Annan returned to the village and stood in front of the burning rack. He forgot what happened during the day and ran to the burning rack to save others.
At this time, the rope that tied the beautiful woman suddenly slipped, her red lips slightly opened, and she thanked the hero Annan for saving the beauty. The firewood around her suddenly turned into a big bed covered with velvet.
The beautiful woman pushed him down and was about to sit astride him when a giant spider emerged from the shadow behind her, entangled her and dragged her into the shadow——
The sweet dream turned into a nightmare, and Annan woke up.
There was a faint light outside the window with piles of snow on the edges, and it was already early morning. But the dream still lingered in my nose, and the perfume lingered in my nose.
Annan wanted to get up, but because of the cold, he got back into bed and pulled the coat on the bedside table under the quilt.
Thinking back to what happened last night, Annan suddenly discovered some problems: "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" was blurry and tilted, and there were still people moving at the bottom. It was obviously a pirated copy shot secretly... But the price was 10 copper coins, and there were only about 20 customers. How did they recover the cost?
The Philosopher's Stone of Eternity? What could they do if they had the money?
He huddled under the quilt, rustlingly put on his cotton coat and hood before going out to the corridor. When he was about to go downstairs, he heard a faint shout coming from down the stairs.
"I said they were friends!"
Annan stopped on the stairs and saw Joan through a narrow angle arguing with Uncle Mulma.
"I do treat them like little Joan's friends..."
"Not that kind of friend! A fat sheep, a friend, a fool's kind of 'friend'! Do you remember our agreement, 'fat sheep' will be ten times, 'friends' will be double, and fools will be 'five times'..."
"But I have already collected the money..."
"That's also——"
Da da da——
"-No! Don't let it happen again, they are my friends!" Joan shouted to the astonished Uncle Mulma, regained her reserve and signaled to Annan who was walking downstairs.
"Good morning, Francois."
"Good morning, Joan."
Annan asked for breakfast as if he hadn't heard anything and sat in an empty seat.
"Have you and Uncle Mulma known each other for a long time?"
"Well...Uncle Mulma was my former bodyguard. He loyally protected me from the vicious claws of my evil mother, but caused the death of my wife and daughter in the royal capital..."
Uncle Mulma behind the counter sighed: "My wife and daughter did pass away..."
Not long after, Alstorfo and the others also came to the hall, and the breakfast they prepared changed from one serving to four servings.
"Good morning."
The knight girl sat down, and the lonely man next to her sniffed suspiciously.
"Don't you want it?" Annan asked Joan.
"I don't have the habit of eating breakfast."
As she finished speaking, her stomach growled in response. The down-and-out princess pretended to be calm and told a joke about the Tatooine Empire:
An old rich man called his three sons to an empty room, gave each of them a silver coin, and told them whoever filled the room would inherit all the property. The eldest son bought a pile of firewood, but did not fill the room.
The second son lit many candles in the room, but the old rich man pointed at his shadow and smiled without saying a word. The third son invited a bard and asked him to praise "the kind and gentle queen of the Tatun Empire" in the room.
, swear words and foul language suddenly filled the whole room.
As the story was told, a cheerful atmosphere filled the entire tavern.
The waiter came over with breakfast. Annan hesitated and said, "I suddenly feel less hungry..."
Joan was like a cat with angry hair: "I am a princess, I don't need your pity!"
"You misunderstood, I just want you to help me take it to the poor people outside."
"There's really nothing I can do about you, huh, I'll throw it outside!"
Joan picked up the dinner plate, and the aroma made her stomach growl again. She patted her clothes angrily with her hands and walked out of the hotel with a muffled sound.
Annan got up and came to the counter.
"That child...she is actually not bad. All the money she earned was donated to the orphanage." Uncle Mulma sighed with emotion.
"I know."
Annan saw the patches on Joan's clothes and the unsold toys hidden at the bottom of the cargo box. She didn't eat much along the way.
A businessman cannot be so poor.
Moreover, the hotel room fee is only 15 copper coins, which is cheaper than the Morrowind Tavern in Breeze City. Joan and Uncle Mulma have no intention of making money from them.
"I want to ask you something."
"Although my old store is not as well-informed as the tavern, it is still pretty good." Uncle Mulma said kindly, pouring a glass of water and pushing it to Annan.
"I originally wanted to attend the auction, but I didn't make it in time...I heard there was an accident at the auction?"
"Accident...are you talking about theft?"
"theft?"
Uncle Mulma said that an incredible accident happened after the auction: a magic ring worth 4,000 gold coins bought by Danilo Dram was stolen by a mage tower wizard. The furious Dram
The Mu family sent private soldiers, offered rewards, and even questioned why the Mage Tower cultivated thieves.
This is different from the news sent back...
And asked about the Mage Tower? Annan came out of the Mage Tower before setting off.
Regarding the Drum family, you can call them supporters or thugs. They are equivalent to the vassals of the Twelve Kings in the North. A magic ring is indeed precious, but the Diatra family should not be allowed to capture the mage tower...
…
"Did they catch the mage?"
"Not yet, I guess he has run away."
The early morning coldness poured into the hall, and Joan shivered as she sneaked back to the hotel. "It took me a long time to find the poor people. I need money to run for so long, but let's forget it this time."
With clean lips, Joan put the plate back on the counter.
Bang——
The opened door shook the hotel, and the cold wind carried five figures into the lobby without closing the door.
The clerk shivered in the corner and didn't dare to close the door. The clerk who followed them stood up and signaled Annan and Alstorfo: "It's just a few of them."
"Who are you?"
Annan stared at the five professionals who seemed to be mercenaries in front of him. The animal skins they wore outside the leather armor were sticky and emitted a rusty smell of blood.
"We accepted the commission to deal with the anomaly in that village." The thin lady holding the staff said proudly.
The clerk looked around at the people in the hall, his eyes fell on Annan, and ordered: "Civilian, take these professionals to the village where the incident occurred."
"I don't accept it."
The clerk who had not yet reacted reprimanded: "You are disobeying the laws of Bethal City!"
"You can go by yourself, the village is right on the roadside."
The angry clerk was about to say something when the leader of this group of mercenaries, a fierce man wearing a ferocious white wolf hat, stopped him. He took out a coin from the money bag and tossed it gently - Jin Naer.
After crossing the arc, it fell into the water glass on the counter. A trace of bright red floated from the gold coins that sank into the water.