The brunette young man came at about dinnertime. www.biquge.info Some people have already started to eat, because most of the people who stay here have made a lot of money, and the food they eat is not bad.

The more affluent enjoy a roast with a delicious sauce, a generous portion of vegetable soup, and some whole-wheat bread, while most people have only soup and bread. The so-called gap between the rich and the poor is only whether there is meat to eat, and this is not a small harbor after all.

Placing the money bag on the not-so-clean table, the black-haired young man pointed to the mercenary's food and ordered it with the tavern keeper one by one.

Such a strange way did not cause the boss to be dissatisfied, he obviously understood the intention of the black-haired youth, because of the arrival of the storm, and there was nothing to do, he was also interested in using this way, to tell him how the prices here were, the only thing that worried him was that the excess food was going to be wasted.

Various gestures were used, and for the first time the tavern keeper knew that human body language could be so rich. In order to communicate, the two sides even dipped their fingers in wine and drew all kinds of pictures on the wooden table, until the businessman who was watching the exchange between the two could not stand it and gave them some paper and pen, and then ended the graffiti on the wooden table and moved it to the paper.

The young merchant was obviously interested in the exotic visitor who had come on a stormy night, about his own age, and would not have followed him to the bar, and sometimes he would have helped to make the tavernkeeper's graffiti more understandable, or the dark-haired young man would have easily confused the price of pigs and chickens.

"Mo Yan. ”

The friendly help won the favor of the black-haired youth, and he pointed at himself and uttered two strange tones, at which point the young merchant finally knew the name of the black-haired, but after a few attempts he decided to give up, his tongue could not produce those two sounds, this strange pronunciation was too foreign to him.

"Camos. Learning from the black-haired look, the merchant also pointed to his name and said it, in the silent and interesting exchange just now, Camos probably understood what kind of person Mo Yan was in front of him, not the kind of rude guy he hated, few people after such a setback, as calm and plain as the person in front of him.

It's not a bad thing to have a friend who isn't annoying on this magical night.

Through painting, Camos figured out how Mo Yan came here. According to his simple drawings, he sailed to this continent from far away, but when he got to the coast, the ship accidentally ran aground and sank due to a storm, and some of the crew members were still alive, but they were killed by some strange sea creatures, and he was the only one who survived.

"It's a fish-man. The tavern owner glanced at the monster drawn by Mo Yan, and looked at Mo Yan's eyes as if to say that you are really a lucky guy. Fish-people are a common monster along the coast, and while most of the time they don't come near human settlements, they are not so lucky in the sea.

The number of these monsters is about the same as that of the goblins on the ground, although there is no threat, but once the number increases, and it is at sea, it will be very troublesome, many shipwrecked sailors are dead at the hands of these guys, and some merchant ships that are not well armed will also be robbed by these things.

"At least you survived. Camos filled Mo Yan's cup, and then got himself some honey wine. He knew that Mo Yan couldn't understand his words, but he couldn't express the word alive, this word contained too much, and it was a rather abstract word, and no one could say what state life was.

And Mo Yan also looked a little tired, and this conversation ended here. During the conversation, the cook brought Mo Yan's food, because he had been chatting for a while, so the thick soup and barbecue would not burn his mouth at this time, and after eating everything in the eyes of the tavern owner and Camos looking at monsters, Mo Yan asked for a room so that he could rest, so that he could deal with the impact he had received in just a few hours.

Anyone who was at work hours ago, then fell into the biting waters, was attacked by inexplicable monsters, and enjoyed the storm that only the south could experience, should slow down the amount of information. Mo Yan was not frightened by these sudden changes, but it also made him a little unacceptable. He needs to get some rest, hoping that when he wakes up tomorrow morning, maybe everything will be back to the way it was.

Mo Yan was lying on the unclean bed, and when he was about to sleep, behind the thin wooden board on the left side of the room, the wheezing and moaning of men and women and the creaking of the wooden bed were clearly heard. Originally, Mo Yan planned to endure it, after all, this kind of thing was only a matter of a while, but who knew that it would not gradually quiet down until midnight.

The next day, Mo Yan opened his eyes on time at six o'clock, no matter how late he slept or how uncomfortable he was, he could always wake up on time at this point, and his biological clock could even be accurate to the second. The windows were nailed with planks, and the room was so dark that it seemed to swallow people.

did not light the lamp that went out last night, Mo Yan, who slept in his clothes, sat on the bed, looking at the darkness and was silent. He's still in this strange place, and he may not be able to leave it for the rest of his life. Mo Yan thought a lot in the dark, he didn't have time to sigh and lose his temper, because no matter where he went, people always had to find a way to live and make their lives better.

The only thing that is a little sad is that he may never see that stinky boss again, a friend with whom he has a good relationship, and the master who taught him a lot and caused him a lot of trouble.

Without his own help, what should the master of that world do? When he is old, he still likes to fight bravely, and maybe one day he will miss and kill someone, and it is estimated that it will be very bitter to be hunted down for the rest of his life.

But I guess I don't have a chance to worry about him, I'm already in this strange place, and I don't understand the language, so it won't be an easy experience in the future. And there are those monsters here, although it is not a problem, but who knows what other strange things are.

"I hope it's not a place where lichs roam all over the place, and where demigods are as many as dogs. ”

Mo Yan didn't have an idea after thinking about it, and sighed a little helplessly. He was bored for a moment, and when there was a noise outside, he also got up and walked out of the door. The fireplace in the hall was lit, and a tired-looking woman was lighting a fire, scantily clad the one she had been busy until midnight last night.

Mo Yan walked downstairs and came behind the woman. He didn't know how to say hello, although he didn't have any contempt for women in this special industry, but it would be a very embarrassing thing if she was mistaken for a customer, after all, she didn't look like her.

In the end, Mo Yan patted the woman's shoulder, which was a place that would not cause too many misunderstandings. The woman who was slowly adding firewood was startled by Mo Yan, and sat down on the ground with a grunt, holding her chest and looking behind her in horror, gasping for breath and stunned for a moment, only to realize that it was not a monster standing behind her.

"Do you want to scare me to death?

She stood up, clutching her heaving chest, her voice still shaking. The woman is almost as tall as Mo Yan, or this is the normal height of a woman in this world, some chubby figures look very strong, and her hair looks a little messy because of last night's work.

"Oh, you're that Outlander. ”

Seeing that Mo Yan didn't react, with the help of the bright light of the burning stove and seeing the black hair, the woman reacted completely, she sniffed a little familiarly, and looked at Mo Yan to see what he was going to do, the beasts lying on her last night told her a lot of interesting things.

Seeing that the woman had noticed herself, Mo Yan pointed to her mouth, and stretched out her finger to gestur, signaling that she wanted to eat something. Mo Yan's gesture made the woman laugh out loud, this strange guy doesn't look big, but it seems that the amount of food is surprisingly large, and the amount that five people can eat seems to be just enough for his appetite.

Although the chef of the tavern lives in the restaurant, he should not have gotten up at this time. Working late at night made the woman feel a little backache, but she still went to the back kitchen to get busy. The ingredients were all prepared last night, and it didn't take much time to make them.

"Yo, are you up already?" Camos, who had just walked to the top of the stairs, saw Mo Yan sitting in the middle of the hall, and smiled and greeted him who was destined to get no response. His smile looked bad, for he knew that the only room left in the tavern was next door to the tavern daughter, and that it was not surprising that the women in the tavern were working part-time in this stormy season.

It seems that he deliberately took care of Mo Yan's appetite, although Mo Yan compared the food he ordered for five people, but the bread served on the table far exceeded that amount, and even the utensils containing the soup were a small bucket. The daughter of the tavern, like his father, has a warm heart.

"Bread. Camos picked up the food on the table and said it word by word to Mo Yan, repeating it three times. Since the storm has made this an isolated island, instead of waiting with a sad face, it is better to find something interesting to do, and Camos intends to do so, and in a few weeks it should be able to teach Mo Yan some vocabulary that can be used in life.

Point to an object like this, and then teach Mo Yan to pronounce it. Before Camos' breakfast came up, Mo Yan had already known all the things he ate and the names of the utensils he used. Camos then discovered that Mo Yan is really a very smart person, at least his memory is rarely compared, although the pronunciation is still not standard, but he can remember each word thoroughly after learning it once.

The number of people in the hall of the tavern gradually increased, and the woman did not know when she disappeared, and the tavern owner who came out of the room washed the wooden wine glasses with water, poured bottles of honey wine soaked in hot water, and handed them to the mercenaries who had just gotten up.

No matter what time of year, mead wine is the best drink for mercenaries, wake up in the morning to drink a glass to wake up, noon can increase appetite, and a little more in the evening is the best sleep aid.

And Camos took Mo Yan around the room, teaching Mo Yan those words that he had not taught, and looking at the progress, it was estimated that the storm was not over, and Mo Yan could already communicate simply.

Bang, bang, bang!

A hurried knock on the door resounded through the tavern, and everyone subconsciously looked at Mo Yan. After Mo Yan went to rest, those curious mercenaries asked Camos a lot of questions, and now everyone knew that a ship had sunk nearby, and apparently few people would go out during the storm, so it was very likely that the person knocking on the door now would be Mo Yan's companion, at least someone on a boat.

"Everyone, take your weapons and come with me! The garrison is now calling all the men in the city who can hold weapons!

The door of the tavern was opened again, and standing outside the door was a soldier, with two large stones tied around his waist, although it would be inconvenient to walk, but it ensured that he would not be blown away by the wind, and the language he shouted in his mouth was understood by everyone, but everyone in the hall was stunned on the spot.

Fish-man siege? Is this a joke that the idiot came up with?