Late at night in Winterfort, a strangely dressed man broke into the tavern.
Wearing a smelly brown bear skin, the twisted bear head hangs down on the left shoulder, and the lower body is wrapped in a long, unreasonably cut walrus skin skirt, which exudes the smell of sea. Under the brown bear skin is a hooded jacket.
The black robe, with a circle of white bear skin sewn on the two sleeves, is so long that it almost hangs to the ground.
The whole person's image has gone away from weirdness, and has entered the terrifying non-mainstream brutal heavy metal romantic iron-blooded style. In short, it is like watching an inexplicable haute couture custom show. If he didn't stink so much, maybe someone would appreciate it.
The stench was suppressed by the cold wind, but now it suddenly spreads in the warm room, making people want to vomit.
Lu Zhengkang, who had an appalling taste in clothes, walked straight to the counter while holding a heavy wooden bucket, leaving wet footprints behind him.
The boss thought he was a hunter who came to sell his wild harvest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he was an acquaintance.
Trollman's "magnetic" voice is still very recognizable.
"Get a room." Lu Zhengkang put down the bucket and tossed his sleeves on the counter like a dead fish. When the dirty white bear skin left the greasy table, a row of eight silver coins was already neatly arranged.
All stacked up.
The boss nodded and said that the bottle of mead the troll ordered when he brought the child last time was not finished. He had hidden it in the wine cellar. If you want to drink, you can go and get it.
Lu Zhengkang hesitated for a moment, nodded, and ordered two more bottles of the same mead for ten silver coins.
He is slow in counting money and quick to pay. He is a guest that the boss appreciates.
It was still early, and the tavern provided free soup, but the bread cost eight coppers a piece, which was very strong. The troll ate three loaves and drank the soup in the room.
The wine cellar is in the basement behind the counter. The two and a half bottles of mead that Lu Zhengkang asked for are all there. The dark green and bubbley inferior glass wine bottles are all stained with ash. Part of them is the wood ash stained by heating by the fire pit just now. The trolls use
The cuffs were carefully wiped clean, and the lining pocket in his arms was as hot as three small irons. Lu Zhengkang went out.
Holding the wooden barrel, the barrel is full of gold coins. I prepared the tuition for the boy, and asked him to buy the frost spell. The pure land is about to be stabilized, and the time in it may be about to flow unknown, but I finally have a hunch.
When he arrived at the vaulted platform of the stone bridge, Faraudah hadn't gone to work yet, so it was deserted, so it was convenient for him to go directly to the front of the college.
It was originally agreed to meet in the wilds of Winterfort, but now after experiencing the drowning incident, Lu Zhengkang was no longer worried about asking Jonas to risk crossing the stone bridge again.
The troll has a strong posture. Although he is holding a heavy bucket, he still has the grace of climbing and crossing the water. He stepped lightly on the stone railings with his bare feet, and in the process of rising and falling, he reached the hollow black iron gate under the high wall of the college.
forward.
The wind and snow were still blowing, and across the door, it was warm as spring inside, while the frost was biting outside. Lu Zhengkang squatted on the armrest like a gargoyle, but this posture made him feel comfortable.
Thinking that he would see the little kid later, the troll quickly got down from the railing of the academy, stood silently, turned around and looked at the endless waves of the Sea of the Dead.
The thick and chaotic world, stripped of the usual colors, gives people an unreal feeling. The sea level is obscured by fog, and the skyline is shrouded in clouds. In addition to the strong sense of suffocation, it is impossible to taste a little bit of good-hearted poetry from a distance.
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Half an hour passed and the door opened. Farauda yawned and walked out. Seeing Lu Zhengkang's back, he was surprised and asked, "Who are you?"
"It's me." Lu Zhengkang turned around to say hello and raised his sleeves.
"Oh, I remember you. Your child is very outstanding and impressive. He has been liked by many mages for only a week. You came to see him, right? That's pretty good. Children of this age need the comfort of family affection..."
The dark elf mage chattered endlessly, but Lu Zhengkang hesitated secretly. He did not entrust the nine hundred antique gold coins in the barrel to Farauda, but planned to see Jonas and let him decide how to spend the money.
Although I believe in their quality, it is troublesome after all.
Faraudah chatted with him for a few more words, then Shi Shiran went to his job, rubbing the fireball carelessly in his hand, but his steps were very steady.
Look, what is the magnificence of the Master! It is completely impossible to tell that in the game, these people in the College of Winterhold are all weak boxers with AI retardation and only know how to use fire tongue.
The troll man stood in awe of the tall and thin figure of the dark elf for a moment.
Then he continued to look at the scenery.
The wine in his arms was really going to get cold if he didn't drink it. Out of some sense of frugality, Lu Zhengkang drank the half bottle of wine in one gulp, exhaled a breath of comfortable hot air, and then threw the empty bottle into the sea without any sense of morality.
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Looking down at the bottle, it was tumbling and getting smaller at a very fast speed, like some kind of screaming dying animal. It was noisy and frightening. In the end, it naturally disappeared into the wind and dim light, drowning out even the sound of falling into the water. Lu Zhengkang
Looking at this scene, he remembered that his legs were broken the moment he entered the water. The conditioned reflex made his right toenail itchy, and he calmly scratched it with his other foot.
The door opened again, Lu Zhengkang turned around and saw a pile of books coming out.
Jonas carefully carried the tall pile of books, his face was covered, and he was pulling a small wooden mopboard behind him.
He came out alone, apparently planning to take a risk and bring the book to Lu Zhengkang to read.
Lu Zhengkang stood by the door. The boy raised his head and wandered to the platform. He put down the books and pulled the wooden pallet over. Then he put the books on the wooden pallet and tied them up with ropes.
The deputy is very organized and diligent.
Seeing his excited and nervous movements, Lu Zhengkang kept shaking his head and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Who?! Hey, it's you! Why are you here!"
The little boy got excited and threw himself directly into Lu Zhengkang's arms. Before the troll man could pretend to push him away, he saw the wooden trailer was about to slide down the bridge.
???
How can this work!
Lu Zhengkang picked up Jonas and took two steps to catch the endangered intellectuals with his feet.
Then it failed.
Then the wooden trailer took the books and started speed skating.
"well."
With a sigh, Lu Zhengkang grabbed the barrel, then jumped up suddenly, threw his hands in the air and threw the little boy onto the wooden trailer, shouted "Hold on tight!" Then he stepped on the handrail and dived at high speed, reaching out at every corner.
Turning the wooden board, Jonas rushed all the way through the vault amidst Jonas's happy shouts, and the strong wind carried snow flakes that covered Faraudah's face.
Land safely.
"Don't do such dangerous things next time." The troll man smiled, "Let's go get something to eat."
The boy from Brighton had a healthy blush on his face, and he had gained a little weight in the past few days. "Sir, you stink so much."
