When a violent hurricane blows from the sea far south. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a small town on the southeast coast of the Haim continent, and it has entered the season of raging storms. The inky clouds are so low that you can reach them. And this small town, under such coercion, can only squeak and groan.

The wind whistled through the empty streets with all kinds of waste. The single window of the ownerless and dilapidated wooden house on the outskirts of the city slapped back and forth against the half-collapsed house, and after a while, it also left with the strong wind. The unfriendly weather makes it rare for businessmen to visit at this time of year, but it's not absolute.

Like in the middle of town, in the warm and strange-smelling tavern, a young merchant and his hired guards were unlucky to be blocked here. On the shiny seat, the three of them drank sullen wine with a sad brow. The merchant's dress is not flashy but quite elegant, and the equipment of the two mercenaries is also good.

A full set of chain mail, weapons are also polished and shiny, and there are some miscellaneous things hanging on the body, all of which are gadgets that can be used to survive in the wild, and the muscles are strong and smooth, and the price of such a mercenary is not low. It seems that the young businessman has a good family, and although it is his first time going out to do business, he is quite well prepared, at least he takes his safety very seriously.

And as for why everyone knows, this is a rookie businessman who has just gone out. The fact that he is not very old, whether he drinks or eats, and the presence of only one merchant in the tavern, speaks for itself.

I only heard that this town sells good pearls, as well as some rare seafood, so I came here with great enthusiasm. But when he arrived at the place, he was dumbfounded to find that the good things had been bought by the merchants who arrived first, and they had all left before the storm came.

And only he, a stupid fellow, would run to this place where there is not even a ghost shadow except for a specific season when the storm is coming.

The storm at sea would continue for weeks without stopping, and even the ships that usually gathered in the harbor had already left the place to stay in a more suitable sheltered place.

Most of the people who will stay in the town now are old people who don't want to leave, the others have already taken refuge in the inland city of Kari, and the rest of the guards, except for the guards who can't leave because of their duties, are those who are unlucky enough to be blocked by the storm. Forced to hide in the tavern like a young merchant, there are also a few mercenaries who are already in the prime of life.

It's just that they look very laid-back, and some time ago, they relied on escorting merchants to and from Kari, so that they have already made a full money bag. This time I was trapped in a small town, but it was an accident caused by greed. And since it's impossible to leave, there's no harm in staying here.

There was warm mead in the glass, a warm flame in the fireplace of the tavern, a game of quinta cards with old friends when I was bored, and the cutie upstairs who was still sleeping after a tired night. As long as they still have gold coins in their pockets, then thank all the good gods, this is their little paradise!

Bang! Bang!

The door of the tavern, sealed with three wooden bolts, was as strong as a window that was also sealed with wooden bars, but it was beaten hard by someone who shouldn't have been. The mercenaries who were laughing loudly were quiet because of this sudden sound, there was a terrible storm outside, even monsters didn't want to come out at this time, who would knock on the door at this time?

The noisy tavern was silent for a few seconds, and there was nothing but whining outside the door, and just when everyone thought they had misheard, there was a heavy knock on the small door, no more, no less, and three times. It didn't seem that the door was smashed by the debris blown by the wind, and the tavern owner came to the door with some muttering, and called a mercenary to help by the way.

Although no one wanted to open the door at this time, the warmth in the house was taken away by the cold storm, but since the owner of the tavern planned to let this customer in, he had no choice but to give him a hand, and the mercenary who ran on this line all year round was already quite familiar with the tavern owner.

The thick wooden bolt was laboriously removed, leaving the door open with a small gap, and the cold wind mixed with the damp rain blew in violently, making several people shiver at the door.

The tavern keeper leaned down on the crack in the door for a moment, and after making sure that it was a thin man outside the door, he removed the last wooden bolt. In an instant, a biting cold wind rushed in, and the warm tavern instantly merged with the storm outside because of the wide open door.

The thin man outside the door quickly slipped in, turned to help the tavernkeeper, and closed the door back with a wooden bolt. And at this time, with the help of the light of the chandelier on the roof, the tavern could see the figure of this nasty ghost.

The thin figure is not tall, it is estimated that it is only as tall as their little cutie, the black hair and yellowish skin that have never been seen before, and the appearance of the face is completely exotic, they have never seen such a race. The black-haired young man in a strange costume looked at the mercenaries in the room and was obviously stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face became a little weird.

He silently walked to the edge of the fire, took off the clothes that looked good, looked around and found a bucket to wring out the clothes, and hung them directly on the rope by the fire, and then he looked at the same damp pants, and looked up at the room of people watching him, and finally decided to wear them on his body after a moment's hesitation.

The man, who was not very old, found a chair and sat on the edge of the fire, his hair was still wet and dripping, but his face did not look pale.

"Young man, why did you come to Karan at this time?" the tavern keeper came to the fire with the honey in his hand, looked at the young man and asked, "It seems that you are not from Tara, but from a foreign land?"

Hearing the words coming from behind him, the young man showed a somewhat stiff smile, took the honey wine in the tavernkeeper's hand, looked at the wine glass in his hand and hesitated, touched it in the pocket of his pants, and took out a gold coin. Looking at the gold coin handed to him, a loud laugh came from the boss's voice, and he reached out to take the Sauvallon.

"I've asked you for this wine, if you need anything, you can come to me, I guess you'll stay here for a while. ”

"I don't think he understands you. The young merchant, who was sitting near the fire, looked into the eyes of the foreign visitor, and said to the tavernkeeper, "Just look at his eyes, and nothing you say." ”

"Hey, you stupid fork!" one of the mercenaries shouted as he stood up, smiling at the dark-haired man, and raised his glass. The black-haired man looked at the mercenary and hesitated, but Shan finally stood up with a smile, raised the wine glass in his hand at the mercenary, and drank the honey wine together.

Well, now everyone in the tavern understands that this man really doesn't understand their language.

"Well, the language barrier is a big problem. The tavernkeeper licked his lips and looked at the smiling brunette man with an amused expression, and it was quite interesting to have such a strange visitor in the midst of this boring storm.

The surrounding mercenaries saw the man's reaction, as if they had found some novel toy, raised the wine glass in their hands with a kind smile, and blurted out ugly swear words. If you compile a book of the filthy language that these wandering creatures have learned, you can kill a cow without falling too high.

At first, the black-haired man responded one by one, but when he found that everyone raised their glasses, the sound in their mouths was never repeated, and their eyes were also playful. He finally realized what was happening, and the smile on his lips vanished.

"Doesn't look like a stupid person. ”

The young merchant did not join in the play, not only because he had been educated not to allow him to tease a poor man in this way, but because he found it rather rude and cruel to do so. A lonely person is displaced to a different place, in a place where the language is not understood, life must be quite difficult.

Maybe the guide who brought him here died, or he was hit by a robber or a monster in the middle of the road, or maybe the ship sank nearby, but something bad must have happened to him that made him fall to such a point.

The clothes hanging by the stove, the merchant has already seen it, although the material is only cotton, but the workmanship is quite exquisite, not only the knitting is quite fine, every button is also the same unknown material, but it is not like glass and crystal, the seams are so fine that people can hardly see the interface, and the people who can wear this dress will not be ordinary people.

"Alright, alright, you bastards! Stop messing with this poor fellow. ”

The tavern owner smashed the table with some dissatisfaction, and the loud voice he had cultivated because of running this tavern instantly overshadowed the voices of the mercenaries. If you want to shock these lawless guys, you must not have a low voice, which is also a necessary skill for a good tavern owner.

The tavern owner obviously still has some prestige, after all, if they don't want to be kicked out of the only place they can stay at this time, it's better to be honest and obedient, and they are not really bad guys to the bone, if they can stay in this tavern, the tavern owner knows the roots, and he won't let them in if they are bad scum.

If you want your own tavern to have business, then the atmosphere in the town must naturally be good, so that merchants can come to trade with confidence. And as long as the tavern that is most likely to hide dirt and dirt does not exist without those scum, then the atmosphere of the town will naturally be good, and there will be business to do, a very simple philosophy of life.

After knowing that the black-haired young man could not understand his words, the tavern owner didn't say anything useless, sniffed his big red nose, returned to his bar, looked at the gold coin in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed.

Fifty-six silver coins were counted out of the cash drawer, and they were placed in a cloth money bag that was not very well sewn, and after reminding the young man, he threw them at him from a distance, and there was some reluctance in his eyes. An exotic person who doesn't understand any language is not a common fat sheep.

Catching the flying money bag and counting the number of coins in it, the young man didn't say anything, he didn't know much about the exchange ratio here, but he thought that since the boss would find the money back, it shouldn't be too exaggerated.

Looking at the money bag in his hand, the young man hesitated for a moment, and finally got up and went to the bar, pointed to the wine glass in his hand, and placed a silver coin on the bar, and this time he got 16 copper coins, as well as a glass of honey wine.