Maybe it was because he was still a child, but when Art woke up, the poisonous sun at noon penetrated the leather of the roof and hit his stomach. This was the reason why his body temperature rose and he woke up.
"What the hell is this weather..." Art rubbed his eyes, and after struggling on the bed for a while, he overcame the idea of continuing to sleep. To be honest, Art felt that he not only inherited this body, but also inherited
Developed some subtle habits.
For example, if you don't pay attention, you will suddenly start grinding your teeth. There is also the problem of being angry when you wake up. This bad habit has been eliminated since we were on earth, and logically speaking, this kind of thing should be related to memory and memory.
It's related to the spirit, and I obviously only inherited the physical body, so this shouldn't be the case.
After thinking about it, Art shook his head, patted the dust on himself, and sat up from the ground.
"Well, I'm a little hungry. Anyway, I have to go find Ravens and go to the tavern to get something to eat. It would be great if there are hard bread or biscuits. I really want to eat them."
Driven by hunger, Art quickly came to the tavern.
Unexpectedly, there were not many people in the tavern at this time, and many people were drinking and having fun. However, compared to the crazy drinking and feasting at night, people now seemed much more reserved. Everyone was sitting on their own.
Sitting there, drinking his own wine and eating the food on his plate.
"Welcome, ah, it's little Art." The proprietress, who was still wiping the plate in her hand, spotted Art coming in from the front door.
"Are you looking for something to eat? Or are you looking for that white-haired guy?" The landlady is worthy of being a landlady, and she quickly guessed the purpose of Art's trip.
"Let's eat something first." Art found an empty seat with no one around and sat down, and asked: "Is there any harder food? If so, give me some."
"Hard food? Hmm... Okay, you wait." The proprietress thought for a while, then placed the only iron plate in the store that was polished to be bright on the table, and then walked to the back kitchen.
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After a while, she took out a small piece of black stuff and slapped it on the front of Art's desk, causing both Art and the table to shake. After a closer look, there was actually something hammered out of the table.
Found a small pit.
"How about it, this thing is hard enough." The lady boss looked at the food and Art in front of her with satisfaction. It seemed that she was satisfied that she had perfectly fulfilled the customer's request.
"What, what is this?" Art asked angrily, holding up the dark object that looked like a rough stone and trying to put on a smile.
"Dried meat." The landlady nodded and said, "Sand scorpion's dried meat actually cannot be used to make dried meat, but I accidentally made it. And the result is like this, it is so hard that it can be used to kill people."
"Then, that-"
"And since you want something hard, this thing will definitely suit your taste. The money doesn't count for you, just treat it as a gift to you." After saying that, the landlady just left her chic back and walked away silently.
She returned to the counter and continued playing with her iron plate.
Looking at the piece of dried meat in front of him, Art was a little speechless, but he still tentatively stepped forward to take a bite.
Art bit hard and heard a cracking sound in his mouth.
It’s not that the tooth was broken. Although the dried meat was hard, it couldn’t compare with the teeth. After constant efforts, a small piece of the dried meat was finally bitten off.
To be honest, the hardness of this thing is like an enhanced compressed biscuit, the shrimp-flavored one.
It seems like I won’t be able to eat it in a short time, so I’d better find Ravens and go to the destination first, and then eat while walking on the way.
With this in mind, Art came to the counter again.
"How is it? How does it taste?"
"Okay, okay." Faced with the boss's question, Art responded awkwardly, and then immediately changed the subject and asked: "By the way, Ravens - that's the white-haired guy, he's here
Which room?"
"Oh, him." The landlady pinched her strong chin, thought for a moment and said, "It should be in the innermost room on the second floor. And don't disturb others. I remember a few people living near there.
A guy with a bad temper."
"Yeah, okay." Art nodded and went up the stairs behind the landlady.
Speaking of which, this tavern can be considered a relatively large one. Although there are not many locals, there are often people passing by, and the tavern here is their only choice.
The pub has three floors in total. The first floor is a public restaurant, and the second and third floors are guest rooms. Except for the first floor, there are nearly ten rooms on each floor. However, there is only one 'inner' room, because that room is the smallest, and
Opposite the door is the utility room, which is the cheapest and easiest to distinguish.
After arriving at the door of this kind of room, Art realized that if the size of other rooms was 1, then the size of this room could only be 0.4 at most. After putting down a bed, there should be no space left.
"The door is not even closed. I'm afraid I haven't woken up yet because I was drunk last night." Art curled his lips and said to himself, opening the door: "Really, even a kid like me who stayed up late is awake.
, you guy."
After opening the door, as expected, this morally stalwart witcher was lying on the upright bed, with half of his body still on the ground. It looked like he would have to fight with his head and waist when he woke up.
"Hey, Ravens, it's time to wake up!" Art yelled at Ravens with his childish voice, but obviously, it was of no use. He was even quiet at first.
, he actually started snoring after being yelled at by him.
Art was about to go up and punch him, but then he thought about it and took out the dried sandworm meat in his pocket, and slapped Ravens hard on the face——
There was a flash of golden light, and Art was shaken back a few steps by a small but effective impact, looking at Ravens in confusion.
"Ugh! Who is it?" Ravens screamed and woke up suddenly, but at the same time, he turned over holding his old waist.
"My waist and head hurt so much..." Ravens gasped and began to struggle, but his behavior was as strange as an earthworm that had been poked.
Until he tremblingly took an orange bottle from the bedside table and drank it.
"Ah, huh." That thing should be an anesthetic or something, and it quickly rescued Ravens from the water-induced heat.
"It's you, Art." Ravens touched his head, as if to confirm whether the potion was effective, and then asked: "How are you? Did you ask anything yesterday?"