"It's the last batch. Two bundles will give you six copper coins."
The pot-bellied bakery owner sat in front of his stall, waving casually without even turning his head.
It's almost evening now, and the baked panels have already dried up and hardened. Even if there is no wood stubble inside, they are so hard that they can be kneaded into powder.
Most of the people who came out to buy black bread at this time were the poor people in the slums. It was a miracle that they could not steal or even pay copper coins. The boss had no intention of arguing with this person about the price.
"Um."
The thin figure wearing a hooded black trench coat in front of him didn't intend to say anything more. He put down six bluish copper coins and picked up the black bread.
A section of white lotus-root arm protruding from under the black windbreaker just happened to flash from the corner of the boss's eye.
As if with inertia, his eyes followed the direction of the bread and looked at the face of the woman in front of him.
In the evening, only the red afterglow was left, which only reflected the woman's rounded chin, and then disappeared.
That neck...is like a big goose.
The boss's barren mind only reflected a similar impression in this short half second, and something seemed to move in his thin pants.
Probably, this is the feeling of heartbeat.
The black cloak in front of him had no intention of stopping. He picked up the black bread and passed through the transfer passage between the inner and outer cities, heading towards a quiet hotel on the south side.
When I walked into the hotel, the lady boss at the front desk asked very familiarly:
"Falga? Do you want broth again today? I've warmed it up a little, so I'll leave it on the pot. Or do you want some barley wine?"
"Just warm the soup, thank you."
As the man in black cloak named Falga spoke, he glanced at the empty hotel lobby and randomly chose a corner to sit down.
He took off his hood, revealing a delicate fair face, with long gray hair tied to the side of his neck, and a long scar diagonally from his left eye to his cheek.
However, even with a scar, that delicate face hardly gives off the impression of being 'ugly'. Instead, it adds a bit of heroism to its weakness.
After taking off her hood, she first breathed a deep sigh of relief, then shook her head and moved her white neck, making a soft crackling sound.
He reached behind his back and picked it off, then the two long swords were slapped onto the wooden table with a 'pop' sound.
Two pieces of black bread made the same sound when they fell on the table.
The proprietress, who was thick-shouldered and round-waisted, promptly brought a bowl of hot soup that was as big as a person's head. The scarred woman known as 'Falga' didn't say anything, but she separated the black bread with her pocket knife and dipped it into her mouth.
Start eating the hot soup.
While chewing, a very obvious sound of wood stubble being broken could be heard from her mouth, and a small piece of stone would be spit out after chewing for a while.
From time to time, you can see a small piece of unshaved wool in the turbid broth. In such a large pot, some blood may be added to enhance the flavor. There is not even rock salt, so it is basically not salty at all.
It really doesn't look like something people should eat.
However, this is basically the main meal that ordinary poor people have to eat for a lifetime.
The woman was eating silently, and the dilapidated wooden door of the hotel was pushed open again.
However, the proprietress sitting on the counter at the door seemed not to notice, and continued to doze off with her chin propped up.
The woman called 'Falja' turned her head warily, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bolchi, how's it going?"
The person who came was a tall man, wearing a cotton gown and a dark brown tunic, with a white coat of arms on his clothes and a sword at his waist - he seemed to be a knight.
He sat down on his own and looked at the food in front of 'Falja' with disgust.
"Xili, if you are short of money, you should tell me - I will ask someone to buy you something good to eat."
"Actually, it's not bad. I've had worse ones before." The woman spat out the pebbles indifferently and finished the remaining bread soaked in soup. "Besides, my name is Falga now, don't call me wrong again."
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"I think you can rest assured." Borch waved his hand nonchalantly, "You have been teleported here from Nimidal. Is it possible that the Wild Hunt really dares to chase you? Vizima does the same after all.
The emperor’s garrison, there are so many professionals nearby that you can’t even count them.”
"Besides, do you really not plan to go back?" Borch said with a smile on his face, "He is your father after all, and he will not ignore you."
"Oh, please forgive me." Shirley rolled her eyes and shook her head, "If a fool who wants me to have a child with him can be considered a father, I would rather be a bastard without a father."
"Then where are you going to hide?" Borch asked her curiously, "The payment I owe you has already been paid. The matter between you and the King of Wild Hunt has nothing to do with me - that guy is not a good person either.
Deal with it."
"Who knows."
Xili swept away the food in front of her like a wind and the remaining clouds, then leaned on the back of the chair and stretched deeply. The white linen clothes outlined her slim S-shaped curves.
"I'll get some sleep first, and then go to the palace tomorrow to steal some gold coins. It will be considered as the living expenses he paid for my daughter - do you want to come with me? His treasures are not small."
"Golden dragons love money and get it wisely." Borch shook his finger, expressing strong disagreement. "In terms of camp positioning, I am a neutral and kind dragon."
"Um?"
Shirley looked like she couldn't believe it, staring with big eyes.
"Of course, if you are willing to give me 15%, I don't mind giving you a little magic and physical help - I have agreed in advance that I will not participate in the theft."
Sure enough, Borch quickly added.
Shirley looked at him and her eyes became somewhat normal.
"In addition, as interest, I remind you that it's better to change to a hotel." Borch spread his hands, "It's not very safe here."
"What's wrong?" Xili frowned, "When I checked the location, I had already lived here for two days."
"There is a very..."
"boom---"
Just as Borch was mid-sentence, there was a loud noise in his ears, and a huge pale cyan light pillar suddenly appeared from the second floor of the hotel, penetrating the sky like a pillar to the sky, and piercing the dim sky.
Violent air waves tore apart the entire wooden hotel.
Xili, Borch and a few other people sitting in the hall eating and drinking were directly thrown away by the storm-like waves.
The turbulent wind and waves carried the gravel and wood pieces and rolled them in mid-air, shattering everything in front of them like a stone tornado rising from the ground.
Several dim and still barriers that were vaguely visible were directly crushed by the overwhelming amount of spiritual machines, setting off an elemental trend that could be felt throughout the entire city of Vizima.
The originally clear sky was suddenly turned into a cloudy sky by this wave of elements.
The golden dragon Bolqi, who was still laughing and joking before, suddenly appeared and took Ciri away from the place.
Just where they were sitting, a wooden board was thrust into the ground, and the wooden table and chairs were crushed into pieces.
Xili stared at the scene in front of her with a look of disbelief - the space within a hundred meters around was crushed into pieces by this tidal storm of elements, whether it was stone, wood, steel, etc.
They were too fragile to resist the raging storm.
A figure rose leisurely from the light cyan light pillar and floated above the clouds, as if receiving the baptism of the sky.
At some point, a large group of armored skeletons surrounded the place.
All the skeletons were looking at the sky quietly.