After eating local delicacies in the hotel lobby, Charon planned to go back and continue to stay in his room to read books.

It was only when I opened the door that I found that Bonnie was wearing a mask, sanitizing her room and replacing various daily necessities.

Charon rolled his eyes. In fact, he was not that stingy, but he couldn't convince the maid every time, so he could only let her go.

"Or why go out and have a walk?"

After standing for a while, this thought suddenly appeared in Charon's mind, and then he could no longer linger.

During the long journey, he spent most of his time in the carriage. When he stayed in the night, he also stayed in the room to exercise by himself, and had almost never experienced the customs and customs everywhere.

Isn’t today a great opportunity?

Charon made a decisive decision, told the maid, and took the knight's sword to the next door to look for Renault. Then the two of them took a few attendants, the knights, out.

Butler Wall did not come with him. After lunch, he went directly to look for the nobles of Duolan Town.

It is said that in order to inquire about the situation of the Langdon family in recent months, they also used the messenger of the local nobles to deliver the prayer.

After all, they just need to cross Norton Mountain and be not far from the direct territory of the Langdon family. Out of etiquette, they must inform the other party in advance.

Charon, Reno Knight and others were wandering around the streets, but they had no strong purpose, just listen to it casually.

The process was quite pleasant at the beginning. I admired the unique and distinctive buildings here, watched the vendors shouted and sold goods, saw the adventurers bargaining in a bad way, and listened to their bragging without drafting paper...

However, as he walked, he suddenly remembered a knight perception training method introduced in the book, and decided to practice it, and then it became a little tragic.

It’s good that there are fewer pedestrians, but the lively places are deadly. A large amount of vocal and colorful information is transmitted back along the diffuse perception, as if countless fly buzzing in their ears, and the black and white pictures in their minds are flashing rapidly, and occasionally they become extremely distorted.

When he arrived at the crowded market, he paused for a moment, stared at the front calmly and firmly, and then continued to walk.

Renault knew a few days ago that he already had the ability to perceive, and he didn't say anything when he noticed the fluctuations before.

It was not until Charon found that he was walking slowly and the blue veins appeared on his forehead that he stuck out his hand and held the other person's shoulders, preventing him from continuing to move forward.

"Master Charon, are you okay?"

When the slightly low sound came to my ears, it was already mixed with a lot of noise.

Charon barely identified it and shook his head, "I'm fine, but the load is a bit heavy now. If you adapt, you'll get over."

Renault was unmoved, but instead said earnestly: "Exercise requires moderate tension and relaxation. Master Charon, you are now very hardworking and just follow the steps. There is no need to challenge the limits at all times. Frequently tight bowstrings are prone to breaking. You should be clear about this principle."

Charon did not continue to persevere because if he did not retract his perception, the other party seemed to not plan to let go.

When his introverted thoughts spread, the noisy and intricate information quickly weakened, and the world in front of him became clear again, of course, quite boring.

After leaving the market, Charon had no desire to continue his ride. He happened to see a large tavern with rough shape on the corner of the street, and people were in and out from time to time.

"Go over there and experience the atmosphere?" he suggested casually.

"good!"

Although the tavern is a place of mixed dragons and snakes, the Knights of Reno did not object.

In his opinion, entering the tavern is much safer than what Master Charon did before.

Two burly and tall bald men guarded the entrance of the tavern. They were wearing only thin short vests on their upper body. The tattoos were clearly visible in the open area, and they were carrying heavy battle axes in their hands.

With his fleshy face and a cruel look as fierce as a tiger, ordinary people really dare not be in the downtown area of ​​this place.

Charon's eyes fell on the family heraldry printed on the bald man's clothes, and his eyebrows slightly raised.

Although the nobles of Duolan Town live in self-built castles in the suburbs, they basically control the money-making industry in the town.

Along the way, he had never seen any shop where there were no noble servants stationed in it except for the small vendors on the roadside.

Seeing Charon's group of people with full armed knights, Renault was filled with a faint sense of oppression, and the two bald men tactfully restrained their fierce appearance.

One of them touched the back of his head and said with a honest smile: "Welcome to the Victory Tavern!"

Charon just nodded slightly, while Reno Knight did not speak and went forward and pushed open the wooden half-waisted door.

After they entered the corridor, the bald man who spoke to him let out a sigh and said to his companion with a tense face beside him: "Good, I don't know where the noble master came from. The guard is so strong, he is a formal knight..."

"Do I need to inform the patrol captain and let him walk here?"

"No need, no one is provoking this situation. If the mercenaries and adventurers are blind, they deserve it if they die."

“….”

Seeing Renault and others wearing armor come in, the noisy sound in the tavern hall suddenly became much smaller, as if they were suddenly inspected by a teacher.

However, the quiet lasted for only a short moment, and the atmosphere soon became lively again. However, when the oak wine glasses collided, there were many secret gazes mixed with.

After being entertained by the waiter who looked like a teenager, they came to the venue with a slightly fewer people on the west side.

After the few people sat down, the waiter took out a few cardboard menus and placed them in front of them, and asked respectfully: "Dear guests, what do you need to come?"

Seeing that the others were looking at him, Charon ordered a few signature dishes and a few special drinks.

While waiting, he secretly observed other guests in the tavern and figured out the strength of these people through details such as physique, movements, weapons, etc.

After glanced around, his expression was slightly strange, and his fingertips gently clasped on the table.

Although no knight-level figures were found, there were only six high-level attendants, and one person was suspected to be the peak level, with only a hundred people in the tavern hall, which was undoubtedly abnormal.

So he frowned and said, "Knight Renault, there seem to be a lot of extraordinary people here with good quality."

"After every day of the Light, there are many ferocious beasts in the Norton Mountains. It is normal for good people to gather to hunt and take advantage of it." Renault explained lightly.

Charon nodded, and the dishes and drinks had already been served, so he put aside this doubt.

While savoring, he devoted a lot of thought to listen to the conversations coming from all over the place.

Although most of them are adventure stories with a bit of boastfulness, sifting out the exaggerated elements still gave him a lot of information and gained a little shallow understanding of Thors' west.

Of course, there were many troubles in the tavern. Soon two groups of boasting people started to fight and started to argue through the table. The words were mixed with vulgar words.

Seeing that the scolding could not determine the outcome, and there was something important tomorrow and that the fight could not be injured. One of the leaders of one side turned his eyes and remembered some things before.

"Soros, you guys are really becoming more and more nonsense. You even entered the limestone forest farm to capture mountain-piercing beasts. Don't laugh at me to death, okay?"

The scarred man used his little finger to clean his ears, bounced off the dirt that was dug up disdainfully, and questioned: "Don't you know that the place was occupied by the Langdon family a few years ago and used as a training ground for the newly promoted official knights? Just by your group of stinky ditch mice, you have the courage to enter their territory and spend a lot of time looking for rare creatures?"

Seeing that the people around him were becoming more and more suspicious, the scar-faced man immediately identified the matter, "Swish! I'm sure this is a fictional story used to raise himself. Do you think so?!"

"Yes, if the Rock Brigade really sounded as its name, it wouldn't have been silent when its companions were killed by the nobles."

"That's it!"

“…”

Faced with the onlookers, the faces of the people who were joking and hurting their feet, the faces of the Rock Brigade turned red, and they were even more angry at the scar-faced man who incited the group of ridicule.

A member of the Rock could not stand the ridicule of everyone, and slapped the table suddenly and shouted: "We are not lying, why do you conclude that this matter is fake!"

"Then you explain, how did you let the adults of the Langdon family spare your life? Could it be that they sell their butts? I don't think the adults of the Langdon family will be so heavy!"

The scarfaced man finished speaking and whistles suddenly erupted.

The leader of the Rock Soros finally couldn't help it and stood up with a pale face, "Martin, you'd better stop farting anymore!"

"Soros, it's useless to scare me. Everyone is not convinced. If you have the ability, you can give a reasonable explanation and slap me in the face. My face is here, come quickly!" The scar-faced man smiled disdainfully.

Other tavern guests also fanned the flames and said, "Yes, blow hard, if you blow properly, even if you win the Rock Brigade!"

Soros almost felt angry when he heard this, but he also understood that if he gave in, his face would definitely be lost.

Therefore, he suppressed his concern and said coldly to everyone: "We did go into the limestone forest farm the previous month to capture the mountain scale beast, and they were swaggering in. Do you know why? Because the Langdon family's adults have long been no longer there!"

Hearing this, Charon, who was sitting in the distance, put down his knife and fork, turned his head to look at Renault next to him, who also looked over at the same time.

There was indeed something wrong with the Langdon family!

After exchanging eyes, several people stood up at the same time and walked towards the direction where the Panshi Brigade was.

Knowing that these birds must have wanted to dig to the end, Soros didn't give them a chance to ask.

"A lot of things happened in the Langdon family in the past two months. There were abnormal movements in the cold mountains. Oscar led his army to prevent them. However, there were amazing monsters behind them invading the castle one after another, killing several family children, and breaking out, so they drew people from all over the country to prepare to surround and kill the monster."

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the directly affiliated territory of the Langdon family to inquire. However, now the ban barrier is opened. Whether it is a human or a bird, unless the Langdon family agrees, they can only enter and not exit. This is why you don't know the news."

"As for why we know, you can use your pig brain to guess slowly, and you can guess it will be your win!"

Soros returned the original words, glanced at the audience who was shocked by the heavy news, and deliberately said, "Oh by the way! Some of you must want to go to the Limestone Forest Farm, but don't have to dream, and now the Browns have taken over there again. The only one who can seize the opportunity to enter and take risks is my Rock Brigade, not some garbage that only doubts and does nothing!"

"you!"

The scar-faced man clenched his fists, and the onlookers who had previously been flirting with the most powerful people did not look very good.

But now they can't argue casually. The other party has a good reputation, like the limestone forest farm, you can tell if you just send someone to check it out.

Soros was in a good mood after a breath of anger. He planned to drink two glasses of strong wine to moisten his throat and continue to mock the group of people.
Chapter completed!