A week has passed since the cavalry ambush, and the lives of the residents of Muxi Town have slowly returned to peace.
Unlike people in surrounding villages and towns who go to bed early at eight o'clock, the people in Muxi Town have an increasing demand for night entertainment. For example, a tavern that originally opened until nine o'clock will be required to extend its closing time to ten
At one o'clock, those vulgar sketch plays in the square will be required to increase the number of performances from the original three to five; the surrounding vendors, coming to the town to set up stalls, will always have to pack their goods
The inventory in the store has been increased by another 30%. Although these recreational activities are still very simple and rudimentary, they are already an integral part of the daily life of small town residents.
In the newly planned commercial district of the town, a new pub named "Come Back Tomorrow" was built.
No one knows who the owner of this shop is, nor how it opened. People only know that compared to other counterparts, the ale in this pub is not mixed with water, which makes it more refreshing, and the price is quite reasonable; tables and chairs
The maintenance is pretty good, the floor is always clean, and there is no strange smell in the whole store; because it complies with the church's taboos, gambling is not allowed in the store, but for a small gambling game like a few coins, it is not allowed.
Always turn a blind eye.
Therefore, at night, the business of this tavern is booming, and it is hard to find a place. The residents who have worked hard all day meet up with a few friends in the evening, bring playing cards, grab a table, buy a half barrel of ale, and order
A few side dishes, chatting and playing cards, the happy time passed quickly.
Tonight, the tavern serves a new snack on the menu - fried twists. The chefs in the back kitchen beat the whole wheat flour into batter, then shape it into discs and fry them. The inside is wrapped according to the taste of the guests.
Some food, such as a piece of fruit, a few shrimps or a piece of fish, if you meet those guests who are relatively well-off, they don't mind coating it with a layer of honey or sprinkling it with some fine salt.
Ten slices per plate, three bronze stars, additional ingredients are included.
For this new dish, after several regulars tried it, almost all the customers in the tavern fell in love with this snack. While people were full of praise, they also started chatting about the snack.
A young man in a linen pullover took a sip of ale, threw out the cards in his hand, picked up a piece of fried twists, looked at it carefully, and said to his companion at the table: "I've eaten this before."
The people at the same table glanced at him with suspicion on their faces.
The young man looked at his companion's eyes and became anxious. He swallowed the snacks in his mouth desperately, took a big gulp of ale, patted his chest, and said loudly: "Do you know the "Sisters Hotel" in the town? There is this one there.
It’s a snack! It’s just made more delicately, with nuts and candied fruits on top!”
The suspicion on the companion's face became more obvious, and there was even a hint of ridicule in his tone: "Lynn, do you know how expensive it is there? Any dish can be enough for a family's weekly expenses."
The young man known as Lin En gave the other party a look of disdain: "Just two weeks ago, the vice president of the guild took me there and arranged the board and lodging for a distinguished guest. I was lucky enough to eat a meal.
Meal, the most delicious meal I have ever had in my life, cheese and fish soup, ham and cabbage stew, Dror assorted..."
"It doesn't sound any different."
Linn took another sip of ale, shook his head and said, "No, it's completely different from the dishes we usually eat. I don't know how to describe the taste. It's the most delicious thing in the world! I almost swallowed my tongue!"
By the way, there are snacks like this inside."
The companion expressed doubt again: "Is it really so delicious?"
Linn nodded heavily.
"Hey, look over there." Another companion at the table deliberately lowered his voice to attract others' attention.
Linn followed the sound and looked around. Six sergeants wearing identical civilian clothes were sitting on the innermost table. Their tall postures and quiet meals seemed a bit out of place compared to the other guests in the tavern.
Lin En turned around, lowered his body a little, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think those people are...?"
The companion covered the cards on the table, leaned forward and said, "I heard that these people are all soldiers of the kingdom. They just joined the church a few days ago and are now the bodyguards of the Holy Son. I also heard..."
He lowered his voice a little further: "These people defeated several times the number of enemy troops, captured a large amount of food, and dedicated it to the church."
Lin En heard a word and asked involuntarily: "Enemy troops?"
"I heard they are the kingdom's army."
"Kingdom army? Why are you fighting them?"
The companion's voice was almost inaudible: "There are rumors that there is a group of nobles in the kingdom who are jealous of the miracles in Muxi Town and have wanted to get their hands on the wealth here several times. These soldiers were inspired by the power of Heavenly Father and surrendered to the church.
And fought against the invading nobles."
Lin En's eyes widened: "The land in Muxi Town should be the property of the church. These nobles dare to put their ideas on the church's head. Are they crazy?"
His companion glanced at him and patted his shoulder: "You just moved here from the east. I'm afraid you don't know some of the inside story. The relationship between the kingdom and the church has been tense for more than a day or two. What's more, the Holy Son, who originally came from
The nearby nobles accepted many escaped serfs, causing the relationship between Muxi Town and the nobles of the kingdom to become even worse."
"Let me tell you, let these nobles go to hell!" Another person at the table placed the wooden wine glass heavily on the table, angrily: "I did some small business in Silver Ring City, these nobles every day
They are all thinking of ways to increase taxes in order to drain the last penny out of the pockets of people like us!"
Seeing someone getting excited, his companion quickly changed the subject: "Lynn, you are still playing with your trick... what is it called... the pendulum?"
When someone mentioned this, Lin En's eyes lit up: "That's right, I found a like-minded monk a few days ago and made many discoveries! Have you ever seen the chandelier blown up by the wind in the church? One by one.
The swing back and forth is very rhythmic. Although the amplitude of the swing is different, and the time it takes to go back and forth, I have calculated it using my own pulse, but it is still the same..."
Listening to Lin En's eloquent speech, the companion suddenly regretted and wanted to slap himself.
Fortunately, the chat topic on the next table diverted everyone's attention in time.
"Have you ever heard of 'Lone Wolf'?!"
At the next table, a man who looked like a businessman stood with one foot on the chair and waved his hands in the air, introducing his experience to others: "Last week, my friend and I followed a convoy to the mines in the north.
Restocking goods. On the way back, we were ambushed by bandits! Most of the guards in the convoy were attacked by more than a dozen bandits, and most of them were killed or injured in just a few minutes."
The merchant picked up the wooden cup on the table and took a sip of wine.
Others urged: "What happened next? What happened next? Tell me quickly!"
"Just when I thought I was dead this time, an arrow shot out from the woods and pierced the back of a robber's head. A shadow jumped down from the tree, and the 'lone wolf' appeared! His head
Just like a wolf, the teeth are sharp and sharp, and there are such long claws..."
After hearing this, some audience members asked: "Claw? How does he shoot arrows?"
The merchant glanced at the speaker: "Who said you can't shoot arrows with claws? If you don't believe it, go home and try it yourself! Let me continue, the dozen robbers were disembowelled by his claws without any support at all.
He cut his throat, cut his throat, etc., and there was blood and limbs everywhere! The most amazing thing is that the wounds left by the robbers on his body healed instantly!"
As if recalling that shocking scene, Hong Shang swallowed: "Whether it was a sword blade piercing the body, an ax hitting the chest, or even a dagger cutting the throat, all the wounds on the 'Lone Wolf' body were healed instantly...
…”
"Then he is a mutant, the 'posthumous son of the devil'! It is synonymous with evil!"
A sudden voice interrupted the former's narration.
The businessman followed the sound displeased.
Several small town residents sitting together raised the cross on their chests with their hands and loudly repeated words such as "Aliens are the embodiment of evil."
The merchant pounded the table in annoyance and shouted tit for tat: "I don't know if the aliens are evil! I don't know if they are demons! But the 'lone wolf' saved my life from the robbers!"
To the surprise of his companions, Lin En suddenly stood up at this time and supported Xing Shang's statement. He said: "I think alien species are alien species. They have strange abilities, but they are essentially no different from us. Just like
Some of us can run faster than others and jump higher than others!"
Several town residents loudly denounced their faith, insisting that such indiscriminate statements blasphemed against the Holy Spirit.
Soon, the people in the tavern were divided into two groups. One group believed that as long as they were alien species, they were evil, and they must have malicious intentions when approaching us; the other group believed that alien species were no different from ordinary people.
There are also good people and bad people.”
There was a quarrel in the tavern over this matter.
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Late that night, after greeting Huggins who was guarding the door, Rachel came to Todd's experimental building.
Looking at the ajar door, the woman asked while carefully knocking on the door. She heard a "Please come in" from inside, then opened the door and walked into the room full of equipment and bottles.
What makes her a little strange is that Todd is not outside.
Seeing a little light coming from under the door leading to the back room, Rachel came to the back door and knocked on the door again.
"Rachel, come in, but be careful where you step, it's a little messy here."
Hearing Todd's words, the woman slowly opened the door and walked into the back room of the experimental building for the first time.
There was a huge square glass culture tank, connected to various pipes, a metal sealed tank that kept making strange noises, and a wooden container that was somewhat similar to a bath bucket.
Todd was standing in front of a row of iron cages, observing the things in the iron cages by the candlelight in the room.
Rachel stepped forward and took a look. A group of white mice were running around, but they were carrying a strange thing - it looked like a breastplate made of steel, and there were several limbs glowing with black iron.
The breastplate stretched out and attached to the mouse's limbs.
After suppressing the doubts in her heart, Rachel first said what she wanted to report.
"As for Randall, there's been some talk about him around town today."
Todd stood up straight and said, "What do people think?"
The woman tilted her head and replied: "It's a mixed bag of good and bad... Some people recognize the existence of righteous alien species because of him; but there are also many people who insist that alien species are evil."
"Do you have a list of supporters?"
Rachel took out a piece of paper and said: "The names, occupations, biographies and other information of people who have a favorable impression of alien species have all been written down. I have selected a few more suitable people who can carry out the first step of our plan.
Two steps.”
Todd took the paper, read it carefully for a while, nodded and said: "Let's start the second step of the plan. Remember, as for the aliens responsible for contacting these people, you try to choose some smart and friendly people..."
Rachel smiled and said yes.
Five days later, a sixteen-year-old woman came to Linn's door. She claimed to be a refugee from the south, hoping to find a job in his store to support her younger brother at home.