Rosalin, who looked like a little black cat, carefully maintained her balance on the edge of the brass bathtub. She raised her little front paws to fiddle with the switch handle in front of her. It took some effort for her to open the handle, and the faucet below immediately spurted out white air.
Steaming hot water comes.
"Meow!" Rosaleen slipped and fell into the bathtub. She was soaked all over and screamed for help.
I saw a huge black shadow approaching, and a big furry hand stretched out, grabbed the back of Rosalind's neck and lifted her out of the bathtub. When she lifted her up to face Wolf's big bald face, I heard him say: "I don't like bathing with animals.
, get out quickly!" After saying that, he threw Rosalian out of the door with water droplets all over her body.
Rosalin showed a disgusted expression and shook her body vigorously to shake off the water droplets. She walked through the room and came to a quiet living room, and stood close to the fireplace flame to dry the water off her body.
He looked back at Xuan Weizi, who was sitting cross-legged on the recliner. He had been sitting still since he entered the house, allowing Rosaleen and Wolf to freely explore the two-story house. There were too many novelties for them.
They have never seen anything before, a big bed that is as soft as goose down, a bathtub and a pool that can automatically spray water, a magic servant that can help carry luggage... Oh! There is also a fun bell ball~
Rosalian started playing with the bell ball and forgot about everything for a moment, then she heard Xuan Weizi muttering to himself.
"Meow——" Rosalian suddenly felt that there was some trouble. As long as Xuan Weizi did not take the initiative to initiate telepathy, she would not be able to actively communicate with others. Unlike Sandori, who could use the spirit to communicate, she was now turned into a kitten.
He looked like he could only jump next to Xuan Weizi, stretch out his claws and tug on his robe.
"Now you understand the pain of having things you can't say?" Xuan Weizi raised his hand and rubbed Rosalian's little head, but the other person became irritating and ignored her.
Xuan Weizi was still minding his own business and said: "In ancient times, there was chaos. It ignored listening to food and breath. It had seven orifices opened. The consciousness was born in chaos and died. You were born in the jungle in ignorance. Although you also interacted with the spotted beast tribe, you were willful.
You are naive, I led you into the world, but it disturbed your ears and eyes too much."
Rosalian felt very comfortable being touched by Xuan Weizi, she squinted her eyes and made a purring sound. She waited until Wolf walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe, and came to sit down opposite Xuan Weizi, feeling very comfortable.
I picked up a bottle of wine that was provided for free in the hotel room, pulled out the cork with my teeth, and poured it into my mouth.
"It's cool! It's so damn cool!" Wolf let out a long burp and said, "I finally understand today that the lives of rich people are different from ordinary people! Damn, this life is too much.
Okay!"
Xuan Weizi closed his eyes to rest his mind, and waited for Wolf to lean back on the leather sofa, then said, "We are being watched."
"What?" Wolf quickly looked around and gathered up his bathrobe. Even Rosalind popped her head up and listened carefully.
"There's no need to look for it. There's no one nearby hiding from prying eyes." Xuan Weizi said: "This house was locked by the mage using prophecy arcana. I noticed it from the moment I entered the house."
"Then you just sat still just to solve this problem?" Rosalian suddenly felt that she was able to communicate.
Xuan Weizi nodded and said: "I used psychic powers to distort the information flow, so that they can only detect the interfered information."
Wolf asked: "But we have just moved in, why are we being monitored?"
"I don't know, but I think my relationship with Master Nelum has been taken seriously by some people." Xuan Weizi reminded Wolf and Rosalian: "In Fire Dance City, you must not reveal me to others.
If anyone asks about your situation, just say that I am a doctor who helps Master Nelum research medicine."
"Then what should we do now?" Wolf didn't expect to encounter such a thing when he arrived, and he planned to enjoy it.
Xuan Weizi was calm: "It's time to eat and drink. Is it possible that these boring people are in a bad mood?"
…
After parking the convoy at the carriage house, leaving three men to take turns guarding it, Hyperion walked to the "Sweet Crab Inn" next to him, tapping his back. This kind of building with one floor tavern and two floors of guest rooms can be seen all over the New World.
There are even some post stations and outposts that are not yet considered market towns, providing eating and resting places for passing business travelers.
Of course, unique tavern girls are also indispensable.
Hyperion had been driving for a day, and had "lost" such a noble person as Xuan Weizi, which made him feel physically and mentally exhausted. He dismissed the other guys and planned to have a good sleep first.
As soon as we reached the second floor and turned the corner, we bumped into a man and a woman. The man was leaning against the wall, with his pants half off, and the woman was kneeling in front of him, making a sound.
"Fuck! Can't you go back to the room and do this?" Hyperion cursed in his mind, but heard the man say:
"Eh? Isn't this Hyperion? Are you coming to Fire Dance City too?"
Hyperion glanced at the other person, feeling a little unfamiliar, and casually agreed: "Yes, you are..."
"I'm Dakiba, don't you remember?...Hey! Don't worry, I haven't come out yet!" The kneeling tavern girl may have seen someone else coming, and wanted to avoid it in shame, but was caught.
Kiba pressed his head and refused to leave.
Hyperion silently recited the name "Dakiba" and remembered that the other party seemed to be a bard he had met before. At that time, Hyperion was doing business with the army and happened to handle a batch of good quality hemp leaf fruits.
But it happened that the commander of the legion was very strict about the inspection, and he couldn't sell the Hyperion goods.
Just when Hyperion was troubled, the bard who called himself Dakiba passed by and sang obscene lyrics that were off-key, all about the three paths down. And he used unknown means to see through the sea.
Bolian brought a batch of hemp leaf fruits and proposed to buy them at a low price.
Hyperion was in a hurry for money at that time and had no choice but to resell these hemp leaf fruits to Daquiba. The two only had such a brief encounter. If Hyperion hadn't had a good memory, he might not have been able to remember such a thing.
A character.
"Oh, it turns out it's you... Haha, I won't disturb your good deeds." Hyperion glanced at the tavern girl kneeling on the ground. For some reason, it evoked memories, but he suppressed the disgust from appearing on his face.
"Don't worry, we are all traveling around to do business, so we can exchange news with each other." Dakiba pressed the head of the tavern girl and walked wildly to catch up with Hyperion, regardless of the whimper coming from below.
Hyperion gritted his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, and when he turned around with a smile unique to a businessman, he asked: "That's great! But where did you make a fortune recently? Just by selling that batch of hemp leaf fruits, you probably made a fortune."
Can you make a lot of money?"
"Haha, I did make some money." Daqiba showed a relieved expression and said, "But I heard that there may be an opportunity to make a fortune in Huowu City recently. Are you interested?"
Hyperion sneered in his heart, if there was really an opportunity to make a fortune, how would a normal person share it with others? It was just a matter of looking for a scapegoat for some illegal and disciplinary matters, and he was not easily fooled.
"Opportunity to make a fortune?" Hyperion said with a smile: "I am not as courageous as before. When I see the guard, my hands and feet will tremble, fearing that I will not be able to control my mouth. If it is something important, don't tell me."
"You are too vigilant." Dakiba joked: "It's nothing illegal. The 'Son of the Fire Demon' is about to make a triumphant return, and there will be many legion soldiers accompanying him. A lot of food and clothing are consumed here. We are now contacting Fire Dance City
Large and small hotels and taverns provide manpower. If we do well, we might even become a contracted caravan for the legion’s logistics department.”
Hyperion's eyes lit up, and he immediately said alertly: "With such a big business, will it be my turn to be the owner of a small caravan that wanders around? There are so many big hotels in Huowu City, and behind them are millionaires. Their eyelids
How can someone else earn the money underneath?"
"Look, don't you understand?" Dakiba said with a shrewd look: "'The Son of the Fire Demon' is the most powerful mage sent by the Tower of Pentagram to the Imperial Army. He is not only outstanding in battle, but also
What is even more rare is sharing the hardships with the frontline soldiers and gaining the support of a large number of legion veterans. And if you think about it again, why did the triumphal ceremony choose Fire Dance City? Who was this city built for? "
"It seems to be the legendary mage Sidons? By the way, his nickname is 'The Balrog'!" Hyperion suddenly understood.
"That's right!" Daquiba said while speeding up his lower body movements: "Nowadays, the affairs of the Pentagram Tower are managed by the 'Missile Queen' and her group of supporters. As a student of Sidons, the 'Son of the Fire Demon'
He must have been dissatisfied for a long time. He came back this time to regain the dominance of Huowu City and revive the authority of their Balrog lineage in the Tower of Pentagram!
Therefore, the troops and manpower brought by the 'Sons of Fire Demon' will not choose hotels and taverns with the background of the Pentagram Tower. Instead, they have carried forward the habit of being in the army and widely recruited caravans accompanying the army, and they will take advantage of this opportunity to carry out
Come up with their own logistics supply system... Oh oh oh~ here it comes——"
When Hyperion was listening intently, Daquiba was released without restraint, but it took a very long time, which made him appear to have "amazing capacity".
"Isn't she just a tavern girl? What's there to show off?" Thinking of this, Hyperion couldn't help but look at the tavern girl again. She was only wearing ordinary clothes and a red scarf, and she didn't look "serious" yet.
The tavern girl is just a housewife.
Daquiba let out a long breath, pushed the tavern girl away, and made her fall down next to Hyperion, covering her mouth and choking. Daquiba even raised his pants as if to show off deliberately.
They were all taking their time, insisting on swinging that ugly thing.
"Okay, let's go!" Dakiba took out a handful of loose coins from his trouser pocket and threw it on the ground. The tavern girl hurriedly bent down to pick it up. Dakiba also patted her butt with great recollection.
The other party didn't notice it at all. After picking up the coins, he hurriedly left without even looking back.
Hyperion looked away, and Daquiba continued: "Such a great opportunity to make a fortune, aren't you going to join?"
Hyperion just smiled. He was feeling inexplicably irritable at this time, and said with a corner of his mouth: "It depends on the situation. I'm too tired. I'm going to rest first, so I won't disturb you." After that, he turned around and entered the room.
Daquiba shrugged his shoulders indifferently, not bothering to say anything more.
…
Little Taylor held his sister's hand and walked in the alley that smelled rancid by the light of the shop's oil lamp. His lips were so dry that he couldn't lick a trace of moisture. Even though the days were getting hotter, he still felt a twinge of pain.
Chills.
"Brother, I'm hungry." The younger sister made a hoarse voice. At the age of seven, she still can't learn too many words. She can only communicate with others. Her thin and yellow face makes her eyes look a little scary, but she doesn't.
The slightest bit of bright luster - just like the neighbors who collapsed on the roadside and became cold, they were all taken away by the body collectors with their eyes open in the end.
"Be patient a little longer. Mom told us to wait for her outside the Tianbangcai Hotel. When she earns money, she will buy you food." Little Taylor felt a little nauseous. He was obviously very hungry, but he still couldn't.
Comfortable.
Little Taylor knew from a very young age that her mother had to sleep with various men in order to get money to buy food. This is how her sister was born. The family lived a very hard life during those days, and her mother refused to abandon her sister, and even gave her to her just now
After feeding, you have to sleep with your man.
Thinking that he had begged several blacksmiths, tanneries, and carpenters, but they all refused to accept him as a laborer, little Taylor really didn't know how he could relieve his mother's burden.
"I heard that the people in Can Can Street are looking for a younger brother, maybe I can give it a try?" Little Taylor just thought this when he saw his mother wearing a red scarf coming out of the Sweet Bangcai Hotel, holding a baby in her arms.
After packing food, I saw myself and my sister and ran over quickly.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Mom handed over the warm bread in her arms, and a glass of milk, and said to her sister: "Drink it quickly, I have to return the cup to the store."
The younger sister just took the cup blankly and drank it regardless. When Little Taylor saw the milk dripping from the corner of her sister's mouth, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva - even though there was not much saliva left to swallow.
"Leave some for your brother, don't drink it all by yourself." Mom noticed carefully, quickly persuaded her sister, and gave little Taylor the remaining half glass of milk.
Little Taylor and his sister hurriedly ate and drank. Just as her mother was about to return the cup, a few drunkards appeared at the entrance of the alley, their steps were shaky. When they saw their mother, they burst into laughter and blocked the way.
"Oh, why don't you play with us? I saw you in the hotel just now. You must be doing that kind of work, right? Don't worry, we will definitely satisfy you..."
"Mom -" Just as his sister was about to speak, little Taylor covered her mouth and hid in the shadows. He only had time to see the last look of relief and helplessness in his mother's eyes.
Just as little Taylor was suffering internally, a figure appeared at the other end of the alley, walking heavily and shouting towards the group of drunkards: "Let that woman go!"
"Huh? Who are you?" That group of drunkards also had clubs and daggers in their waists, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.
Hyperion walked out of the shadows, empty-handed, and punched the corner of the wall next to him, smashing a broken brick. He heard his low voice say: "I'm just giving you a warning!"
"Fuck! Isn't she just a prostitute? Give it to you!" The drunkard pushed little Taylor's mother away, covering up his fear with anger, and walked away cursing.
His mother immediately ran to little Tyro and his sister, and hugged them with a slight trembling body. Hyperion looked at them with dim eyes, took out ten Golden Sun coins from his arms, gritted his teeth, added ten more, and patted them.
He patted his mother's shoulder and handed it to her nonchalantly.
Little Taylor's mother had never seen so much money. After she instinctively took it, she whispered: "I don't deserve so much money..."
"What?" Hyperion didn't hear clearly.
Mother asked little Taylor and his sister to go further away, and then slowly lifted up the old skirt. Hyperion immediately came to his senses and waved hurriedly: "Go, go! Disappear from my eyes quickly!"
"But -" Mom was at a loss for a moment. She had never seen a man who gave her money but didn't ask for it back.
"Hurry up! Before I regret it!" Hyperion was already regretting it. He couldn't believe that he would do such a thing.
Watching his mother disappear into the night alley with a pair of children, Hyperion looked bitter and looked down at his hands. The punch that he had just threatened the drunkard had injured him, and his skin was broken and blood was flowing.
"And he gave me twenty fucking gold coins..." Hyperion didn't feel any joy after his righteous deed, but his face was full of sorrow and helplessness, with a few more wrinkles.