The prostitutes in the tavern didn't dare to come up and disturb Bo Fu, after all, this was a rare local lord, and their usual business was at best with those rude lumberjacks who did not have wives, and if they could catch a passing merchant, they would already earn a good income. And now a gentleman who can casually pull out a bag of black pepper - this is not something they can usually touch, so they are actually quite cringe.

"Bake me a loaf of bread, and remember to sift the flour well! I don't want to eat a mouthful of sand and sawdust or anything like that! Here's cash, a lot of tip!" called a prostitute who worked as a tavern girl, or a tavern girl who worked part-time as a prostitute, and threw five silver coins on the table— It was a silver coin with an eagle emblem, and the tavern girl quickly accepted it, smiling like a flower, and her companion looked at the lucky woman with jealousy, and cursed secretly that the woman would not die well

Bo Fu called the tavern keeper and threw a gold coin to the man, "I'll borrow your room for a few days, remember! The bed sheets must be changed every day! The quilt must be dried every day! He reminded the greasy man that he honestly didn't expect much from a hotel like this in a place like this, and if there were only a hundred or fewer bed bugs and fleas in the bed, it would be considered clean

Bo Fu sat down and began to wait for the boss and the cook to process the food, and at the same time, a hairball rolled in from outside the door, and the little white screamed a few times before starting to burrow under Bo Fu's table. At this moment a woman brought a large glass of beer, and Bo Fu was satisfied and threw a silver coin to her in exchange for a thousand thanks. "After all, the beer here is hygienic and the mountain streams are good. Börfu looked at the beer that was still quite clear. He took a sip and grunted. At this time, the aroma of roasted pork was already wafting from the back kitchen. It was a mixture of black peppercorns. Many people crowded at the door and looked enviously at the old man sitting in the store.

The aristocratic lord ate and drank heavily, but the bread still made him a little dissatisfied—there was not much sand in the uncooked dough, but the bread that was baked hard could not be swallowed without soup—but this soup could be regarded as a mess in Bo Fu's opinion. The aristocratic lord was full of food and drink, and slowly paced out the door with the puppy. The weather was fine, so the road in the village was finally hard - although the road was paved with stone slabs, it had been covered with a layer of mud over the years, and after the rain it was the mud pond This guy walked outside the village blacksmith shop and looked through the window at the young man who was striking iron. Not long after, Bo Fu entered the shop again, and carefully examined the iron objects hanging on the wall.

The man picked up a cross long sword, raised the hilt of the sword flat in front of his eyes, and looked at the sword body, "The long sword in this small place is quite good, the sword body is straight, the surface treatment is quite smooth, and this steel mouth can also be used, at least it is enough to go to the battlefield." Bo Fu looked at the sword in front of him, "Hey." Lad. Is there a sword that is a little wider and heavier?"

"Sir, this one in your hand is already the best one I've ever had. If you need to widen the weighted sword. Can be customized. But it took me about seven days to build. The young man replied respectfully.

"Seven days? Yes, take the deposit. That's what I want a sword, and it weighs the weight of two of these swords. Bo Fu drew a sword on the table, and after throwing ten silver coins, he said to the young blacksmith. "Then again, why is the atmosphere wrong here? everyone seems to be nervous?"

"Werewolf, sir. There are werewolves. The blacksmith's answer was very brief.

"Werewolves? I haven't seen a werewolf yet. ”

"Sir, this is a cunning and ferocious werewolf, and this morning we just found poor Allison, who was killed by a werewolf. The blacksmith said a little sadly.

"Yes, may poor Alison rest in peace. Please forge this sword as soon as possible, Xie Luxie. Bo Fu stood up, and the blacksmith bowed his head respectfully and replied, "As you say, Lord Knight. ”

Bo Fu returned to the second floor of the inn, where the boss had just cleaned up a room. The bedding in the room was all replaced with new ones—the boss had taken it out of the storeroom, and the room was cleaned, and even sprayed with precious perfumes—though only a little bit of it had been thrown to the boss a few silver coins, and the boss was very satisfied with the spaciousness of the nobleman, who had never seen before, and the women in the tavern whispered that it was a noble nobleman, "I have never heard of such a polite lord, he must have come from the Viennese court." "Yes, yes, he is much more noble than the lord in the town", "I'm dreaming again!

The arrival of Bo Fu temporarily diverted the attention of the villagers, and for a moment the werewolf was forgotten by them - until the next morning. A few terrified, tattered gypsies ran frantically to the door of the village to call for help, shouting, "Werewolf!" with slurred words, and each one looked paleled and terrified. The Gypsies were familiar to the villagers, there had been a Gypsy colony in the neighborhood that had not been in conflict for many years, and most of the male villagers had snuck into the Gypsy camp to have fun - so they actually knew the Gypsies who had come to ask for help.

More than a dozen villagers and priests followed the gypsies in full gear—and Bo Fu followed, and no one tried to stop him—who would stop a knight who could walk through the forest alone? and in the eyes of the villagers, the mighty knight was more knowledgeable and powerful than any of them, and they could not ask for a knight to go with them.

The camp is actually only a few kilometers from the village, but the road in the forest is winding and winding for more than an hour. When they stepped into the camp, the villagers were horrified - some of them were ready to turn and run away

Gypsy caravans were scattered throughout the camp, numbering about a dozen of them. The canvas on several caravans was torn to strips, and the camp was littered with overturned things, and the fire in the center was scattered in a mess. In the midst of the mess lay several corpses, about dozens of gypsies hiding in caravans or tents, and some women weeping around the corpses. All the horses had broken free, and some of the gypsies, who were trying to find the horses that had run into the forest, had pulled back a few, and the boys were neighing nervously as they approached the camp, and they were shaking their hooves and refusing to step in.

"Really a werewolf" Bo Fu was the first to walk into the scene, and at a glance he saw the clear, chaotic footprints on the dirt - they were wolf footprints, mixed in with the jumble of human footprints. "This wolf is not small," Bo Fu said after half-squatting, and compared the footprint with his palm. The priest was praying, and the villagers cowered and looked around to find out. Soon, the villagers came up with an answer that had already been confirmed: "It's a werewolf, it's that werewolf, it's right, knight." ”

"Even if it's a werewolf, it's already gone. "The attack," said Birfau, glancing at the gypsies leading the way, who had already told the story on the way, "it happened at midnight last night, or early this morning, and the wolf had already eaten and walked away. Bo Fu pointed to the tattered corpses, "We don't have much to do here. ”

The priest prayed for the Gypsies, though the Gypsies were not supposed to believe in the Lord, and let them clean up the mess, and Buffo told them that the werewolves had left, at least during the day and that they were safe, and left with the villagers.

On the third day, several wagons came from outside the village, and the leading carriage poked with a cross a wolf's head that had been cut off for some time, and the emblem of a huge cross was carved on both sides of the carriage. "The witchers of the Holy See are coming," the cheers of the villagers woke Bo Fu as he opened the curtains to look at the carriages that had entered the village. The carriage stopped at the entrance of the church, and several men jumped out of it—men in leather armor—one of them pulled open the door of the carriage that took the lead, and a man in a delicate mustache jumped out of the carriage. (To be continued......)