The wooden door hit the wall, rebounded with the same momentum, and was immediately knocked open by a strong body. A short man with his face covered with black cloth, only his eyes exposed, stood at the door, the huge scimitar in his hand flashing with cold light.
.Several people wearing shabby robes and also with their faces covered immediately lined up around him, each holding a short sword, a warhammer, and even a dagger and two light crossbows in their hands.
An immediately grabbed the record book, walked around the bar as fast as possible, and hid his body behind the wooden board. The owner of the wooden house was sitting on the ground, holding the cup in his arms, and the spilled liquid spilled all over him.
The girl had no time to pay attention to him, but carefully poked her head out from the side of the bar, paying attention to Elio's situation.
The young knight reacted quickly. He turned over and stood behind the wooden table, pulling out the long sword from his waist. Then he quickly moved to the middle between the door and the bar, holding the sword with both hands and pointing upwards, assuming a defensive posture.
"Bring out the barbecue, ale, and other edible things for me!" the short man shouted to himself, and then finally noticed the young man holding the sword, "Why is there someone in the way?" He
He was suddenly stunned for a moment, "Wait a minute, are you the guy...who signed a contract with Green Dragon?"
"Why are you...no, who are you!" Elio did not relax his guard at all, "Put down the knife, otherwise you will never get over!"
An breathed a sigh of relief. With her excellent memory, she had identified the owner of that voice. Although she didn't know why the other person became the 'robber leader', judging from the 'robbery declaration', he was still the same person she knew.
Takato. She stood up from behind the bar and showed the notebook she had written on to the other party.
"It's us, Bell. Are you the only one?"
The Beron shrugged, raised his hand, and pulled off the cloth covering his face. There were two bruises and a scab on his face, which made him look a little embarrassed.
"You're here too, little girl. It seems you got lucky for once." Bell said angrily, and his eyes immediately fell on the pot of stew with half left. "You are eating, don't mind... Count me in
One of us?"
"Of course, those are all yours, Bell." An pursed her lips and quickly wrote in the notebook, "There are some more in the kitchen. I'll pay for them."
The young knight looked back at An, and moved out of the way, but did not put away the weapon immediately. The Veron took a long breath, put the scimitar aside, and sat down in her original position, making the seat squeak a little uncomfortably.
The creaking sound of a heavy load.
Then he grabbed the spoon, pulled the dinner basin, and put the food into his mouth in big gulps. Within three or four minutes, Bell had eaten all the rest of the stew. He turned his head left and right, grabbed An's wooden
He drank the cup, drank most of the remaining ale down his throat, and burped with satisfaction.
"Finally survived...well, here we are." He muttered, "Since I was separated from Elena and...Grum, this is the first time I've drunk...something that can barely be regarded as alcohol."
The remaining five people sat at another table and ate the food without saying a word. They also took off their face scarves and tattered cloaks, revealing the appearance of the Kamal people and the scales made of metal sheets.
Regardless of appearance or temperament, An had never seen such a robber. She looked at the back of one of them and roughly guessed his original identity.
Elio looked at the Veron with distrustful eyes, and slowly put the cleaned long sword back into its sheath. That was when "Count Stark" - or, in other words, the half of Fimmel Stark
The treasure found in the plane, the sword body is faintly glowing with golden light, and the word 'Parsifal' is engraved on it, which may be the name of its original owner. The young knight treasures this weapon very much, and always wears it with him almost when he sleeps.
around.
"That is to say, Uncle Grum, and Elena were originally with you, right?" The young man stroked the scabbard, "When did you get separated?"
"A week ago, we walked south from the Theocracy. As a result... we encountered an ambush. I'm afraid they were remnants of the Empire." Bell spat and burped again, "I... managed to escape with great difficulty.
As for the two of them... I don't know."
An glanced at the innkeeper who was picking up the cup again, then returned to sit down next to Elio. She knew the strength of Bell and the others, and those who could successfully ambush the three of them were probably not ordinary skirmishers. They were not that bad.
The situation - remnant soldiers with certain discipline are always 'safer' than pure bandits.
With this thought in mind, she picked up the charcoal and notebook again. "Where were you originally going?"
"Phil Federation." Bell scratched his head and suddenly sneezed, "Sorry." He rubbed his nose, "Elena said you might go there. And I heard that the City of Glory... that
It’s a ‘Golden Age’ hotel, the food is very good.”
"She guessed it right." Elio spread his hands and glanced at the table next to him, "What's going on with those people?"
"They... are also the remnants of the empire. I thought they were quite pitiful, so I agreed to help them... uh, find a way to find some food." The Beron scratched his thick beard, looking a little embarrassed, "Besides,
, they are more familiar with this place, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to find them here.” He coughed hard twice, “When I... make money, I will definitely pay it back to you!”
Is the so-called solution to become a robber? An was secretly amused, although it didn't show on her face. She thought for a moment and continued to write the next sentence.
"What about now?"
"Let me think about it." Bell said with some uncertainty, his eyes wandering around, "Let's find a way to find them? If not, we can only... go to the Federation and try to meet them."
"——I don't know, I know where the person you are looking for has gone."
There was a banging sound from the bar, which seemed to be the collision of a cup and a wooden board. An turned her head and saw the owner of the cabin sitting back in his chair, staring at Bell with an unlucky look on his face.
"Just three days ago, another gang of robbers came here. It was like hell." He sighed and hammered the wooden platform with his fist. "They brought a little girl and a Beron man with them. They were tied up, but
It looks like it's still early to die." The man squinted his eyes and recalled, "It sounds like those people are planning to continue heading east. As for where they are going, don't ask me."
"How many are there in total?" An quickly wrote.
"Twenty or so, who's going to count them?" The innkeeper yawned, "I moved a bunch of food away, leaving a few useless coins and signs." He rummaged under the bar.
Throwing a six or seven centimeter square object towards An, "That's it."
Elio caught the thing and placed it in front of the girl. Ann searched her memory and recognized that it was the nameplate of an Imperial soldier.
The surface of the brand was slightly blackened, and the lower edge seemed to have partially melted, revealing the smooth silver inside. She reached out to pick it up, and read the name on it - Arthur Bright - in the dim light of the fire.