, I wonder if I can buy fish from you. ”

The old man still remembered the other party, after all, he had been drinking for two days with that thick silver coin, and he only woke up yesterday afternoon, "Oh, it's you girl." That's the trouble, I can't sell these fish to anyone tonight. If you see if it's okay, you go back today, and wait for my old man to bring fresh fish tomorrow, and you can buy it again, I promise to make you cheap. ”

"I don't know, what kind of bad selling method you said is not easy to sell, if it is to ask for money, I can afford a fish and a silver coin. To tell you the truth, I was addicted to your grilled fish. ”

"Alas, why are you so screwed up like this? If you don't sell this fish to you today, it doesn't matter how much money you pay. Tonight this fish will be sold for money, and it will have to be sold according to its orders. One life, can you afford it?" said to Catwoman with a wave of his hand, as if he was bargaining with someone.

The female killer bit her lip, she was thinking that if she missed tonight, she might not have a chance again. By the time the dwarves realized that someone had trespassed on their territory, they would be a hundred times more heavily guarded. But compared with the dwarves, the old man sitting on the ground in front of him is the living Hades. The only chance she has now is to have such a relationship with this Hades, "What if I say that I must go in?"

"Girl, old man, I really don't want to do anything with you, so why do you bother to force each other? It's just that those fellows of yours can't go any further. The fisherman scratched his hair and said with some frustration. The fate of one side is also the fate, and it is not easy to get married, he will not kill such a person.

"No, she can't go in. A voice came from above. The cat fairy jumped out of the window on the second floor and fell to the ground, holding the delphinium sword in her hand, "She wants to go in, I have to lie down!"