"There's a reason why the elves are always nostalgic for Cornwall, isn't it?" The tense journey made Dawn want to find something to talk about. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Actually, the peculiarities of goblins don't stop there, and when I was researching information, I also found a very peculiar rumor that goblins in mythological times even established their own kingdom. But I couldn't find any information about this kingdom, which is really strange!"

"Isn't the kingdom of goblins a madhouse, this rumor is a bit exaggerated!" said Dawn with a smile.

"Perhaps, but Cornwall may indeed be a little strange, its name originally meant the Wall of Plenty, and it seems to be involved in the god war in the Middle Ages, it is inevitable that there will be some hidden families or strong people left, let's try to keep a low profile!" Wang Yun told again and again with some unease.

The sky is starting to brighten, a new day is about to begin, and the border town of Cornwall, which still retains its medieval farming and pastoral scene, comes into view. The destination is at hand.

"Aunt Yun, don't we need to change our coats?" Although the shape of the black pullover cape of the two looks cool, it is very peculiar in broad daylight.

"No, this place has always been more traditional, and it is a place where mysterious events often occur, so the residents are not averse to exorcists and the like, but many people are doing business in this area, as long as we don't deliberately trouble the locals, there will be no problem. ”

Sure enough, during the walk, except for a few open shops in the small town, the pedestrians were all coming and going, and everyone seemed to be accustomed to the dress of the two, and no one felt strange.

"We need to ask someone for the address of 3 Scarmont Street, it doesn't seem too hard to find!" Dawn reminded curiously, looking around at the village buildings that looked like they were laid out in a medieval movie.

"Don't worry, that's not all we need to ask. Wang Yun walked briskly in front to lead the way, and returning to her old business made her seem much younger.

Unlike most traditional European towns, where the center is a church, the center of this town is an old tavern that has existed for an unknown number of years. The tavern's sign hung crookedly on the old rock wall, creaking in the sea breeze and looking like it could fall down at any moment.

Chenxi had received systematic language training in his family and was proficient in English, but he didn't understand the words on the signboard at all. "The Ascetic Hostel, with its sign in ancient English, is closer to the grammar rules of Cornish and is not at all the same thing as modern English. Wang Yun explained in a low voice while entering the hostel: "To this kind of traditional town, the tavern inn is a must-pass, and this is also the most well-informed place!"

Dawn suddenly realized that after living in the information age for a long time, I am not very accustomed to these old routines. However, most of the conservative practitioners still retain these traditional ways of life.

The hostel is quiet, the ground floor is bar-like, but there are no people in the early morning. Wang Yun walked straight to the bartender who was dozing off at the bar, reached out and knocked on the countertop a few times.

The bartender opened his sleepy eyes and looked impatiently at the two guests in front of him who were disturbing their dreams early in the morning. But after seeing what Wang Yun handed out, he suddenly became energetic and enthusiastic. "Let me see, oh, the cute little yellow croaker from ancient China, it's been a long time since I've seen it. So, what can I do to help you, guest from the East?"

"I need information on 3 Scarmon Street, the more complete the better?"

"Oh, let me think, an old villa in the back of town. Follow the only mountain path in the back mountain, and when you have nowhere to go, you will see it. But it's not been peaceful there, and although there was a lot of chaos before, it's never been as fierce as this half a month. People like you, you're already in the third batch. For the sake of the generous little yellow croaker. ”

The bartender was silent for a moment, pulled out a filthy bottle of wine that could not be seen, and neatly poured out a glass of disgusting yellow liquid, and then said: "Advice to you two, if you value life, drink it and turn around and go home, believe me, this matter is not something that one or two interns can solve." Of course, if you're hell-bent on death, that stinking drunkard in the corner can give you the best information. The price is also the glass of wine in front of you. With that, he continued to lie on the counter and no longer bothered the two.

Wang Yun glanced at Chenxi and motioned for him to make up his own mind. Dawn hesitated slightly, turned to look at the drunken man the bartender was pointing at, and walked over with a wine glass.

Behind him, the bartender's voice came: "I forgot to say, the first two groups of people are all bones, and the drunkard is the corpse collector, but he has contributed a lot of wine money to him, you guys, it's better not to give him a chance so that he can continue to waste wine here." ”

Dawn paused for a moment, and then walked to the corner without looking back. Wang Yun couldn't help but smile when he saw this, this kid is very much like a lady in this regard.

A few steps away from the drunkard, he smelled a disgusting rancid smell to the extreme, and Dawn wrinkled her nose, but she didn't react greatly. There are also many schools of thought in dealing with corpses in China, and there is a lack of spiritual power in the era of the end of the law, but the resentment on the necromancer can still be used, but because there is no neutralization of the aura, the originally gloomy exercises are even more unscrupulous, and many people who are profound in cultivation have a corpse smell, and Chenxi has also seen it when he was in the family. Under the influence of the exercises, this kind of person often has a gloomy and extreme personality, so he doesn't dare to have any contempt for this kind of person.

The drunkard, who had been sleeping soundly, woke up instantly when he smelled the "alcohol" of the disgusting liquid. He opened his puffy sleepy eyes, which were dirty and cloudy, with a sewage-yellow color, which made Dawn confirm that this thing that looked more like a corpse than a human could no longer be defined by the name of a cultivator, and that it had completely degenerated into a monster. The monster unceremoniously drank the "wine", and there was a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Say, little friend, whatever you want to ask, as long as there is wine, I know everything. You know, yesterday's idiot was really a poor ghost, leaving only a disgusting iron lump all over his body. This kind of poor ghost who doesn't even have a silver West deserves to go to hell early, right?" The drunkard's hoarse laughter reminded Dawn of an owl, and the smell of his mouth was really three points stronger than that of Fang Cai.

"3 Scarmon Street?" asked Dawn, enduring the stench.

"Scammon, Quack, that's really not the place for a little man like you. But if you're in a hurry to report to Avalon, I'm willing to do it for you, as for the pay?" the drunkard looked at the two of them with dead eyes. "I don't want it, who made me the kindest corpse collector in Cornwall, anyway, after today, yours is mine, quack!"

The old drunkard did not care about the increasingly ugly face of the morning light: "Scarmont Street, the devil knows why such a poor place is called the street. That is the place where the bones of the poor ghost were left yesterday. You exorcists are really capable, there are so many goblins in Cornwall, but I haven't really seen anyone who can stimulate them to kill, but in less than half a month, you have refreshed my opinion twice in a row. ”

"Are you sure it was the goblin who did it?" Wang Yun was still standing by the bar, his voice cold and clear.

"Sure, goblins are stubborn, paranoid, nervous and stingy, but there's no denying that they're born strong. The only remaining villa No. 3 on Scarmont Street has been their private property for thousands of years, and the owners there can only be them. ”

"Fairy's private property, are you sure?" Dawn felt that something was wrong. If that's a goblin thing, then who issued the cleanup mission?

"Of course, for thousands of years, the whole town understands. But the house was nominally owned by an old family, well, I guess what to call it, yes, Pendragon!"

Chenxi glanced at Wang Yun, and began to feel that this matter was not as simple as it seemed!

"Didn't you say it was the private property of the goblins?"

"It's not the so-called Moetula law, only the human race can be the master of the land. But it was given to the goblins in the time of the great king, as if to repay some kind of favor!

"Shut up, bastard, that family is not something we can talk about, if you want to die, get out there, don't trouble us here!" the bartender, who had been dozing off, shouted angrily at the old drunkard. The latter shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but didn't say anything more.

Chenxi no longer frowned at the stench, in fact, he now felt that Wang Yun's small gold bar was really worth it. It seems that behind this incident, the Pendragon family has taken a very disgraceful side, and they have inadvertently mixed in a puddle of troubled water.

"One last request, I want to see the bodies of the first two. Dawn saw that the old drunkard didn't seem to want to talk anymore, so he decisively wanted to end the conversation.

"There are no corpses, only minced meat, but it saves me a lot of effort!" the old drunkard muttered as he glanced at the counter and saw that the bartender was no longer paying attention to him.

Seeing that she wouldn't get anything more, Chenxi got up and glanced at Wang Yun, and was about to go out. "But they still have this left, and if you ask me for a day's drink first, it's yours. ”

Behind him came the voice of a drunkard. Dawn turned her head to see an old-fashioned pistol wrapped in blood-stained rags being thrown on the wine table with a thudding sound, which looked quite heavy. "Pistol?" Dawn was a little surprised, he hadn't touched a monk with a pistol yet!

"That's all there is left, the first staff is a good thing, in exchange for a few drinks for me. As for this, it looks like the stuff of the Vatican, which makes me feel uncomfortable and not easy to get rid of, if you want, you can take the money for a drink. ”