When Don Quixote stepped into the city, he found that it was actually much bigger than he imagined, although the history teacher said that the British Empire could only be regarded as a small and medium-sized country on the mainland, but it was also relatively speaking, according to the memories of Edward and the real Don Quixote, a single city of Araschi was far more powerful than the destroyed Anrevan!

"Sir, do you need to show the way?"

Many of Edward's memories were voluntarily deleted by Don Quixote, and those memories were of no use to him! So now he regretted it, and in the face of such a huge city, he had to admit embarrassedly that he was lost.

While he was in confusion, a child who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old walked up, with a backpack diagonally over his shoulder, dressed plainly but cleanly, and it was very pleasant to look at, and Don Quixote believed that the boy must have carefully arranged his appearance, and that he might have made his money by showing the way to strangers.

"Do you know about the Oak Inn?"

Acorn Hotel, in Edward's memory, he would stay here every time he went out to buy alchemy materials, although it was not a very luxurious hotel, but it was better than a fair price, clean and comfortable! But in Don Quixote's opinion, the biggest reason why the old thing who died in his hands liked to live there was because the acorn hotel sold a kind of acorn wine of their own characteristics, which tasted slightly bitter, but when you taste it carefully, it will exude a hint of sweetness, which is delicious! This memory was very impressive, so even Don Quixote was very impressed......

"Of course, but sir, the Oak Inn is near the North City Gate, far from here, and even if you take a carriage there, I'm afraid it will be midnight there. ”

"Well...... "Don Quixote thought for a moment, "and do you know of any of the cleaner, dryer, quieter inns near here? ”

"Of course, sir, please come with me, I promise to satisfy you!"

"Are you a professional leader in others?"

"No, sir, I'm a newspaper seller! Seeing that you have stopped at the intersection for a long time, and you look like a dusty person, I think you should need to lead the way!"

"Ha, the observation is not bad. ”

"Would you like to buy a newspaper, sir?" asked the little boy, who knew how to read words and looks, and saw that Don Quixote was in a good mood.

"Don't worry, wait until the hotel. ”

"Okay," said the boy, who was not discouraged by his failure to sell the newspaper.

Newspapers, Don Quixote is no stranger, whether he was a slave or in Alsace, he has seen this thing, it was organized by a bard called the Harpists League, they have the most powerful intelligence network in the world! , and the British Sun gives people the same feeling (the British royal family's dog bites the newspaper that reports it), and it can still stand, I think there is a very hard backstage.

"Is this the place?" Don Quixote looked at the sign of the inn, "Sinkidd's hotel! ”

"Yes sir, this property is exactly what you are looking for, clean, dry and quiet!"

"Give me another newspaper, how much is it. Sir, just give me three copper coins, two copper coins for the newspaper, and one copper coin for the way!"

Don Quixote didn't have any change on him, and when he came out, Arthas left him a pile of gold coins, so he took out a gold coin and handed it to the little boy, believing that the clever little guy must know how to spend it while keeping himself safe.

"Thank you, sir!" The little boy took the gold coin with some excitement, and thought to himself, "I should have met the noble lord, and sure enough, the noble lord is generous!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't give little Daniel a gold coin on a whim, it seems that your generosity is just a danger to him!"

With the crisp sound of brass bells, Don Quixote had just pushed open the door of the hotel when he heard a slightly old voice, although the direction of the voice was not towards himself, but the content must have been speaking to himself.

Don Quixote looked in the direction of the voice, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face, sitting at the bar, reading a newspaper by the light hanging from the ceiling.

Don Quixote walked slowly to the bar, "It seems that you know that little fellow, he is very smart, although he is a little excited with a gold coin, but he can still leave in his usual state, which shows that he has a plan in his heart! I know what to do with which gold coin is safest, my experience tells me, don't underestimate women and children."

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, put down the newspaper, and asked, "Do you want to stay in the hotel?" Obviously, he didn't plan to dwell on the previous issue anymore, "The wall behind me is the location of the room, there are three floors in total, and there are people with red cards."

Don Quixote lifted the cloak that had been covering his head and looked up, "I want the southernmost room on the third floor, facing the sun!"

"Are you an ascetic?"

"Huh?" Don Quixote was stunned for a moment, thought about it for a while, and found that Edward did not have this word in his memory.

"Although I don't know what the ascetic profession is, unfortunately, I'm not, as you can see, I'm an alchemist!"

"Alchemist?" the middle-aged man muttered the word, a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but it was only a flash, "Seeing that you are bald and burly, I thought you were an ascetic."

"I would venture to ask," said Don Quixote, a little curious, and thought to himself that I know what kind of ascetic is this ascetic? I have only heard of knights and mages.

"Ascetics," the middle-aged man turned and took off the key on the wall, "ascetics are not common in Britain, they are very low-key, so it's normal for you not to know, they fight in close quarters like knights, but never use weapons, but with bare hands.

"It turns out that Fei Lun still has such a profession, I want to see it when I have a chance!"

"If you have the opportunity to go to the Char Empire, it should be easy to grant your wish, but I suggest you keep your distance from them, those people don't believe in any gods, they are crazy people who don't want to die!" Saying that, the middle-aged man handed the key to Don Quixote, "We, one silver coin a day and one night, settle the bill at twelve o'clock at noon every day, and add 10 copper coins, you will be given three meals a day! If you stay for more than a week, three meals will be provided for free! I don't know how long you want to stay?"

"Then let's stay for a week," said Don Quixote, handing the middle-aged man a gold coin, "My name is Don Quixote, and I don't know what to call you?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the sign at the door, "That's my name! Also, don't you have any silver coins?"

Don Quixote shrugged helplessly, "If there were, I wouldn't have given that little guy a gold coin."

"Really, if you were younger, in Bai Tender, I would definitely think that you were a young master from some noble lord's house.

"It's okay."

"Then follow me!" With that, Sinkid took Don Quixote and walked to the third floor.

The floor and stairs of the hotel are all wooden, but unexpectedly, there is no creaking sound when walking, it is very hard!

There will be a delicate hourglass-shaped wall lamp on the wall every other section, exuding a soft light, Don Quixote stopped in front of the wall lamp with some curiosity, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh, "Great design! Once those fine sand-sized particles on the top of the hourglass fall into the pale green liquid below, it will cause an alchemical reaction and emit a strong light, but because the leak is very small, the number of drops is not much, plus the refraction of this special liquid, So the light is unexpectedly soft, and in the middle of the hourglass there is a small horizontal iron piece, flip the iron sheet, insert it, the particles will stop falling, then, the light will go out, really good design!"

Speaking of this, Don Quixote straightened up and looked at Sinkid, who was speechless, "It seems that you must have been a great alchemist in the past!"

Sinkid clasped his hands behind his back, and the key in his hand made a crisp crashing sound, "How do you know I designed it?"

At the door, "I said that I am an alchemist, and there is a trace of nostalgia for the past in your eyes, if you are not an alchemist yourself, how can you talk about nostalgia?"

"This" Sinkid was silent, as if he was caught in a deep memory.

At this moment, Don Quixote's eyes flashed, and he slowly spoke, "How about it? Everyone is an alchemist, let's go to my room to communicate?"

It's a very ordinary sentence, but to Sinkid's ears, it's as if there is an irresistible magic in these words, making yourself agree!