As the saying goes, there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman, and the main reason is that it is difficult for normal people to understand their thinking. %77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

Tiana spent the whole night planning the general construction of the camp, and Lolana had no interest in it, and it only took her half an hour to set up a prototype of a lively market in the camp.

On the way to escape, the refugees have learned to accept militarized management, and the efficiency of work is naturally relatively fast. Under the constant orders issued by Lorana, a series of blacksmith shops, bakeries, grocery stores, and so on have sprung up quietly.

Tiana is worried about the shortage of living materials, but Lolana sees things from a very different perspective than her. The resources scavenged by the exile team along the way were indeed somewhat beyond their own size of tens of thousands. But in itself, it's still a considerable amount of wealth. Since it can't be evenly distributed, it is better to centralize and unify scheduling.

If there are only five pairs of pants in a hundred people, then no one should wear them. If there are twenty pairs of pants, give preference to young women. Men go out to work bare-assed, and the old woman and the little fart don't need to care.

Elle didn't see any benefit in doing so, mainly because he didn't have the patience to listen to Lorana's explanations. If you want to play, you might as well play seriously, so he decides to make a cameo appearance as the tavern owner - this tavern is also a special project that Lolana has specially ordered to focus on.

There were few buildings in the valley other than the ruins of the Blackstone Fort, but El's soldiers found an intact stable outside the castle. Although it is a little damaged, it is still fine with a simple repair. There are still a lot of straw stacks stored in the stables, probably because no one cares about them, most of them are moldy and can't be used as horse feed, but they can barely make a living if they are used as bar counters and tables.

Anyway, there will be no outsiders coming, and my own people will not be so particular.

This shabby setting up was a little touching to the point that El was reminded of his last days in Istalen. He, Antonio, and Katyusha were drinking in the dilapidated tavern.

A Templar who has lost his faith, a lord whose territory is about to fall, and a turtle officer who is about to lose his lover...... It's really ironic in retrospect, and I don't know who is more pitiful.

"Very good, that's it, keep this feeling of vicissitudes of life, and the expression is a little deeper. This is a tavern owner with a story. ”

At this time, Lolana had already changed into a tavern maid dress that she didn't know where to find it, and the subtle familiarity made the corners of El's eyes twitch.

I said...... How do you have such clothes?"

"I took it from my father. ”

"I don't remember the old man's chamber of commerce where the ladies wore clothes like this. ”

"Of course not. This is what Tika left behind. You guessed it, the one she replaced. ”

Seeing the bruises on El's head, Lorana held her chin and grinned, "Can't I just wear the clothes your woman wears?"

"You didn't tell me that the old man still has Tika's relics. El gritted his teeth and whispered.

"What's the use of a woman's clothes, do you dream under your pillow every night?" said Lorana, half-narrowing her eyes with a look of disdain.

"Take it off for me!" El said angrily.

"Do you want me to take it off now?" Lolana smiled, leaning forward slightly, deliberately letting El see the fair skin inside her low-cut neckline, which was obvious - I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

El licked his lips and struggled for a long time, but finally sighed and asked helplessly, "Miss." Stop making a fuss, what the hell do you want to play?"

"Don't worry, we haven't got the cast together yet. Lolana showed her cute little tiger teeth and said with a smile.

Wine is easy to collect, but not so much for drinkers. Although it is said that as long as it is a soldier, he can drink two sips, but no one will be full and will run to his boss to drink heavily, and a group of rough men can't act. When the time comes, it will get in the way.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of idle people in the camp, such as the female spies and crows of the Kor, the gray goblin cooks and kobolds, and the down-and-out nobles...... In short, the hodgepodge of three religions and nine streams gathered together is definitely more like that kind of mysterious tavern where the protagonist takes on a mission in the minstrel story.

Speaking of bards, Monsieur Bonaparte is definitely the answer. The street performer, who has a career of 20 years in acting and three prison sentences, is now the head of Tiana's organization of civilians. But if it was something that Miss Lolana explained, of course he wouldn't mind coming over and making a cameo.

After gathering such a bunch of demons and monsters, and serving steaming potato stew and a large glass of ale, the air in the stables was immediately filled with the taste of a real tavern, which made El have to admire the intelligence of the eldest lady from the bottom of his heart, whenever she devoted all her energy to one thing. Perfection will always be achieved.

"Boss, I think we still have to call the two brothers over, we have thousands of people up and down the mountain, and it's not realistic to have a few people come over to drink. After Timmy turned around, he scratched his head and whispered, "I'll find a few honest brothers, come over and drink directly to death, there must be a few drunks in the tavern, otherwise what else is it called?"

"You're right, go for it. El and Lolana looked at each other and nodded.

"Wait a minute, where is my sister? I haven't seen her all morning?" Delaire played with the silver carved wine glass in his hand, stared at Lolana suspiciously, and asked, "Now that Miss Lorana has recovered, do you need anything else from her?"

"Mr. Delare, you can call me Laura, a name that is more appropriate to who I am now. Lolana held the round plate to her chest, tilted her head and smiled, "Miss Jessica spent a lot of energy last night and is resting with me. If she wakes up, she can come with me as a tavern maid. ”

El struggled to maintain the expression on his face, trying not to reveal a flaw that would make Delaire suspicious. However, this guy's sister control seems to have reached an incorrigible level, and despite Lolana's personal assurance, he still vaguely senses that something is wrong.

Thinking that this guy even did not hesitate to kneel and swear allegiance to his former enemies for the sake of his sister, if Jessica really had three longs and two shorts, it was hard to imagine what this guy would do.

"Without further ado, what the hell are you trying to do?" asked Delare, tossing his glass away, impatiently.

"Don't worry, we're just in the background of this stage. Lolana smiled slightly, pointed to the door and said, "Welcome to our real protagonist—"

Hearing the girl's introduction like a theatrical aria, everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the figure who had just entered the door.

It was General Hank and his lieutenant Kevin.

El's heart moved, and he finally understood Lorana's intentions somewhat.

"Miss Lorana, I don't think there's any need to stir up the crowd like this. General Hank glanced at the makeshift backdrop and said with a frown.

"It's not just about solving your problem, we certainly have other purposes. But as far as you're concerned, don't you want to make a decision?" asked Lorana, looking into General Hank's eyes.

The support of the Night's Watch forces is actually a little unsustainable by now, and according to the agreement, or just the excuse they made for themselves, they escorted the refugees to the Thunder Fortress, even if they completed their final mission. As for what to do next, General Hank himself had no clue in his mind.

They have lost their former glory and legacy, and the ruins of Dimient, guarded for millennia, have been buried underground, and the Truth Society, to which they are allegiated, has raised its butcher's knife against them. They had nowhere to go, no supplies, weapons in hand but no idea who they were fighting for.

However, in Lolana's view, they are not completely out of the ordinary. No matter how noble and glamorous the truth may be, there is no reason to refuse to accept the elite troops who once swore allegiance to them, perhaps they just happened to be forgotten. The Shadow Councillor Quezalas may have been an old neurotic with a water in his head, and maybe there would be a surprise if he had changed the communication channel.

General Hank was noncommittal, and after Quezalas's betrayal, his mood remained negative. Once the faith in his heart collapses, it is difficult to recover, and he must also take responsibility for his brother's life.

However, there must be a conclusion to this matter, either to regain faith or to cut off the past, and the night watchman must recognize the reality and determine the direction in which he is going.

General Hank hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to sit down, he put his helmet on the table, sighed heavily, and said nothing.

"That...... Miss Lorana, I'm a little worried, do you think you can fool the scholar of the Truth Society with such a simple arrangement?" Kevin asked hesitantly, looking around.

"Of course, no problem, as long as you don't get too nervous, Mr. Kevin. I suggest you two have a bottle of 20-year-old gin to help you get into the groove as quickly as possible. Luo Lana took out a wine bottle from the bar and put it in front of the two of them, clapped her hands and said loudly: "Everyone, pay attention, let's rehearse the script, it's actually very simple, as long as you play freely and don't be too restrictive, there will be no problem." ”

Looking at Lorana's sparkling eyes, El had a vague feeling that her purpose was not as simple as she had said. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )