The old shopkeeper of the hotel in the town of Hleiin got up early in the morning as usual, the dew of the morning frost has not fallen from the wooden signboard, the clammy cold made the old shopkeeper involuntarily stomp his feet, the morning sun on the horizon also slept soundly in a dream at this time, more than ten years of habits, so that the old shopkeeper of the hotel will always be the earliest one to open a store on this commercial street, the early bird has insects to eat this allusion The old shopkeeper has been implemented for more than ten years, thinking that his old store will soon be passed on to the son who is not a weapon, the old shopkeeper sighed heavily, and the action of wiping the table has slowed down a lot。 Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boss, do you have anything to eat?" As a few chaotic steps stepped into the small wooden shop, the cold outside was also brought in, but the old shopkeeper did not blame the guests for bringing in the cold, but put on a smile firmly engraved in his bones.

"Yes, yes, I don't know what this old man needs?" The signature smile hung out, and any villain came to give in three points, but today's old shopkeeper's smile was a little useless, for no other reason, because the guests who came in made him a little overwhelmed, after all, anyone who saw a few beauties with different styles and different merits would be a little overwhelmed, not to mention that every day in front of the five big and three rough rough men, suddenly got into a few delicate beautiful girls, so that the old shopkeeper was a little unable to let go.

"Wheat bread, and by the way, add a jug of grape juice. The abrupt male voice came out from behind the three beauties, and also broke the old shopkeeper's thoughts, only to see a young man in leather armor very skillfully squeezed away the three beauties, and walked in front of the old shopkeeper, the dew of the corners of the clothes spread out in the small hotel with the pace of the young man, and a long sword wrapped in cloth hung on the young man's waist, which looked like the flower messenger of the three ladies.

"Yes, yes, sit, sitting. The old shopkeeper warmly greeted the four guests and sat in a window position, and then trotted out the golden bread and wine that had just been baked in the back kitchen, and put them respectfully on the table, and began to silently wipe the other tables, but Yu Guang had been looking at the three women and one man who came in, and then noticed that among the three ladies, the lady with pink fluffy hair looked obviously smaller, only eleven or twelve years old, and her little daughter was no older than her own daughter, and the flaxen-haired lady kept smiling at the gobbling boy, and from time to time she also gave her bread to the boy, The lady with long purple hair should be the most elegant in this line, the old shopkeeper has never seen a piece of bread that can be eaten so slowly, but this lady's clothes sound strange, and the black and white style reminds the old shopkeeper of the maid costume of Hleiin's famous gold cave, but this should not be possible.

The strange four people in the eyes of the old shopkeeper are naturally Birmingham and his party who have been on their way to the imperial capital of Betley, after coming out of the small town of Stoley, the four of them rushed to the imperial capital almost non-stop, not only because the tension in the imperial capital made Flora feel worried, but more importantly, the physical condition of the little ghost was a problem, Flora was indeed a little surprised by the sudden appearance of the little ghost, after all, anyone would be surprised by the sudden appearance of a cousin, and this cousin is much older than herself, but because the little ghost has been a ghost for too long, decades have made many memories of the little ghost have been corroded by time, Although it looks relatively healthy now, but the spirit body of the little ghost has begun to be unstable for a long time, and it won't be too long, this cousin will disappear in the long river of time, so no matter what, find a puppet body for this little ghost cousin to stabilize the soul, this kind of puppet used to stabilize the soul is only available in the imperial capital, which is also the reason why everyone is stepping up.

Just when the group in Birmingham was thinking about how to rescue the little ghost, the old shopkeeper's small hotel welcomed a familiar guest.

"Lord Logan, it's so early today!" the old shopkeeper did not hide the joy in his heart, the strong man in front of him was a real gold master, but today's Lord Logan's face was not too good-looking.

Hearing the greeting of the hotel owner, Birmingham subconsciously turned his perspective to this Lord Logan, the tower-like body stood quietly at the door, the red heavy armor was firmly wrapped around the body of Lord Logan, the face without a helmet was exposed to everyone's eyes without care, the scar of three fingers was slanted down from the left forehead, and extended to the end of the corner of the mouth, a messy beard seemed to have not been repaired, and a few thin wooden sticks hung on it, compared to the messy beard, the condition of the hair was a little better, but the bald hair had a heavy head oil, even if Birmingham sat so far away, by the rising sun, can clearly see a thin layer of oil covered the top of this Lord Logan's head, compared to the hair that people dare not compliment, this Lord Logan's eyes are as sharp as a falcon, but the sharp eyes are covered with a shallow layer of tiredness.

"Oh, old Glenn, why are you, your son, today?" seemed to hear the greeting of the innkeeper at last, and Lord Logan walked to an empty table with small steps and sat down, his iron boots making every step of Lord Logan creaking.

"My unsuccessful son, who had to go as a knight's attendant, went out yesterday. "The old shopkeeper hated that iron could not be made of steel.

When Logan heard the words of the knight's entourage, his already terrifying face turned iron-blue, and the iron gloves slapped on the table in front of him, and several cracks spread out from the palm of his hand, so frightened that the old shopkeeper changed color on the spot.

"Damn, they're going to take human lives to fill it, old Gülen, for the sake of you and I who have known each other for many years, I advise you to get your son back quickly, otherwise you may not be able to find it back. Before Lord Logan finished speaking, the small hotel welcomed a third group of guests, but this group of guests, the old shopkeeper didn't want to see it at all, the grave keeper of Hrein.

"Old Gülen, this is your son's pension, take it well, a total of three gold coins, two gold coins for your son's funeral expenses, really, I got up in the middle of the night to dig a pit for your stupid son, but don't worry, my craftsmanship is the best in the town, and my son's pit is dug in all directions, not big or small. The stooping grave keeper flicked a worn-out gold coin under old Gülen's trembling legs, and some of the tattered human heads on the coin were stained with mud.

"Bastard, Betley has long stopped issuing this gold coin, don't you want to live!" Lord Logan looked at the gold coin that the grave keeper bounced over, and Tie Qing's face was full of anger.

"I don't like to hear Lord Logan's words, this gold coin was sent to us by Viscount Jester himself, can it be that you are questioning Viscount Jester, let me tell you Logan, you have violated Lord Viscount's conscription order, just wait for the spear of the gendarmerie." The grave keeper was not afraid of Logan's anger at all, but looked at Logan with a grin.

As soon as he heard the conscription order, Lord Logan's face was full of anger as if it had been condensed by frost, so he had to helplessly watch Old Gülen pick up the worn-out gold coin without saying a word, his hand that had worked for many years had already become extremely thin, but when he pinched this gold coin, Old Gülen's hand seemed strong and powerful, and he held the gold coin firmly in his hand like a life-threatening root, even if a trace of blood flowed out of his fingers, he didn't care.

"Issuing discarded currency without permission is a great crime, don't your viscounts know it!" a sonorous question came from the window table, and old Gülen watched the woman with long flaxen hair standing there like a javelin with cloudy eyes, and hot tears flowed from her eyes, which crossed his ravine-strewn face.

"Yo, there's another beauty here, no, it's three. The grave keeper's dark eyes looked at the sudden Birmingham people, and his thick lips grinned, revealing white gums and yellow teeth.

"Answer my question, grave keeper. Tina ignored the grave guard's squinting eyes and continued to question.

"Very simply, little beauty, because in Hlein, the Viscount is His Majesty. The grave keeper, who didn't care how perversely he said, still swept his gaze from every part of the beauty, but the position of the young man blocked half of the grave keeper's vision.

"Really?" the tone of provocative voice came from Tina's mouth, and the grave keeper suddenly had a very dangerous feeling, his withered yellow hair stood up straight, and dense small bumps appeared on his bare skin, and the grave keeper didn't have time to shout a bold slogan, and his already thin chest was like being smashed by a giant hammer, and the whole person flew out upside down, and with a muffled sound, he fell down the avenue, and there was already a large group of people gathered on the commercial street.