Vika was really hungry and almost embarrassed, while Valery, who was sitting next to him, was unhurried, forming a stark contrast.

Mainly, for Esther, eating was no longer a necessary supplement, just an extra activity to prevent her body from starving. She was now more observant of the tavern, eavesdropping on the conversations of the drinkers, or inadvertently stealing their thoughts.

Most of the conversation was about trivial matters, mixed with sneering at each other or swearing at others.

Away from the city centre and far from the port, the drinkers were mostly maquilfactory workers or local fishermen, and well-funded pirates would prefer better bars to the backwoods with grease on the bottom of their glasses.

But several of them had the same girl in their heads, which made Esther glance at the clearing, which seemed to be waiting for her to perform.

Why did that lady look familiar......

Esther reminisced about people she knew, but couldn't remember where she had seen them.

Her doubts didn't last long, though, and the tavern door was pushed open again.

Esther's strange thing before was answered, no wonder the group of people were very unhappy when they saw the two of them entering the door, and even with inexplicable hostility, it turned out to be the singer girl who didn't wait to see her.

The girl who walked in wore a hood and a cloak, and the curves of her beautiful figure loomed, but the shadow of the fall obscured her face. Curly, supple brown hair spilled out on her chest, and she was only slightly shorter than 1.8 meters tall, about the same as Esther's now parasitic Valery.

When she pushed the door in, her cloak was lifted, revealing another lyre on her waist, and at the sight of a lady dressed like this, the tavern suddenly became lively, and many of them shouted the name "Shantal" and whistled to greet her.

Esther noticed that the girl's steps were very large, and there was a refreshing feeling in it, which made her subconsciously raise her eyebrows.

The girl gave her middle finger to some of the drunkards, causing them to clapped and laugh harder.

Vika next to her couldn't help but be attracted to attention: "She looks very popular......"

Valery shook the empty glass at the bartender, motioning for him to refill the two of them and add an extra fish jelly cold dish: "I say, are the girls of Nas as tall as Fursac?" ”

When the bartender came over with something, he enthusiastically shared it on this topic, and he had the posture of being a matchmaker to introduce the girl. The more Esther listened, the more uncomfortable she became, and quickly told the bartender to shut up and beckon the other guests to go, and not to wander in front of her.

Vika understood why Valery said this, and he remembered that the elven lady who was "possessed" by Valery was not very tall...... It's jealousy, right?

Valery glared at Vika fiercely: "I advise you not to think about those who have and don't. ”

Caught in his thoughts, Vika bowed his head and continued to eat, but when the lyre sounded, he turned his gaze to the brown-haired girl, like the rest of the guests in the tavern.

Esther is no exception.

The brown-haired girl sat on a barstool, and had lowered her hood, revealing her angular face, which looked rather sassy. Her appearance did not resemble that of the Natives of Nas or the Fosaks, but more like the facial features of Intis of the Northern Continent, including darker hair and eyes.

She wore a leather jacket that was high enough to cover her neck, her dark brown eyes were half-squinted, and she was intently plucking the strings in her hands, and her fingers were slender but very rough, especially in the tiger's mouth.

When she spoke, the neutral singing voice immediately made Esther frown.

Esther craned her neck to hide her unnaturalness, and looked intently at the singer on the other side of the tavern.

It's not because the brown-haired girl pinched out a high-pitched voice with her voice, she doesn't sing badly, and this ballad-style song is even quite good.

But there is a very peculiar feeling in her singing, which makes people unconsciously want to listen and praise.

Esther couldn't help but have a guess that even if the girl sang something that was not in the limelight, it would make people feel favored, and there would be no blasphemy at all.

No wonder these drinkers like her so much, this girl is a wild extraordinary, and she is completely here to practice her abilities...... No, maybe it's just to play?

Esther beat to the rhythm of the lyre, tapping her fingers on the table.

Perhaps it was because Valery shook his head to the song, his bald head was so funny, and the brown-haired girl looked up at the tavern for an extra two seconds at the bar.

At the end of the song, the people in the tavern applauded sparsely, but now no one was whistling, and the excitement of the crowd was not very high, and the song itself had a purifying and soothing effect.

This is different from Esther's singing, her "soothing" is more about attracting others, generating a certain degree of resonance, as if she is a special means of attracting prey to take the bait through mimicry.

The bartender tossed an empty plate under the brown-haired girl's feet, and only a few people threw a few copper coins into it.

Vika glanced at Valery, swallowed the roast sausage in his mouth, and saw that he was very concerned about the brown-haired girl, and immediately asked, "Shall we leave later?" It's not bad to listen to it either. ”

"I don't care." Esther still hadn't remembered where she had seen the brown-haired girl, she had no impression of her appearance, maybe she had disguised herself?

If so......

The brown-haired girl didn't seem to enjoy the singing, her expression was more cold and detached, and she didn't respond to the applause from the audience.

The brown-haired girl didn't play for long, and after singing six more songs, she walked to the bar with a tray of tips on the floor, and sat down in the empty seat next to Valery.

Instead, Esther lowered her gaze and focused on the fish jelly in front of her, perhaps not just right, the lady sat down on purpose.

"Hey, Shantal, I didn't make a lot of money today." The bartender leaned over with a grin, leaning against the bar and watching the money.

The brown-haired lady who was called "Shantal" took half of the copper coin and pushed it towards the bartender who was lying next to her, and even when she wasn't singing, Ms. Shantal still pinched her throat and whispered: "Old rules, venue fees." ”

"You probably have to give him five more."

Hearing the person next to him say this, Shantar immediately turned his head, and then realized that he was too tense, so he showed a very reluctant smile: "Why should I give more-"

A silver coin whirled through the air.

Shantal quickly caught the coin and rubbed her fingers twice on it, a gesture that landed in Esther's eyes.

Valery raised his glass to Shantar: "Good singing." ”

The drinker, who is very generous, looks very strange, and looks very much like the Fursac half-blood. The friends who spoke to each other next to him looked like archipelago hybrids, were they pirates? Adventurer? Traveler? It's not like a regular traveler.

Shantar was also looking at the bald man opposite, the indifference on this person's face was like a thick mask, which made Shantal's "spiritual intuition" enhanced by magical items subconsciously give birth to a sense of disobedience.

Especially the red cloak on this person's body, it is very dangerous!

Before the other party spoke, Shantal's fear was not so strong.

On the surface, Shantal squeezed out another smile: "Thank you for your generosity. ”

The bartender was very good at reading people's eyes, and handed Shantal a glass of water: "You don't need to give it to me, since this gentleman gave it to you, I won't rob it from you." ”

Shantar glanced at him, and snorted fiercely in his heart, this miser is so generous today, I'm afraid he hasn't already gotten more benefits.

Valery looked at the glass suspiciously: "You don't drink?" ”

Shantar nodded: "I don't like to drink. ”

The man with a large glass of Nepos on the other side actually laughed: "It's good, it's a good habit." ”

Kook. Shantar made this assessment in her heart, swallowing slowly with a sip of water to relieve her dry throat from singing.

Vika didn't know what Valery was doing, and stared at the bottom of the cup in a daze, he wanted to continue to use food as an excuse to shut up, but the things on the table were almost eaten.

Valery threw two more silver coins on the table and looked at the bartender, "Where is the nearest inn near here?" It's better to keep it clean. ”

"If you go out and walk two streets to the right, you will pass a blue sign, which is cheaper, but if you continue to walk three streets, the second one with a white sign is cleaner, and you don't need identification."

Valery nodded, pleased with the bartender's answer: "Thank you." Vika, let's go. ”

"Huh? Good, good! Vika quickly got up from his seat and walked out of the bar after Valery.

When the red cloak left the bar, the side of the bar seemed to be painted with a different color, and the "Herring Tavern" seemed to return to its usual normal, and the drinkers also withdrew their suspicious and probing gazes.

Chantal stared at the door, her nervous sense of crisis dissipating, and she let out a heavy breath and leaned lazily against the bar, completely unconcerned about the dirty countertop.

"Don't look at it, those two people asked for two tickets to Olawe, and they will leave in two days, and you will go and help me run an errand tomorrow. But if you want to have something to do with them, you have to weigh where you have so much charm. ”

"You're really full of filthy brains, if you don't drink all the water, I really want to hit you in the face." Shantal lowered his eyes and played with the silver coin in his hand, letting it weave between his fingers.

The bartender poured another glass of water for Shantal, and his voice was very low:

"I'm just giving you a heads-up! Your father has been dead for so many years, and the Storm Church may still be looking for traces of him, what else can you do if you don't keep a low profile?

"Don't be associated with this kind of person, although I've never been out of Nath in my life, I can tell that they are dangerous."

Shantar smiled more naturally: "I know what you mean, they smell fishy. ”

The smell of the sea, the smell of blood, and possibly the taste of opportunity.

Shantar placed her hand on her collarbone, where there was a pair of rings strung together, the golden one with a silver line outlining a line of small letters, and the black ring, which was obviously similar in style, but had a cold scent.