The 'Copper Dragon Story Club' is such a bar. Its door is open on the street between Bonoan Market and Traveler's Bridge. It is open all night and is open to mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes and people selling unexplained goods.
merchant.
If you can tolerate the messy atmosphere and vulgar slang, this is a good place to have fun. There is cheap ale, scantily clad waitresses and enough food to fill your stomach. You can just drink here all night
It doesn't cost a few coppers either - you can even whistle to your heart's content without worrying about the guards catching you and spending the night in a dungeon.
However, Freya couldn't help but feel a little trembling when she approached this filthy house. The little country girl clutched her long sword with both hands, and her mind was filled with the tips Brando gave her.
She had a flushed face and lowered her head, carefully walking through the crowd. She was so frightened that even her ponytail was hanging down. Freya couldn't help but think about what she would do if someone suddenly molested her? Should she?
Cut off his hand with a sword? Or stab him with a sword?
She secretly glanced at the scantily clad waitresses, her ears felt hot, and she thought how could this be possible! How shameless!
Freya walked to the counter with a sword in both hands. The chubby bar owner looked at her from head to toe with his cheek in his hand: "This is not the place you should be, little girl."
Freya's face turned red, and then she realized that Brando was lying to herself. She couldn't help gritting her teeth and holding the sword loudly, but she was too embarrassed to lose her temper in front of strangers. But the thought of
Freya couldn't help but dare not raise her head due to her previous performance: "Well, I'm here to inquire about someone..."
Leto saw that the girl in front of him almost lowered her head to the bar, and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "The bar is a place where news is sold, but we don't provide free services, little girl!"
"I know, I will pay, please tell me."
"Okay, who do you want to ask about?"
"Hood, that's the textile merchant in Bonoan Market."
"That guy, are you his relative in the countryside?"
Freya quickly shook her head: "No, someone just asked me to send him a letter."
Leto shook his head, but at this moment, a group of guards hurriedly passed by outside. He keenly felt the body of the little girl in front of him tense up slightly. He had been a bar owner for ten years, and he was very good at observing words and expressions.
There was no one in the area like this, and through this detail he immediately sensed something unusual.
But what was dramatic was that the guard fell back after passing by. He shouted outside the door: "Leto, by the way, have you seen any suspicious characters?"
Leto lowered his head and saw that the girl was pretending to be calm in front of him, but she was obviously so nervous that her fingers turned white. He sighed and asked, "They are looking for you, right?"
Freya was startled and subconsciously held down the hilt of her sword.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a professional habit."
Freya was stunned. At this moment, her thoughts were like lightning, and she actually said with a happy heart: "I, I have money, can you help me hide it?"
"A hundred Thors, do you have money?" Leto said with a smile. There is a mixture of dragons and snakes here, and hiding a fugitive is commonplace. Besides, he likes this little girl.
One hundred tols is one silver coin, Freya nodded quickly.
When several guards walked in from the outside, Leto hid Freya in a barrel behind the bar. No one in the bar could stand up to the army, so naturally they would not come forward to identify her.
What's more, each profession has its own rules. A place like this where the three religions and nine streams are mixed also has its own rules.
This is the so-called gray area. The guards in the city will come to the bar to inquire about information, as will the unscrupulous businessmen and thieves. They all know each other's existence, but they abide by the rules and will not fight each other in person.
These are the rules of the game.
But Leto thought this way, Freya, who was new to the world, was different. She regretted it as soon as she hid in the dark wooden barrel, and couldn't help but said to herself: Freya, Freya, please be more careful.
Have you never thought that others would betray you? You really can't do anything well, are you still the captain of the third team of the Butchi Militia?
She heard the bar owner chatting with the guards outside, and she felt unspeakably nervous. She was afraid that the other party would suddenly open the lid and pull her out. Although she said it was nothing, she also knew that she was being
What will happen if you catch it.
But after a while, she heard someone knocking outside and saying, "They have left. Come out."
Freya then opened the barrel a crack and saw that no one was outside. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but saw everyone in the bar looking at her with a half-smile, and some even raised their hands.
The wine glass gestured to her.
"Well done, this little girl dares to go against those guys in the army!"
"Here, have a drink!"
Freya couldn't help but blush, and said to the bar owner: "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, I'll charge you a total of one hundred and ten tols," the chubby boss said with a smile. He waved and called out a man from the room wearing a simple leather skirt with dark skin and a long twist.
The girl with braids came to her and said: "This is my daughter, let her take you to Hood's house. By the way, little girl, I will give you a piece of advice. Don't run around alone so late. Where is your companion?"
Freya couldn't help but think of that guy Brando. She wanted to be angry for a moment but couldn't raise her temper. She thought Brando might have wanted her to go out and train alone. Thinking about her previous
In addition to being ashamed, she was still ashamed.
She couldn't help but tighten her sword.
"My name is Su." The girl looked at her and stretched out her hand: "I occasionally help my father look at this store, but I happen to be free now, so come with me."
"Thank you, my name is Freya."
"Someone is fishing in troubled waters, my lord."
Ciel stared at the firelight of the tall building in the distance and replied.
Brando frowned, not expecting that there was a force outside the two parties in the city. The fire in the House of Nobles did not help him, but caused him a lot of trouble.
But the timing was perfect. He thought for a moment - the other party should at least be an insider, and at least knew that they had escaped from prison.
He recalled the situation at that time, maybe it was one of those nobles at night. But who? What was the other party's purpose? Brando shook his head and threw these messy thoughts out of his mind, although he felt a little unhappy at being used.
However, as an insignificant person, he has no right to feel unhappy.
"I hope it won't cause too much trouble," he said, "but we don't have to be affected. Since it's better to have someone to help us, we just need to do our own business?"
"But you haven't answered yet, what are we going to do, Lord?" Ciel asked from the side.
"Someone lent me a sword, of course I have to get it back." The Obergu VII whom Brando knew was not a generous person, but he just didn't know how close the so-called close minister of His Majesty was.
"who?"
"A count."
Ciel gasped: "I have never seen a more lawless person than you, Lord. Do you really think that the noose is not strong enough for your neck?"
"We are the ones who will be hanged when we escape from the dungeon. In this case, why do we care whether there is one or two nooses around our necks?" Brando couldn't help but laugh. To be honest, he was also very nervous.
Very, but he found that his retinue was quite an interesting person.
"That's true, but what are you going to do, Lord?"
"When attacking from the front, the noise must be as loud as possible."
Charles couldn't help but glance at Brando. Although he was talking and laughing freely, his bloodless face and pale hands still revealed the nervousness in his heart. But even so, the other party was still calmly and calmly arranging himself.
plan of.
"What will happen if you die?" Brando thought for a while and asked.
"When a card dies on the battlefield, of course it will go into the graveyard. I will stay there until you, Lord Lord, have a way to fish me out." Ciel replied.
"That being said, I have to be more careful."
As Brando spoke, he estimated the time in his mind. After roughly calculating how much time he had to use, he raised his right hand and let the gargoyle in mid-air catch it——
Charles also raised his hand.
The two looked at each other and nodded. The gargoyle quickly rose into the air, and under the cover of night, flew towards the woods on a hill in Ridenburg.
The wind roared around their ears, and Charles couldn't help but ask: "Lord, are you sure that an earl would temporarily live in such a forest? Not in the castle behind you?"
He was referring to the castle located on the small island in the center of the river at the confluence of the Uson and Webster rivers.
"What are you talking about? The wind is so strong that I can't hear you clearly?"
"I mean, Lord, did you fly in the wrong direction?"
"Me? Of course not. Did I say that I was going to trouble the Earl right away?"
"Then what are we going to do?"
"Of course I'm going to lvup! If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools, understand?"
"lvup? Is this some ancient slang?"
"Nonsense! Let me tell you, there are three indicators that will always exist in a game, and that is skills, equipment and attributes." Brando shouted in the wind: "When you look at these three indicators, they
There is always one of you who can help you. If you grow up to be a great mage one day, then you must thank me for telling you this secret."
"game?"
"Life is like a game, and games are like life, do you understand?"
"I barely understand, Lord, you are really inscrutable -" Charles said innocently, feeling in his heart that it would be so cold to fly in the air at night, as if his hands and feet were freezing.
Brando stared at the forest, thinking that he still had fifteen minutes at most.
Inside Uson Castle——
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and looked at it carefully for a long time, and then put down the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His expression remained unchanged, and he still had the stern expression in front of him, but the coldness in his eyes became more obvious.
"What do you think?" the figure behind him asked.
"This should be the sword. I don't know how the young man got it. But no matter what, he must disappear from this world. But the two women around him are pretty good, and I like them very much."
"It's okay to have a little hobby, but the key is not to delay the business."
"If I don't give them any hints, how can those short-sighted fools think of using my name to act. But they are the ones who killed people. No matter whether they please or flatter, no one will doubt us. It's just that they killed us.
We just need to make everything look reasonable, and as for personal reputation, when do we care about that?"
A sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's thin lips: "You also said that it doesn't hurt to have a little hobby."
The man smiled and looked back at the sword: "Did you see any clues?"
The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's not that easy."
