"Yes, yes, yes, my Qingya, the most famous thing here is steamed bacon and pancakes!"

The overjoyed innkeeper nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Okay, let's start with fifty servings!"

Lin Mo slapped another gold coin on the table.

"Okay!" the innkeeper snorted at the back hall, "a portion of steamed bacon and thick pancakes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head in disbelief and asked tentatively, "Yes, fifty copies?"

"That's right! fifty copies!"

Lin Mo flicked his fingers, and the gold coin swirled gracefully on the table.

The guests in the inn all swallowed their saliva and stared at the golden gift.

The most capable miners in the town may not be able to earn a single gold coin after a year of hard work, and many have never seen what a gold coin looks like in their lives.

"Good, good!" the innkeeper twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his head again, and shouted, "It's not one, it's fifty!"

Someone in the back hall seemed to respond vaguely.

"Also, ask something!"

The wine inn was full of people, and it could be seen from the scene just now, and the residents of the town also liked to come here, which was just convenient for Lin Mo to inquire about the news.

Seeing the fat sheep, no, the young master of the superior family popped out a gold coin and danced on the table, and the innkeeper laughed and was careful, and said, "Please say! If my Qingya knows, I will definitely know everything." ”

In his heart, he pouted disapprely, this young master of a high-class family probably read too many knight novels, thinking that there would be some monsters in this dilapidated town, so as to be a hero.

"Demon King, your end has come, and I will judge your sins in the name of the Knight King St. Heyman!

"I'll be back!"

In front of the inn was a group of children of bears playing the game of the founding of the first head of the Republic of Portland.

"Are there any alchemists in this town? ”

Lin Mo fiddled with the two gold coins in his hand. The innkeeper and the guests stared intently.

In the email sent by Qi Fei, there was very simple and vague information about the Terran Lianzun, and he could only know the name of the town where he lived in seclusion, what it looked like, and he didn't know anything about his gender, age, and specific address.

But it is precisely because of this that Qi Fei was able to strike first.

"Hahaha, how can we have alchemists here, it's impossible for that kind of big man to take a fancy to our small place!"

"That's right. If you want to find an alchemist, you have to go to the big city, what can you have here, except for stones, or stones. ”

"This young master, there are really nothing good here, you should go back and forth from where!"

Before the innkeeper could speak, some of the miners who had come to order a few glasses of cheap and inferior ale were shouting, and it seemed to them that such a superior person had come here to find someone, almost inconceivable.

"If anyone can tell me. Then I'll invite him to drink, drink the best wine!"

As if by magic, Lin Mo pressed a stack of gold coins on the table in the palm of his hand, at least thirty of them. The innkeeper immediately looked straight and swallowed again with difficulty.

Everyone in the inn gasped in unison, and several stout men sitting in the corner looked at each other, their eyes flashing. Pretending to be nothing, he continued to take small sips of ale mixed with water.

"You can go to the blacksmith shop in the east of the town and ask, the son of the blacksmith Sikun heard that he had learned alchemy from others a few years ago, and I don't know if he is considered an alchemist. ”

An old one-eyed drinker took a sip of wine when he finished speaking. Concealing his unnaturalness and awe of the superior people, he looked at Lin Mo expectantly, hoping that the clues provided would be useful, so that he could exchange for a good drink.

"Old Seri, what nonsense are you talking about, how can the son of Sikun be an alchemist, looking at his cowardly appearance, he is afraid of even picking up a hammer and smashing his own feet, if he is an alchemist, my head will be screwed off now and you will kick it as a ball. ”

The innkeeper said disdainfully, in his opinion, this one-eyed old man was cheating on drinking at all, and he said to Lin Mo: "Young master, you better go back quickly, there are really no alchemists in this town, and the barren mountains and mountains are not safe." ”

Most of the residents in Moxin Town are kind and simple, but they are inevitably black sheep, and his words are already kindly hinting to Lin Mo that it is not a good thing to show so many gold coins in this poor town, maybe they will be targeted.

"I'll drink until I'm running out, and I'll go around town. ”

Lin Mo, who found nothing, directly slapped the gold coin in his hand on the table and did not take it back.

"Young master, you are so good!

"Wine, wine, hurry up and get wine, ask for good wine!"

"Qingya, don't mix it with water! take out your best wine, we're going to have a good drink!"

"Have a good drink! Haha!

There was silence in the wine house for a few breaths, and suddenly a cheer erupted.

As soon as Lin Mo walked to the door of the inn, he heard the innkeeper who came back to his senses shouting, "Young master, what should I do with the steamed bacon and pancakes you ordered?"

He waved his hand without looking back.

"When I get back, it's not that fast anyway!"

The wine inn immediately boiled, it was rare to have such a generous young master to entertain him, today must be a lucky day for everyone.

A moment after Lin Mo left, several men in the corner of the inn who had been silent suddenly stood up in unison.

The boss who carefully collected the gold coins screamed: "Black hand, what are you going to do." ”

"Don't meddle, Cousin Qingya!"

One of the men, with a fleshy face that resembled the innkeeper, pointed at the innkeeper.

The bustling inn immediately fell silent, and the innkeeper couldn't help but shudder, but he didn't dare to speak again, and like the other drinkers, they were all silent.

Although he had no clue, Lin Mo planned to go to the blacksmith shop on the east side of the town to have a look.

There is a mistake in killing, and maybe these ignorant civilians have lost their eyes.

Just after walking dozens of steps, a big child wearing tattered shorts and shorts suddenly bumped into Lin Mo, apologized, and continued to play with several other children of the same age, playing the game of the Knight King defeating the Demon King.

Young people don't know what it's like to be sad, these children are ignorant, they don't know the hardships of life, even if they don't have enough food and clothing, they have to vent their vigorous energy.

Looking at this group of children drifting away, the corners of Lin Mo's mouth lifted slightly, revealing an inexplicable smile.

- (To be continued.) )