"What the hell are you telling me what you're doing down there with an apron?!" the dwarf cursed as she shoved four ducks into her husband's hands, "Go, pluck the fur and clean the entrails!"

The archer was still rubbing the mud from his boots, and the throwing knife sat down at a table next to Horn's, with only the mercenaries walking towards the two. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Lame, we're already hungry, and we've taken in a few foreign dolls who are also hungry and lost in the forest, hurry up and boil the duck soup, preferably with some lemon." ”

"Lemons?" the dwarf glared back, "where do I get lemons? you think this is Assyria? why don't you jump up on the lemon tree and pick a basket for us, plus delicious olives and pomegranates?" she poked the mercenary's breastplate with her wrinkled fingers, which were as rough as sticks. "There's no lemon here, old lady! If you really want to eat it, you can go to those damn nobles' houses and grab some back!

Hearing her say this, Horn only felt his stomach stir. "You have ale and onions?"

"What's wrong, isn't it enough?"

"No, that's enough, we'll pay for them. Horn looked at Sulla, who immediately pulled out his money bag and took out a gold coin from it and placed it on the table.

"Yo, I'm not very old, but I'm quite generous!" she rushed over like a chariot again, "Three babies, don't think that you can be an uncle here with a few stinky money, I don't have a feather bed here, no hot water to bathe in, and don't expect too much from that lame cook, do you hear that!" After saying that, she still picked up the gold coin, put it in her mouth and bit it. "Husband!"

The husband just wanted to sneak out, but she called him and hurried back. "I'm going to pluck the ducks, what's the matter, wife?"

"They gave a gold coin, and for that they went to the garden to pluck some cabbages!" she ordered, "and the mercenaries go and get food, and the knives go and make a fire to roast the ducks." She followed the crowd to see the archers still grinding their boots. "And the guy who stained the old lady's floor, go and bring the barrel over, the distinguished little guest is interested in our ale, are you deaf?!" she said and rushed to the kitchen like a wind.

The mercenaries didn't cook, the knives didn't roast the ducks, and the archers, perhaps out of apology for soiling the floor, went to the kitchen to bring a large vat of ale. "Hey, kids, hand me over if you want to drink, but don't drink too much, two or three drinks per person. ”

Horn handed out the cup as he leaned over the throwing knife at the next table. "Uncle Dao, is this the wife you spent all your savings to help the lame beg?" As he spoke, the archer poured him a full glass of wine and handed it over. "I think it's better not to ask for it. ”

"Shhhhhh

"Oh, okay. Horn handed over a new cup.

"Toast to the ale to-morrow, and the duck for dinner!" When the wine was full, the archer sat down on the barrel and cried out in high spirits, "May the god Namu bless you!"

"May the god Namu bless us, aha!" the mercenary grunted, taking a large sip and wiping the foam from his mouth with the back of his hand.

The proprietress husband hurried through the front door, lame and crooked, with mud-stained cabbage in his apron. "There are horses in the stables! three! And they are good horses! God, I have never seen such a good horse!" she declared, as they did not know yet.

"Yes, the three young ladies of the childe. Throwing Knife put down his cup and stood up, "Alright, I'm going to roast the duck." ”

Dinner was very generous. The roast duck with the knives was delicious, the skin was crispy and tender, the lame duck bone soup was not as bad as the proprietress had suggested, and the cabbage and strawberry salad and buttered bread, all of which were aided by the refreshing ale wine, which Horn, who had been hungry for days, felt that this wine was more mellow than wine.

"If you're full, I'll put the plates away?" the proprietress asked the three guests as she munched on a mint leaf.

Sonny nodded preemptively. "Thank you for the hospitality, it was very tasty. ”

"It's good that Miss Childe likes it. The knives rested on the table and looked at them with a smile on his face.

Horn frowned slightly. The ale and hot soup did not make him lose his alert, and he waited for the outsiders to move everything on the plate before allowing Sonny and Sulla to do it, and by this time the tall mercenary had already left the hall, under the pretext that it was convenient, but the guy had been gone for a quarter of an hour and had not returned. "It feels so good to be full, I don't know if our horses are full, I'm going to see them. ”

"Don't worry, the lame will take care of them for you, and you've paid a gold coin for it!" said the archer with a smile.

"I'm going to make it easier. Sonny seemed to have insight into his friend's meaning.

"It's dark in that place, let's go together. The knives took their legs off the table and patted their round stomachs, the knives on their belts glittering silver in the light.

"You ....... What do you mean?" Horn took a wary step back, shielding Sula behind him.

"Hey, how do you say that you can change your face, the flying knife is just afraid that Sonny's little brother will fall into the pit, haha. The archer scratched his head.

"Yes, what about kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs?"

"Hey, it's noisy!!!" called the proprietress as she was cleaning up the dishes.

"I went out to breathe, and it was a little stuffy here. Horn said, tightening his cloak.

"There's a wolf out there, and I don't want to collect your corpses. The archer stood up from his chair, the smile on his face gone.

Horn's gaze glanced at the longbow on the table, and Sonny immediately understood. In the next second, the flames devoured the longbow out of thin air, along with the table, along with the leather armor and breeches of the throwing knife, and the proprietress screamed in amazement, like thunder. "You kids are crazy?!"

"Let's go!" Horn kicked the archer out, and Sonny waved his hand to build a wall of fire in the air, pulling Sura and rushing out of the hall.

It was pitch black outside, but fortunately the horses in the stables were still there. Several people got on their horses and kicked their horses in the belly, and galloped away to the shouts of the three people who had just rushed out of the door behind them, and then galloped in the wilderness. Now it doesn't matter what goes east and west, north and south, it's important to get rid of those guys.

Horn leaned forward, urging the horses to run, when a group of people suddenly appeared behind him, cursing and shouting for them to go back, but the three chose to turn a deaf ear.

After a long time, he looked back, and saw dozens of torches dancing wildly in the wind in the darkness, and everything was as he expected, and Uncle Lawrence came after him. Those three guys had already discovered their identities. "Quick, quick, run!" he told his mount, "Quick!"