At first glance, Jonah didn't recognize what the massive object blocking the sunlight in the doorway was, until the little ball at the top of the fat and elastic pile opened his mouth and said, "What's going on here? There are many eyewitnesses who tell me that there was a murder, or a massacre, here." But all I saw was a few suspicious-looking people sitting in an empty tavern drinking tea. One more thing, this tea is so fragrant. ”

"It depends on whether you choose a simple conversation or a complex statement, Your Excellency. Elliott bent slightly over the unicorn's back to greet the visitor.

"Needless to say, Brother Ellie?" laughed the fat man, "the simpler the better, preferably so simple that I don't have to explain anything to the newborn widow." With that, he walked into the teahouse, nodded politely to everyone, picked up the teapot on the small folding table, shook it, sighed, raised the pot high, poured the last drop of moon grass tea into his mouth, wiped his mouth with unfinished meaning, sat down on the spot, and patted his belly with satisfaction.

Jonah had never seen anyone that fat.

The Archon of the Sukasa Gorge wore red bloomers, black leather boots with spurs, and a loose royal blue cloak—a cloak that Jonah felt was made of enough fabric to make a uniform for everyone in the pitchfork squad—a small, misshapen head sunk in a fat-spilled neck socket, and a white braided straw hat with a pink bow tie over the top hat.

He sat on the ground like a heap of beef for sale covered with a tarpaulin, and Jonah kept measuring his waist-to-height ratio with his eyes, guessing how much the visitor weighed, and geometry and mathematics told the astrologer's apprentice that a man of his size could not support the weight of his body on his legs unless his bones were as strong as steel, or as light as bread.

"Yo, Brother Toba. The archon's eyes lit up, and he waved his round right hand at the chamber chief.

"Hi, girl. Toba's eyes also lit up, and his bewildered expression was swept away by the mysterious proprietress for a long time, and he waved excitedly.

"Ahem, I'll introduce you. The Rose Knight cleared his throat and glanced over the demented-looking Jonah and Sibi, "This is Miss Ross Ross, the supreme consul of Sukasa, an old friend of the Chambermaster, a young and elegant nobleman of St. Bouren, and the protector of the trade routes of the Western Continent. Miss Rose, allow me to introduce Lord Jonah, the astrologer, and Miss Sibby, the archer. ”

"Call me Rose. The archon smiled good-naturedly.

"Thankfully, Miss Ross......" Jonah felt that his outlook on life had been constantly subverted in the past two days. But knowing the Archon's gender, the pink bow tie on her straw hat was less obtrusive—it was obviously a bow.

"Call me Rose. The archon smiled and nodded.

Sibi poked Jonah in the waist with her elbow and whispered in his ear, "You believe she's a woman?"

"Miss Rose, thank you for your cooperation in the previous missions, Miss Sibby rarely participates in high-level missions, so I didn't have a chance to meet you. His Excellency Jonah has just joined our team, and he has come from St. Bourne. Elliott introduced.

"Astrologer of St. Boren?" Ross Rose's eyes widened, and everyone could barely see the astonished gaze that shot between the layers of fat on her face, "the astrological tower on the Red Earth Plains, I know there. My family is in Redstone Fort. -- Once. ”

"Yes, Miss Rose. Redstone Fort has fallen, and I'm sorry. Jonah lowered his eyes.

"Call me Rose. "The newly enthroned Her Majesty Queen Wenger IV, who is also my cousin, has retreated from St. Bouren to Bazelar ahead of schedule, and is now besieged at the fortress of Motima with the royal family of Bazelar. As long as Arsene Wenger is here, St Boren is there. Rest assured, young dude. The spirit of the Redstone Fort is immortal. ”

Jonah looked up at Ross's ugly face, ashamed of his rude inner activity to Miss Archon.

"However, the liaison office of the five guilds has not moved south, they have taken refuge in the Republic of Ebenezer in the north, and it is basically impossible to contact them, unless they find a selfless third-level space mage to help. Said the consul.

"Thank you for your kindness. Jonah said in a respectful tone.

"Sister, I just had a fight with Zavi's dragoons and died, and then the dragoons were gone, and the dead were gone, and the tavern was gone, and the proprietress was gone, and there was nothing, and that's it, do you understand?"

"I don't understand. Rose, Rose shifted her massive body, turning her head as far as she could to see Toba's face.

"I don't understand...... "The head of the room bent his thick neck in shame.

"Miss Rose, Zavi's dragoons are looking for their missing companions, and everyone in the tavern is a bargaining chip for the invaders to get news, and I'm ashamed that no more lives were saved. But when the innkeeper appears, everything is different, and I believe the name will make you look relaxed and happy when explaining what happened to the widows. Elliot smiled.

"Of course, a name is enough, knight brother. The Archon nodded.

"I think this tavern called 'Cutting Board' is actually the legendary wandering coffee shop 'Black Cat'. The Rose Knight pursed her lips with a strange expression.

Rose took off his white straw hat, revealing short blonde hair, and opened his mouth wide: "Dude, you mean the tavern lady is the legendary ......"

"Mrs. Durand!" Sibby sprang to her feet, holding her red cheeks in both hands, her green eyes wide open, "It's Mrs. Durand! I should have thought of it! Oh my God, Lady Durán really exists!" she ran uncontrollably through the empty tavern, screaming with unexplained excitement.

On the other side, Toba's mouth was wide open, and the muscular Bazelar peasant danced his hands and feet like a baby, as if he was going to do something, but he didn't know what to do.

Jonah and Ryuki looked at each other quizzically.

"Bazelar's fairy tale. The Rose Knight seemed to anticipate the reaction of the two locals, and explained with a shallow smile: "A bedside story, to be exact." The people of Bazelar will tell their children that there is a wandering café in the world called the 'Black Cat', which is open at random in every corner of the continent, and that only the obedient good boy can push open its door, and the owner of the 'Black Cat', Madame Duran, will appear in various guises, serving the best pastries and drinks to the good child. If the child recognizes Madame Duran and points at her and shouts her name, the 'black cat' will disappear, and before disappearing, Madame Duran will leave behind a pot of hot tea with magical powers, after which the child can fly into the sky, over the clouds, step on the stars, and go to the home of the gods. ”

Jonah's eyes widened.

"What's even better is that," Ross added, looking at the teapot in his hand with a look of fascination, "the 'black cat' only lets good boys taste real goodness, and rejects anything unpleasant." If the proprietress you have just met is really Madame Duran, then I dare assert that all the bloodshed that has taken place here does not exist, or rather, will not exist. ”

"What?" asked Toba, stiff on his tongue.

"Did I fly? I felt lighter when I drank tea just now, am I flying? Sister Longji, do you think I'm going to fly into the sky? Oops! Did I call out Madame Duran's name just now? Did you call Madame Duran's name? Elieri, did you call Madame Duran's name? Did you shout right?" Sippi hugged the unicorn's leg and looked at the Rose Knight expectantly, asking a series of questions in a voice that was too fast to hear.

"Well, I think, no. Elliott replied.

With a plop, the woman in green lay on the ground with her hands spread out, and lamented: "What a fart!

"What?" asked Toba, with a glazed eye.

Ryuji held her forehead speechlessly.