Pierre, the tavernkeeper, saw that the generous magician was very fond of his ale, so he patted his chest and said proudly: "Venerable magician, of course this wine is a good wine, but I paid a lot of money to let those old fellows in the town help me bring it back......!

"Haha...... Pierre, if you have something to eat and drink in the future, bring me one first. Ha ha...... Go down first, and don't come over unless you are called. Come, take it, you deserve it. ”

As she spoke, Mithranda took the money bag from her waist and grabbed a handful of silver coins at random and handed them to the tavern keeper Pierre.

Listening to the crisp and pleasant sound of metal colliding, Pierre's eyes lit up suddenly, like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat, and a happy smile immediately appeared on his face.

Pierre hurriedly hunched over, quickly stretched out his hands and wiped his clothes on his clothes, and then reached out with a smirk to take the silver coin that Mislanda had handed him.

"Bang ......"

Listening to the sound of this small handful of silver coins falling in his hand, just listening to it, he knew that there were more than a dozen of them.

"It's really my lucky day......"

Pierre thought to himself.

He thanked Mislanda for his kindness, and when he saw the spacious magician wave his hand at him, signaling that he could go.

He ran like a gust of wind to a corner of the back kitchen to squat and count the money.

"You're so generous. ”

It wasn't until Pierre was gone that Silg said with a look of disgust.

He picked up his glass, just glanced at it, then put it back on the table, and shook his head.

Hilger couldn't figure out how Mithranda could drink these things, and said that it was good wine, could it be that these self-proclaimed noble magicians were so "tasteful"?

"Haha...... If I give you some chips to compete for the first judge, I wonder if you, the seventh judge, will think that I am more generous? haha......"

Mislanda said in a slightly teasing tone.

The current first judge of the church is very rigid, does not advance in oil and salt, and is very old, and it is estimated that it will not be a few years before he will retire from the position of first judge.

So now there are quite a few presiding judges, all of whom are staring at the position of the first presiding judge of the church court.

Among them, the most likely to compete for this position are the second presiding judge and the seventh presiding judge.

"Oh? ”

Hilge gently stroked the two mustaches on his lips and asked with interest.

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly.

Obviously, he was interested in the chip.

Mislanda smiled mysteriously, then glanced at the two knights behind Hilger.

The latter understood, and with a wave of his hand made the knight take a few steps back.

Aranda, who was standing behind Mithlanda, also took a few steps back.

Mislanda and Hilg glanced at each other, and the two began to talk quietly in voices that only they could hear.

During this time, Hilge's face gradually changed from anger at the beginning to thoughtfulness at the end of the conversation.

After a conversation of about a bucket of smoke, Mislanda and Hilg gradually sat back in their original positions.

"If it can be done, then please ask Lord Mithlanda. ”

Hilge pondered for a moment and said solemnly.

"It's easy to say, haha...... You see, Pierre has made such a big table of good wine and good food, let's start eating. ”

Saying that, Mithlanda unceremoniously rolled up her sleeves, reached out and pulled off the butt of the smoked pheasant, chirped and ate it.

Hilge did not touch the cutlery that Pierre had "carefully prepared".

He felt a pang of nausea just by looking at Mithranda's greasy mouth and hands.

Now that the matter has been negotiated, we have to go back and prepare as soon as possible.

"Lord Mithlanda, you use it slowly, I'll go first. ”

With that, Hilg got up and left with the two knights.

And Mithlanda seems to be still immersed in the "battle" with smoked pheasants.

However, after Hilg walked out of the tavern, Mithlanda suddenly put down the half-eaten smoked chicken leg in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.

He looked up in the direction of the gate, and his clear and translucent eyes suddenly had a little more confusion and a red thread snaking on his eyeballs.

But it was just a stunned effort, and Mithlanda's eyes returned to normal.

He beckoned to Aranda behind him and motioned for Aranda to sit down.

Mithranda took the towel that Aranda handed over, wiped her hands, and said, "How are Lucius and Bieber?"

Hearing Mislanda's question, Aranda sat up straight and replied respectfully: "The news that Lucius sent back yesterday, he has already dealt with the scene, and the clues that have been arranged have been found by the people of the first and fourth judges, and the church has secretly sent representatives to contact the border guards of the Southern Kingdom. ”

"Well, got it. What's going on over there with Bieber?"

"There is no news yet, it is said that the road to the northern border has been damaged due to heavy rain, and Bieber may have been delayed because of this!"

"Well, did you find out the identity of that woman from the Mage Tower?"

"No, but the fiery red rune armor she wore had a lot in common with the lost artifact from the Chaos Age a thousand years ago. As for other information about her, the Mage Tower has already arranged for a warlock to investigate. ”

"It's good, everything is going according to plan, haha...... It's time for those boys to wake up. ”

......

A tavern in the small town of Lucerne, in a dimly lit room, smoky.

There is a peculiar smell in some of the turbid air, which smells a little like the scent of roses, but a closer look reveals the aroma of orchids.

Anyone who knows the art of medicine on the continent of Kostana knows that this is a hypnotic aroma.

It is usually used as an adjunct to the treatment of people who have suffered serious injuries and need to recover, but it is sometimes used for undesirable purposes by some people with bad intentions.

Lance lay quietly on the bed in the tavern room, the leather armor on his upper body had already been removed, and the many horrific wounds on his body had been bandaged with clean cotton cloth, but some red blood could still be seen oozing out.

During the few days he was unconscious, his consciousness was in a state of chaos.

Back in the battle with Elyface a few days earlier, he had been completely hypnotized to the point that his body completely let go of his defenses.

However, just when Lance felt very tired and wanted to surrender his soul to a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he felt a mysterious force that imprisoned his soul.

He had already lost his sense of pain, and began to suffer from great pain and the feeling of suffocation in his soul.

This torment from the soul almost broke him down several times.

I don't know how long it took, but Lance felt his body lighten, and the whole person seemed to fall into a dim world.