There were seven of Skelliger's guards, who had defeated the Wild Mage in the tavern, and as they went upstairs, Arya and he even met one of the guards......

Although they don't have much contact with this group of people, on this night, Lan and Alya definitely have a relationship with them!

And now, the girl looked at Lan En's cat's eyes with a puzzled look.

It seems that he can't figure out how so many things could pop out of his mouth that he has never heard of.

Now Lan En felt a chill in his back.

This is not a result of excessive blood loss or genetic seed implantation surgery.

His injuries, and even blood loss, had recovered from the potion.

It's a psychological chill.

And at this moment, a melodious and mysterious whistle sounded outside the door of the room.

The tune is soothing, but it's still a time when you're drinking, laughing, singing and dancing downstairs.

The whistle is not very penetrating and the tune is not fierce, but it seems to automatically overpower all other sounds and reach the room?!

What the are you kidding?!

Lan En's time in this world is not short, and changing to his home world is already equivalent to going to a foreign country as an exchange student for a semester.

During this time, he had seen Wives, Ghost Dogs, and Magical Curses with Bolton......

But these things sound illusory, in fact, if the witcher finds a way to restrain himself.

It's just a hunt for troublesome parts of the process.

But now, silently, memories are being tampered with on a large scale, and seven skilled warriors have been transformed and disappeared......

Lan En couldn't think of anything that could do it!

Intense mood swings bring up the activity of the gene seed that has just been implanted in the body.

This integrated strengthening organ began to rapidly coordinate the various functions in Lan's body.

It couldn't make Lan En's basic qualities stronger without other strengthening organs, but it could make his current functions perfect.

The witcher's insight began to increase dramatically, and his breathing automatically shifted to a slow and deep pattern, providing more oxygen to the blood, without any preparatory activities, but even if the muscles of the whole body tensed directly in the next moment, there would be no discomfort......

Unconsciously, after the whistle sounded, Lan En directly entered the battle state in a surprised mood!

A pair of cat's eyes stared at the door, and his hand began to reach for the sword he had set aside.

That door would have shattered even for an ordinary person with a hammer, but in a nervous mood, Lan En had unconsciously regarded it as the first line of defense.

And in the midst of this confrontation like a battle-read, Arya didn't feel anything.

Naturally, he trotted to open the door.

"Wait! Ellie......"

Before Lan could stop him, the door opened.

In the sound of the wooden door, the cat's eye was greeted by the bartender at the front desk of the Silver Heron Tavern.

He was still dressed as he was, with a linen top and bottom, but with a towel over his left shoulder.

Bald head, keep smiling face.

In his hand was a wooden dinner plate with a sumptuous complimentary dinner.

"Miss, your dinner has been delivered."

The bartender brought the plate to Arya, and the girl naturally took it and placed it on the table in the room.

And Lan En, who was naked, completely gave up the move of holding the sword after a short hesitation at this time.

Instead, his eyes were fixed on the other party, and he slowly walked to the bartender's side, and watched with him the back of the little girl serving the plate.

"I told Arya to eat down there before coming up, but I didn't say anything about asking the bartender to deliver the food...... You don't think you're going to overcharge for that, do you? ”

Lan stood beside the bartender, speaking in a tone as if he was afraid of waking some kind of monster.

Both know that in this scene, no one cares about any bullshit "service fee".

The bartender's tone was as polite and earnest as he had been at the front desk.

"No, no, no, please don't blame Miss Arya, who can bear to watch such a noble young lady starve?"

"But she just told me that the hall below is a little overwhelmed."

"Really?" The bartender turned his head slowly, smiling at Lan En's face. "Then the young lady must have misremembered, you see......"

"She's hungry now."

When Lan turned her head, Arya looked like she had been hungry for a long time and had a great appetite.

I couldn't wait to break the bread and soak it in the vegetable soup to eat.

Lan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew very well that Alia, although mischievous and playful, was indeed a child born in the Duke's house.

Now, there were two men standing at the door of the inn room, one of whom was the "knight" she was following, and she began to munch like a hungry eye.

It's fundamental! It's not normal at all!

After a moment of silence, Lan didn't bend any further.

"I said you...... What the hell is it? ”

"Aha! Another unexpected! Instead of responding to Lann's question, the bartender gave a cheer and teased look at the witcher.

"I thought that a jealous and hateful person like you would draw his sword and cut people the moment he saw his attendants being influenced!"

"I have a plot and altruism, which I don't deny. But at the same time, it doesn't mean I'm a fool, Mr. Bartender. ”

Lan En now simply clasped his hands to his chest, leaning against the edge of the door frame and looking at each other.

His bare chest was still marked with new flesh and blood.

"I distinctly remember the reaction of the people in the hall when you told us about Skelliger's guards, and they thought so. And when I passed by the Skelliger guard, the same passers-by were accustomed to it. ”

Lan held out two fingers.

"Modify reality, or modify memory on a large scale."

"Whichever of these two, my resistance doesn't matter to you, does it? Archmage? ”

The bartender listened patiently to Lanne's speculation, only interjecting at the end.

"I'm not some 'archmage', such an honorable person, sir. By the way, if any archmage can silently modify the memories of hundreds of people around him, then he will definitely not be satisfied with just being an 'archmage'. ”

This tone, this disdain for the second speculation, is equivalent to a direct admission of modifying reality.

Lan En was silent for a moment, and the hand holding his chest suddenly reached out and patted his forehead.

"Bang-mom, is there really such a monster in this world? I thought that demons and gods were all deceptive. ”

The young man's tone does not spontaneously humble himself just because the other person is able to modify reality.

On the contrary, this tone of helplessness is no different from the witcher receiving a difficult commission.

For a person who can cut his heart and does not hesitate, there are many things in this world that can make him helpless.

But there wasn't much to scare him about.

And the bartender always kept an interesting look at the helpless witcher.

"All right, Mr. Bartender...... Name? ”

Lan reached out to the bartender and made a "please" motion.

The bald bartender bowed slightly in return.

"Myself, Günt Odim. I often make a living by reselling glass and mirrors, so most people will call me nicknames, 'Mirror Master', 'Glass Boy' and so on. You can choose what you like, I don't care. ”