Vol 3 Chapter 40

Act forty silver mine (a) (first)

There is a hostel called "Trout in the Forest" in the center of Chavrund. The hostel is just an ordinary middle-aged man, but the ale sold here is very delicious, which has attracted many old customers.

Most of these guests are local workers who work six days a week and can return to town on Sundays to relax; the workers who came down from the mine carried a stinky sweat, without exception, had rude voices, and did not care about others Views and comments on the body of a waitress in groups.

If any bar girl smiles and winks at them, it will surely cause a hiss.

But several youths were drinking at the corner of the bar, squinting at these people, and discussing their affairs in a whisper. Most of them here are parents who are workers in the mining area, and of course they themselves are. However, the young people's unique anxiety and restlessness made these guys unwilling to spend time in their lives here. They discussed with each other and were ready to leave here and go out to the outside world.

It's just that they have been in this small town since they were born, and they have only traveled to the nearby forests, guessing the outside world at most through imagination and the words of adventurers outside.

Several people discussed for a while, and just agreed on the time, but heard a cold hum from their noses. The young people froze slightly, turning back in guilty conscience, and saw an elderly dwarf sitting at another table not far away.

As described in most fantasy stories-this old dwarf has a conspicuously large nose, a long beard, dragged under his waist, braided, and tied with iron rings-his arms and calves Very stout and strong. However, the skin is not the healthy brown-red color of the hilly dwarf, but a light gray.

When the young man saw this dwarf, his face changed invariably. The old guy was called Oldham. He didn't know where he came from, but he was said to be able to mix the work of a supervisor for the chief.

But this guy has a bad temper, is rigid and stubborn, and never gives people a good look; and his own situation is not very satisfactory-often people see this old dwarf drinking drunk one-although the dwarves love Drink, but they rarely drink.

Not even like this old guy, the temper gets worse as soon as he drinks, he has a face, and no one cares.

And this guy is extremely proud, no one looks down, someone once heard him say bad things about the official officer. But the old dwarf dared to scold the king as soon as he had a temper, so the matter was not noticeable anymore.

When the young man saw him, he couldn't help secretly crying. Some of them were a little more clever and hurriedly said, "Master Oldham, you are here-"

The old dwarf glanced at these young people: "What, is it getting in your way?"

"No," the quick-response man said immediately, "how come, we want to invite you to drink, but ..."

The old dwarf snorted from his nostril: "Who cares about your farts, but I remind you, young people, the outside world is not so simple, be careful to come back and bleed."

A few young men immediately responded as if they were pardoned, and then shoved to pay the bill, and quickly left the front door.

When they left, they couldn't help secretly screaming, how could they meet this old guy, but fortunately, this old man had a bad relationship with most people in the town, otherwise he went to tell their parents, it is estimated that a few of the people present were Must eat a hard meal.

The old dwarf watched these young people go out and shook his head. The outside world was so aggressive, but the young man was so passionate that he didn't care about these things; the old dwarf just wanted to lower his head to drink alone Alcohol, but hesitated for a moment-he saw three men and four women walk in outside the hostel.

In fact, when Brando opened the door and came in, everyone in the hall was in front of him.

Beautiful girl--

As a pure silver elf prince of Medina, the beauty of this girl is self-evident. Although her body has not yet opened up, with some girls' soft and weak temperament, it attracts more attention.

Romain and Akane are equally enthusiastic, and Miss Merchant always has a special temperament that makes her want to look at her more. This dark pair of eyes plays a vital role Role.

Besides, she put her hands on the leather bag in front of her chest.

But Akane's burning amber-colored eyes were even more attractive. When the girl entered the bar, her brows could not help wrinkling slightly, raising her eyebrows with a dangerous atmosphere that was not close to anyone.

The thunder gun was split into three pieces and tied to her back, and the girl raised her head slightly, letting the long crimson horsetail sag backwards-she looked around with a vigilant look.

However, what caused the guests to yell loudly was Yuta, who was not so good-looking among the few. The head of the maid's high-profile figure let everyone whistle subconsciously as soon as he entered the hall. His gaze fell on the head of the big head.

Uta didn't mind, but snorted coldly.

Brando couldn't help chuckling.

He used to see such scenes in some fantasy stories-even the various hotels are one of the most important places in that kind of story: adventurers whispered their plans, rudely The guests drank loudly and drank, mixed with laughter with the bar girl.

It would be perfect if there was a poet.

With such unrealistic thoughts, Brando turned his head back, the bar owner had already welcomed him; it was just an ordinary middle-aged man, but looking at him, he had seen the primary and secondary relationship from several people. .

When the men whose lower body decided to think on the upper body set their eyes on a few women, the middle-aged people paid more attention to the details of some temperament revealed by Brando's people-although the two angels who followed the young man followed in steps The attendants looked picturesque, but the eyes of middle-aged people didn't stop at them any more.

As the owner of the place where this person comes and goes, he has long trained to see people differently from ordinary people.

Especially the self-confidence of the modern man in Brando is very similar to the descendants of nobles who came from prominent families in this era and grew up with good education since childhood. Therefore, the middle-aged person can distinguish this young man from others at a glance. .

"This is a noble son!" The owner of the hotel thought of it, with a smile on his face, and inadvertently respected his tone: "Do you have any needs?"

Brando looked up and saw a wooden board with the type of wine for sale hanging in front of the wine rack; he pointed to the most expensive one and ordered a glass—of course, Brando was not interested in it, but he It's a look.

Except for Metisya, several women invariably asked for a fruit wine, slightly sweet and slightly sour. The ghost didn't need to eat. The princess Silver Elf just stood behind everyone silently. Akane noticed her and asked in a low voice, "Can't you eat?"

Medic froze and shook her head. "Just unnecessary."

"Then try it," the girl fiddled with the long ponytail behind her head. "If you don't order anything here, it will look too conspicuous."

"No," Romain's voice came in, and she said earnestly: "A real lady won't eat in such a messy place-!"

Seeing that was what the merchant lady said, but still contentedly holding a glass of fruit wine in her hands, she couldn't help but give her a white look: "Aren't you drinking too?" She asked angrily.

"I wasn't a lady at all." Roman answered with wide eyes.

Meditis listened to the conversation between the two men and just kept smiling.

As for the two angel attendants, they ignored the conversation between the girls, and followed behind Brando expressionlessly. This allowed the middle-aged person to confirm who is the female companion and who is the servant. He took a look at these people and asked with a keen sense of a businessman:

"How many are from the outside?"

Akane stopped and raised her eyebrow alertly.

Brando knew that there was nothing to hide from this kind of thing, like this kind of person, although it wasn't the ground snake. But many people have seen it, maybe he knew all the locals in the town, and deliberately concealed it but left doubts. He simply nodded:

"Try your luck."

Brando didn't tell the truth.

Middle-aged people think that this may be a noble son-in-law who came out to play-this kind of person is not uncommon in Eruin, but it is usually a noble descendant with a certain family background.

"Meaning that you are going to the forest, do you need a guide?" He thought for a moment and asked.

"The service is really attentive," Brando thought to himself that the most expensive glass of wine in his hand had an effect. Such a place was originally a place for news circulation, and the owner often also sold news. However, most of these news rely on hearsay and do not distinguish authenticity. You need to remove the useless information by yourself. The only advantage is that the price is also included in the consumption of drinks.

I won't charge you one more point-

Brando ordered the most expensive wine here, and middle-aged people naturally seemed very attentive.

But Brando shook his head: "I never need a guide, but I want to ask what's going on in the forest?"

"It's not dangerous around the town, but there will be wild beasts and possibly monsters in the forest." The middle-aged man replied. It would be bad if they were caught as someone with a bad intention. "

As if he was afraid that the young man might not know how to rely on his own identity, he busy added: "Although it is in Tonigel's territory, the owner of the mining area is actually Lord Count Denel."

Brando snorted.

He bowed his head and took a sip of wine, the spicy taste straightened from his tongue to his throat, then back to his nose. The young man almost coughed violently—Brando frowned, and wasn't likely to drink at all. Now it doesn't seem wise to pretend to look like this.

He managed to suppress the taste in his mouth. He had made up his mind to stop touching this thing at the same time, and at the same time raised his head and knocked sideways and asked: "Since this is the case, what should I avoid?"

"Just don't go north," the host said. "If you don't go north, there will be no trouble."

"How can I find the legendary open-air silver mine without going north to the silver mine?" Brando frowned deliberately.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and thought it was for this.

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