"Please, hand me the nail—" The temperature was a bit too high today, and Mira thought it was a matter of course, because the weather here had been very hot for her, but she didn't expect the innkeeper and the mercenaries of the mercenary group to start preparing in a hurry.

One of the great things about being close to a blacksmith is that things like nails are easy to obtain. Although the price cannot be considered cheap, because of its important role, the money should still be spent. The sun was shining, and the mercenaries below had all shed their armor and hammered the sawn slatted wood together.

People have long understood that wood has textures, and usually people who have done some farm work will know that when chopping wood, you need to chop it from the top down and not horizontally, otherwise it will be difficult to split. Because of this characteristic of wood and the natural defects of splicing with slats, warriors often deliberately painted some floral patterns on the shield to hide the existence of this texture.

Knowing the existence of defects, it is common practice to think of ways to improve them, combining the wood horizontally and vertically and nailing it with nails so that the texture is not in the same direction, so that the strength of the wood naturally increases greatly - but double the thickness usually makes the wood excessively heavy, so that they are naturally not suitable for use as shields.

Even the able-bodied northerners or Luoans could not carry the physical exertion of carrying a shield made with this craft for a long time, or even if they could, they would not choose it, because the shield was not a dull passive defensive tool in any shield fighting technique. Rather, it has a strong sense of initiative.

-- We distanced ourselves and returned to where we were. It took a lot of money and labor to get these planks to strengthen the doors and windows of the upper floors of the hotel. The overly hot weather is a sign of impending storms, and people here can't tell the ins and outs of that. But years of experience are enough for them to judge this.

Our Sage Sage, who was taller than the average person, had the honor of being given the important position of escalator, a ladder that punched holes in two erected bamboos and then fixed to the horizontal footsteps, which looked very small in his hands, and the phrase "hand the nails" on it was actually said to him by another mercenary who was working above.

The innkeeper knows how to make the most of what he does, and if he is paid, he certainly can't let you sit idle on a safe day - with the idea that "you live here too, and safety is just as important to you", the innkeeper told the mercenaries to take off their armor and weapons and run out to help reinforce the doors and windows.

Horizontal and vertical planks of wood were fastened to the outside of several important windows and then nailed. Adds an effective layer of defense to these weak points.

The same measures were taken for the stables, but with longer and larger planks and supported by log posts.

Mira had not experienced a storm in the ten years she had lived in the Plains of Acasta, but in the border villages of the mountains, the so-called storm was nothing more than a blow of clothes and a heavy rain—the girl could not understand why these people had to be so well prepared, and she even saw that several of the innkeepers had gone to carry the chickens that were kept outside with bamboo cages.

'Is it necessary?' - Apparently a thought that only those who have not experienced a storm would have, and the girl watched suspiciously, as everyone worked hard, and the sun was shining, and everyone was sweating in a moment.

After solving the reinforcement problem of the perimeter. The group returned to the interior of the inn, and it was already noon, and many people could still be seen walking on the avenue, but most of them were in a hurry. For example, it is necessary to hurry to a place where you can live.

"Oh, that's a pity. The emaciated middle-aged innkeeper sighed that most of the merchants who were still on the road at this time were in order to get there faster to catch the merchant ships leaving the port. For the sake of profit, they will not hesitate to brave the wind and rain to continue to move forward, and obviously they will not choose to stop here at the hotel.

Human luck - or risk-taking. It's an indescribable thing.

On the bright side, if it weren't for its existence. Many techniques and theories that seemed impossible to the fore, and the subjugation of entire supposedly impregnable city-states and even nations, would not have happened - humanity may have spent a thousand years, but it is still the same as it was a thousand years ago.

But from the downside, many people's families are ruined, and even the collapse of a generation of ancient civilizations cannot escape from it.

The hotel they were currently in should be roughly estimated to be about a hundred kilometers away from Corriconrad, and even if you don't count the turnaround, it will take at least three hundred kilometers to get to the port.

The chances of these merchants making it to the port without encountering the storm are almost zero, and even if they do, the chances of the ship leaving early for a port that can avoid the storm are quite high.

Anyone can probably guess what these merchants are delaying for some reason, and they are probably in such a frantic hurry because this transaction is very important to them.

The boss's sigh may not only be due to the fact that he has done less business, but also because of the fact that these businessmen, who have gone for profit with an adventurous spirit, may never return.

"Ahh

"......" Mira hung her head, feeling a little weak. "You can't help everyone, just work hard, their fate is their own choice. Hyung touched her little head with his free other hand. On the other side, Amonica took Mira's hand, and the girl looked at the slightly cool feeling. The blonde girl who tied her hair into a low ponytail and put the end on her collarbone tilted her head and smiled.

"Let's go inside. "It's getting hotter and hotter. The sun was still shining, but even Mira could tell that something was not quite right.

They returned to the interior of the inn, where the innkeeper was directing the mercenaries who had entered first to carry the fragile crockpots and the like to the secure hall inside, and when he saw Henry enter, he waved at him first, and the sage sighed, then set up the ladder and walked over.

A large number of candles and naïve oil lamps were placed under the bar, apparently in preparation for the lighting needed in the coming storm.

There were many merchants and mercenaries in the hall on the first floor, and they were discussing lively, but they didn't pay much attention to Henry and them on one side.

This is perfectly normal. The last time I was at the first hotel, I was probably noticed because I happened to meet someone who recognized them. The traffic on this road is quite large, and this time there are no more interested people in the nearly 100 people in the hotel, even if some people will pay little attention to the difference in the hair color of the four people, but it is just like that, and staying at this level will not go further.

Mercenaries are down-to-earth people, especially in a mercenary country like Corry Conrad.

They have been overseas, met all kinds of people, and have many years of experience in society. If many people were to evaluate themselves, there was probably nothing in the world other than dragons that would shock them too much.

This kind of "neglected" treatment made Mira feel very fresh and nostalgic at the same time, and she had deeply experienced this feeling of being ignored by others before she stayed in the same place before she began to travel with the sage. But as a Luo'an with a tall sage, a fine set of equipment, a war horse, and a blue mercenary badge, she attracted a lot of attention when she went to the previous southern countries.

Now I met people who were not surprised by her existence. It can be said that it makes the girl's heart full of mixed feelings.

Tangled and complex psychology is the characteristic of girls, and Amonica next to her noticed that Mira was in a daze. She thought that the girl was a little lost or something, and wondered how to encourage her. But in the next second, he was interrupted by something.

The weather is so hot that you can sweat in short-sleeved clothes that are off-the-shoulder, and in such a situation, it is of course even more uncomfortable to eat hot food.

The proprietor himself brought it on a wooden plate was a plate of slices of white and clear meat.

"What's this?" Something she had never seen before that couldn't be considered food at all in Mira's eyes widened her sparkling eyes, and Amonica on the other side slapped her palm and took a step forward happily: "Is it a catfish~"

She said this, and then directly pinched a piece with her hand and put it in Mira's blank gaze.

"Well, isn't that uncooked!" The white-haired Luoan girl stepped forward and tried to stop the other party, but her sudden movement from behind caused Amonica to choke on food: "Ahem, ahem—" The blonde girl coughed hard, but at the same time laughed at the other party's panic: "Puff haha, puff, ha." So she was there quite strangely coughing and laughing.

"No, it's okay, this, cough cough, this is sashimi. Amonica finally took a breath and explained to Mira, "It's hot, so let's choose clean fish and slice it directly, it's very fresh, can you taste it?"

She said this, and Mira walked up in disbelief, picked up a small piece and put it in her mouth, as Amonica had done before.

"Woo-" The next second, the voice of the Luo An girl was very cute.

The expression on her face expressed all the emotions in her heart at this moment, which was distress and confusion, but compared to all of them, Mira overcame everything with the strength she always had and swallowed the sashimi in her mouth.

"Poofhahahaha. Amonica clutched her stomach and laughed wildly, "Whew-" Mira let out a long sigh, then continued to stare at the whole plate of fish fillets with her pretty little eyebrows, hesitating.

"It's okay, it's okay, you really can't get used to it, boss, where's the pot?" Amonica laughed wildly, the already cheerful girl who seemed to be a little wicked after becoming familiar with the girl Luoan, Mira glared at the other party, and the innkeeper who was smiling at all this pointed to somewhere behind her.

"If you don't get used to it, just boil it in water and then scoop it out with a spoon, poof. Amonica seemed to be still thinking about Mira's rich expression just now, and the girl Luoan frowned and snorted slightly to express her dissatisfaction, and the two of them made the fish fillets in the back, and more fish were brought out to the table of those present, and the two of them cooked all the fish and brought them back to the table next to them, and then sat down.

"Sprinkle some salt, and I'll call Joshua. Amonica pushed over a wooden bowl at the other end of the table, on top of which was a small wooden spoon for scooping the salt, which was in the form of a crushed powder, compared to the coarser salt that was carried in small leather bags.

"Hmm. Emonica "staggered" up the stairs, because of his eyesight, Joshua did not come down to help strengthen but stayed in the room to continue his studies, the red-haired swordsman thought that he was very obsessed with becoming a writer of stories, and Amonica, who knew him well, knew that if he didn't scream, he would not think to come down to eat if he was afraid that his stomach would be so hungry that he would growl.

"Whew...... Oh, eat fish. Footsteps sounded behind Mira, and the girl knew it was the sage without looking at it, and she nodded without looking back, then took another wooden plate from the table and handed it to him.

"What about them. Henry asked. "Amonica went to call Joshua. Mira replied, and the sound of "stomping" on the stairs sounded again, and Joshua and Amonica walked slowly down. "Come and eat. The sage waved his hand at them, and the hall on the first floor of the hotel was bustling, and one of the mercenaries sitting at the door suddenly felt a rush and got up from the table.

He slammed his mouth, trying to pick out the shredded flesh between his teeth with his tongue, and pulled the belt around his waist absentmindedly to push the door open - and it was at this moment that a sharp "boom" sounded.

"Woo-"

The mercenary's feet shook for a moment, and then he stood still.

Many people in the tavern on the first floor stopped eating and drinking, and the scene was silent.

"Ahem-" "Boom-" He fell on his back with a short arrow from his neck, blood spilling from it, and the mercenary was dead in a few moments.

"Yo, boss, we're in trouble with you. The man at the door, dressed in leather armor, with two long knives tucked into his waist and a crossbow machine in his hand, said with a smile.

"Prepare for battle. Memphis behind him shouted, and the mercenaries and many merchants sitting in front of him stood up in a panic, and a thunderclap made a "boom" sound under the distant sky, heralding the arrival of a storm.

"Heh, we're still ready to fight, we don't even have weapons, but we still have the advantage in numbers. ”

"Give it to me!" the bandit leader ordered, and a group of merfolk with long contradictory cards and steppe-style short bows poured in.

"Rebels!" echoed in the high-pitched lingua franca of Soladin's accent, and the array of thieves with a jumble of thieves far outnumbered all the mercenaries in the inn. (To be continued.) )