Before entering the town, Steven looked at the map. The name of the town marked on the map was Tula. It was still a few days away from Palaser City if you walked slowly.
He walked along Mu Shi Road into the small square in the center of the town. It was already dark. As usual, next to the small square was a brightly lit tavern. Next to the tavern, there was usually a stable for storing the horses brought by travelers. The stable
There is a dedicated guard and charges are based on the storage time.
When passing the stables, Steven noticed that there were many tall horses in the stables. These horses were war horses! They were not ordinary horses used for transportation like the chestnut horses he bought before. War horses were taller and had better running speed and endurance.
It is also much stronger than ordinary horses. Of course, the price of war horses is basically double that of ordinary draft horses.
Steven walked to the door of the tavern and pushed open the single old wooden door. Suddenly there was a loud sound and a smoky smell. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of tobacco and the smell of sweat hit his nostrils. The screams of women mixed with the screams of drunkards.
Loud noises rushed into my ears.
There was a hall inside with about a dozen tables. People sitting near the door turned to look at Steven inquiringly, as if they were spying on which items on his body were more valuable.
Steven ignored those wild looking eyes and walked to the bar with the gazelle on his shoulders. The bartender behind the wooden table always seemed to have the same face: a rough face with a full beard, bare shoulders and a vest.
With a fat belly.
When the bartender saw Steven walking over with the gazelle on his shoulders, he whistled, raised his chin and asked: "A stranger from the wilderness! Are you going to eat this gazelle alive? If the blood flows to the table and the ground, you will
You must be responsible for cleaning up! Also, what do you drink?"
Steven put the gazelle on the bar and said: "I don't plan to eat raw meat! You ask the chef to process this sheep for my dinner, and give me a glass of beer first."
"Unless you give me half of this sheep, you can process it yourself!" the bartender said while pouring wine.
"Deal! I only want two hind legs! But you need bread and bean porridge, preferably a glass of milk!" Steven didn't care about him.
The bartender immediately agreed: "No problem! Do you need accommodation? We also have very beautiful girls here! We can provide you with very good service! Of course the price is extra!"
"No! Just one room is available!" Steven was not interested in the bartender's so-called service.
The bartender was a little regretful: "Okay! You are very lucky! There happens to be only one single room left! If you come late, you will have to sleep in the square!"
After hearing this, Steven turned his head and glanced quickly at the tavern hall. A dozen people sitting at a few tables in the farthest corner caught his attention. They were all wearing black combat uniforms and had sturdy figures.
There were long swords and crossbows in sheaths, and they were obviously not locals.
He lowered his voice and asked the bartender: "Are you talking about the owners of those war horses? How long have they been here?"
The bartender also replied in a low voice: "I just finished my meal and arrived not long before you."
Steven didn't talk to the bartender anymore. After paying, he picked up his wine glass and found an empty table to sit down, waiting for dinner to be served.
The people at the tables in the corner seemed to be a little concerned about Steven. They were whispering to each other and looking at him covertly, their eyes scanning between him and the backpack weapons placed on the table.
Steven was also secretly observing those people. They occupied four tables. There were 12 people in total, which happened to match the number of horses in the stable. They were all wearing uniform black combat uniforms. From their stature and temperament, they looked like professional warriors.
, but obviously not a mercenary.
Each person was equipped with a long sword, 5 people had hunting bows, 5 people had crossbows, and two people who looked like leaders did not have crossbows. These people were probably from some powerful organization. Steven secretly made a judgment.
, maybe passing through the town of Tula, he stopped paying attention to these people and drank while waiting for dinner to be delivered.
After a while, a woman brought a wooden plate with Steven's dinner on it. The woman bent down and put the wooden plate on the table and turned away. Steven picked up the milk and took a sip. It was good! It was very fresh.
!
This milk must have been squeezed recently, and it has been heated and boiled. Compared with the milk with water added in the previous life, it has a much richer taste and aroma.
Steven drank the milk in one gulp and started to cook a leg of lamb. The chef's skills were quite good. The roasted lamb leg was rubbed with several spices and the grilling heat was just right. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It was served with warm black bean porridge.
, Steven’s mouth was full of oil after eating.
Although those tables of warriors in black had already had dinner, nothing could compare to Steven’s sumptuous dinner! These warriors had not eaten enough just now, but they looked at Steven eating with a look of enjoyment and smelled the roasted lamb.
The fragrance made several warriors unable to help but swallow their saliva!
In fact, it wasn't that the portion of their dinner was not enough, but that they disliked the roughness of the food in a small place. They couldn't swallow the black bean porridge with bread and boiled eggs, so they asked the waiter to take it away before they could finish it.
I didn’t feel hungry at the time, but now that I saw Steven enjoying such a sumptuous meal, I suddenly felt that the wine in the glass no longer tasted good!
The leader was about 30 years old, with a cold and arrogant face and a short mustache on his chin. When he saw this, he frowned, waved his hand and said: "Everyone go to bed!"
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the stairs first, and his men quickly followed. When he passed by Steven's table, he looked at the hunting bow on Steven's table, and couldn't hide the shocked look in his eyes.
This kind of hunting bow is not something ordinary people can use!
As a warrior of a powerful organization, the leader certainly has some knowledge. He can recognize the steel-arm hunting bow. It is difficult to see this kind of hunting bow among the people. Only professionally trained archers in some large powerful organizations can use it!
And usually the archer can only shoot less than ten arrows before he has to rest for a while!
He hadn't seen the straight sword inserted in the scabbard, otherwise he would have been even more surprised. He just thought it was just an ordinary long sword.
Steven ignored these black-clothed warriors and concentrated on the food. He soon finished his dinner, and the two roast lamb legs were chewed clean. It was so delicious! He raised his head and drank the beer, stood up and walked towards the stairs.
Go.
Steven's room is at the end of the corridor upstairs. It is a single room, next to the toilet and washroom. It was the one left by the warriors.
He didn't care about this. Although the smell of the toilet was not very good, there was nothing that could be smelled through the wall. Steven put down his backpack and went to the bathroom. After briefly freshening up, he returned to the room. After closing the door, he was ready to go first.
Practice flame visualization and then sleep.
But something seems destined to happen tonight!
In the state of silence, Steven's perception is very sharp, and no movement around him escapes his ears. Even if there is some noise, such as the sound of men and women fighting from the third room two rooms away, it keeps ringing.
It took a long time, but it didn't affect Steven's silence. Although he could hear these sounds, he didn't pay attention to them, and he was in a state of being but not being.
But the conversation after the fighting stopped made Steven have to pay attention!