"It's just you, the other bunnies are scattered, don't get in the way."

The groom who was driving the car skillfully chose a sentinel in the crowd that was obviously well-dressed and crowded forward.

He had short brown hair, looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, and had some dirt on his hands, but his face was clean.

Although the linen coat he wore was a little unwashed, he was not as greasy as the other whistles.

Choosing a whistle is also skillful, and appearance and physical strength are a very important point.

If you can't even take care of yourself, where will you have the time to collect information?

"Whew..."

The surrounding whistles scattered in a hurry, and instead went to the caravan to promote themselves.

But compared to the magicians, the merchant group has too many doors.

If they could, they wouldn't be willing to pay a single copper plate.

The greed of the merchants amazed even the gods.

Along the way, Ron and Morey didn't care much about such small things, so they left them to the chauffeur who accompanied them.

"Venerable Master Grandpa, your eyes are like the stars in the sky, and even the goddess of magic will be amazed!"

"Please trust me, I know all the news in Windmill Town, and I will make sure that it is arranged for you."

The whistle that was left behind took the initiative to follow Morey and give a courteous smile.

It was clear that the coachman had chosen him, but the direction of his courtesy was to Morey, who was standing behind the coachman.

"We need a clean inn and some white bread and water, do you know where to go?"

Morey said with a blank face.

"Of course, Grandpa Mage."

"A noble figure like you can't stay in one of those junk inns where rats can stick to the table! Not to mention that it's inhabited by some mercenary group of big-footed girls, I promise it's not pleasant. ”

"I recommend to you the Kai'Sa Hotel in the center of the town, it is clean and hygienic, the convoy of the Great Chamber of Commerce will go there to stay temporarily, the hostess of the hotel is also a winemaker, her family's wine..."

The whistle gushed out what he knew, and his confident and cautious appearance was like the salesman Ron had met in his previous life.

When the whistle successfully takes the client to an inn to rest, the innkeeper will reward them with a few copper plates.

These are all unspoken rules, if you don't do it, the whistle won't bring people to you in the future.

Unless you're the only one in that town.

"Then this one, you go to the front and lead the way."

Morey made the final decision, and the convoy followed the whistle towards the center of town.

Along the way, the whistle tried his best to explain to Morey which bakery was the best in Windmill Town, where there was a hidden black market, and so on.

In the end, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"If you have that need, I can also recommend you the best location for prostitution, where the services of young girls... Your satisfaction is guaranteed..."

What the whistle didn't know was that the current Morey was remotely manipulated by Ron, and the people who actually heard these words were Vivian's apprentices in the carriage except Ron.

In the carriage, Vivien was already blushing, and Carol next to her was also looking left and right, looking unnatural.

I can only blame the young man for his vivid voice, and the scene described is really vivid...

It's a shame not to write novels.

"Isn't it just a prostitution hall, what's all the fuss."

Ron complained in his heart that he had seen a lot of this kind of thing when he went out to open a map.

Even on the edge of the Warcraft Forest, you will encounter men and women who are reluctant to pay for opening a house......

Gee.

"Okay, I don't need these things, take us to the hotel."

"Yes, my lord"

Seeing Morey's impatient look, the whistle immediately closed his mouth and concentrated on leading the way.

Reading words and emotions is an essential skill for them.

Without his explanation, the world suddenly became a lot quieter.

After walking for about ten minutes, they came to the door of Kaisha's inn.

When the plump proprietress saw that the business was coming, she also stepped forward with a smile on her face and warmly entertained Morey and his party.

"I need four big rooms, remember to have hot water ready for the shower!"

"Also, prepare lunch for the Venerable Mage Grandpa, and remember to be sure to have good white bread."

The whistle shouted as he walked, and these demands were what Morey told him on the way.

"Welcome, all the mages, come and rest first, and I'll go and prepare food to ensure that you are satisfied."

The proprietress skillfully responded, and secretly handed over a silver coin as she passed by.

The whistle understood and worked harder.

One by one, the apprentices of magic emerged from the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, and followed behind Morey.

After walking for such a long time in a dreary carriage, they couldn't wait to come out and breathe.

Ron uses Transfiguration to shrink to the size of his finger and lies on Vivien's hat, looking like a crystal ornament.

Revealing the body of a real dragon will attract attention, and although he is not afraid of trouble, Ron also does not want others to look at it as a mascot.

If you become human...

Ron didn't really want to change into a human form, he had tried to change once before, and the feeling of restraint made him uncomfortable.

On top of that, after a true dragon becomes humanoid, it generally retains a characteristic of its own.

Like the red dragon, most of them are mercenaries with fierce faces, the black dragon is a middle-aged man with a dark face, the golden dragon is a knight with a strong sense of justice, and so on.

And what Ron kept ...... It is unparalleled beauty!

This makes his human appearance seem a bit neutral.

Ron doesn't feel very good and is a bit of a girl, so he refuses to change into a human form for the time being.

The proprietress arranged for a few waiters to take Ron's wildebeest and their cart away and set them up.

It is a cross-shaped street intersection with a white crescent fountain building in the center of the road.

Ron's eyes were on the fountain... The woman sitting below.

"Who's that?"

Ron manipulated Morey to ask.

The whistle followed Morey's finger and saw the woman in red sitting under the fountain.

She looked to be about thirty or forty years old, wearing a long red sweater and long black wavy hair hanging down behind her.

She sat quietly on a stone platform by the fountain, surrounded by a crowd of people: mercenaries, bear children, merchants, apprentices......

People hurried past her, or were desperate to get out of here, to leave the myriad of bondage, and to travel; Or maybe they desperately want to come back here, get back to all their comforts, get rid of travel.

"Oh, do you mean Monica? She was a poor woman who had been there waiting for her husband to return. ”

Ron became interested, manipulating Morey to continue asking:

"What about her husband? Where are you now? ”

"It's... I don't know. ”

"According to the townspeople, her lover is a mercenary who disappeared during a raid more than a decade ago, and there has been no news of her lover since."

"Monica, who couldn't wait for the news, ended up being crazy, everyone... She was afraid of her, and she barely survived with her mother's help. ”

"She would be there every day waiting for her husband to come back, and I heard that it was an agreement with her husband before he disappeared."

Ron listened to the story quietly, but his eyes never took off the woman.

His dragon eyes glowed with magic slightly, and multiple scouting spells were applied to them.

The world in his eyes gradually changed to gray and white, and the layers of clothes on passers-by could no longer block his gaze.

Monica's body was seen through by him.

There was something strange in that woman's heart.

One piece

Withered leaves?