Time leaked silently through his fingers like a stream of sand, and by the time Riga had cleaned the chain mail and the rust from his weapons, the glass drain in the room had been turned upside down for the eighth time. It is for this reason that the language used in the Duchy of Dragoninus does not include the word 'hourglass', but instead uses the word 'hour' or, more commonly, 'natural time'.

The centurion, who had watched the Quid with some difficulty spreading the chain mail with a thick wooden stick and applying grease, and had changed into a fiery red leather coat, suddenly squeezed in through the door, touched his chin with his fingers, and exclaimed, "It's eight o'clock in the sun, Riga." We should rush to 'Ambergris', this is the time we have made an appointment with Captain Luke. In addition, I have long missed the **boss lady** and face. ”

The greasy hunter turned his head, glanced at the sky through the crack in the door, and replied to the companion in a tone of chagrin: "Damn the rainy season, I don't see a little sunlight right now. Even forget that this water drop instrument was inverted a few times. "There's an expensive glass drain next to you!!, the latest timer made by Master Dragonus. The centurion asked the Quaid in a shocked tone. "Although it looks different from before, this smooth and transparent container is very valuable. ”

"How expensive is this thing? How many steel coins can it sell for? It doesn't do much to me, the cold weather on the ice field will make the 'water leak' form a solid ice. Looking at the somewhat blurry, distorted image above, Riga washed her grease-stained hands in the bucket next to her, then grasped the drain with her still greasy and oily hands, and gripped the slender neck in the middle.

"You'd better be careful. The centurion hurried over to the hunter, holding the precious object in vain, not even bothering about the murky droplets of water dripping on his new coat. "This thing is worth more than fifty steel coins, and is one of the most popular items that mages have researched as their primary means of earning money. It wasn't until he saw the Quaid people's disbelieving eyes that he cautiously added a sentence. "Only those spellcasters can make this with alchemy. ”

Riga put the water leak back on the table with some excitement, and then opened her mouth with her eyes shining brightly: "This is an extra big fortune, an officer sent it last night as a gift from the consul. ”

Some distressed people dragged a fine linen cloth from the side to wipe the oil spots, and then the Longinus people asked, "A gift from the Earl?" this is surprising news, and few people can be so valued by His Excellency. ”

"It would be better if it was a bag of steel coins. Regardless of what his friend was saying, the hunter wiped his fingers off the sackcloth with some regret, and then muttered as he took off his old coat. He had to re-braid his hair and beard, and put on a new coat. The centurion said that the 'ambergris' was full of **** beautiful maids, so he resolutely let the Quaid people dress up cleanly. At the very least, you have to straighten your beard and long braids, because the smell from it is really unpleasant. So when Riga cleaned his body with warm clean water last night, he broke his thick braids and even carefully rubbed his beard a few times. The same was true of Gal and several other Quaids, who were now waiting outside the door in their red leather cloaks.

'Ambergris' is not in the Hexagonal Castle, it is close to the civilian area, near a stream that joins the Fabreck River to the east of the port. Although the centurion used to be a frequent visitor there, the three years have blurred the memory in his mind, after all, Karasheng has changed too much in the past three years.

The lucky dragon inus, after half a prayer at the junction, finally found the familiar road and quickly reached their destination.

This famous tavern is indeed different from its counterparts near the port. The shabby taverns, which mainly cater to civilians as a pastime, are noisy and dirty, but they are clean and spacious. The tavern is in a large, beautifully built house. The thick walls of oak stumps were already covered with vine branches with turquoise leaves, making it look like the home of elves. Merchants, sailors, and even soldiers in the uniform of the Dragoninus entered and exited through the dangling wooden door in the south, and in short, anyone with a bulging wallet could enter.

Tall, strong as brown bears, the Quaids shone like steel in the crowd, so the Dragoninus people who came in and out stared at them with strange eyes until the barbarians broke into the noisy house.

The clouds of the rainy season swallow up all the light, so the Carrasan during the silver moon is not bright. Merchants also chose to rest at this time, giving the hired workers the opportunity to indulge. The tavern was now full, and commoners in old clothes were hard to find in 'ambergris', and they mostly preferred cheap and uninhibited taverns. Only sailors who have just finished shipping and are now stuffing their wallets with steel coins are willing to enjoy the wine in this season, just because the big ** maids of 'ambergris' are the most ****, and even the laughter is with the charm of making men duel.

Captain Luke, who had just finished a voyage, was now having a bulging wallet, so even without the centurion's invitation, the captain would bring the sailors here for a night. The tall Quaid were even more conspicuous in the tavern, so much so that the group of sailors quickly spotted them.

"Quaid, we're here. One of the sailors cheered with his glass aloft, and the other companions struck the wooden table with a welcome impact. Most of the sailors wore old, well-cleaned Baroque silk shirts, which were said to have been adapted by a powerful captain in the style of the Morian desert people's clothes, after all, silk clothes were cooler and softer and easier to dry in stormy seas. I don't know when this shirt became the exclusive clothing of sailors.

"Hey, Luke. You seem to have come a little early. The centurion untied the strap of his sword that was tied diagonally around his waist, then ripped off the cuffs of his long red leather tunic and sat down on the wooden table.

"A sailor is never unprepared. The captain handed him an oak cup, then whipped his brown hair, which was as dry as hay, and sparsely furled. "Otherwise, the wind and waves in the North Sea will swallow them all. ”

"Sounds reasonable. The centurion shrugged and swallowed the pine nut from the glass. "It seems that you have some potential as a religious priest. ”

"I think I can take that as a compliment. The captain raised his glass to the Quaids, then laughed.

ps: There is one more update tonight. Ask for everything. (To be continued.) )