Chapter 561

"What's the matter?"

The smiling black haired wizard did not change his face. While holding up the wine glass, he did not forget to look at the expressions of the people in the tavern. The wine as red as plasma went down his throat.

Well, it tastes good.

The guests who were just watching turned their eyes to him. Several young people lying on the ground also looked at each other. Even the tavern owner couldn't help looking back and staring at the black haired wizard's face.

Lauren turned her eyes to her side. Little Vivian holding the wine pot trembled like a rabbit and opened her mouth tremblingly: "nothing, nothing, nothing..."

Before she finished, she quickly turned and fled back to the kitchen.

Loren shrugged and bowed his head thoughtfully; The wine in the glass was like blood, reflecting his sneer.

It's so obvious that even fools can detect something wrong... While putting down the glass, the black haired wizard instinctively pressed his right hand on the dagger at his waist.

"All right! Look at you. Do you still look like a Byrne?!"

The tavern owner snorted coldly, "if you stare at my guests like this, you won't want to drink the wine made by our little Vivian!"

When the voice fell, the awakened drinkers lowered their heads again, and several young people got up by themselves, but the just lively atmosphere was no longer; The dark haired wizard with low eyebrows and eyes also took his hand away from the short blade at his waist.

"I'm sorry, sir. I hope I didn't disturb your interest in drinking." the owner of the tavern came up and stared at Lauren. He walked behind the counter with a forced smile on his face: "today is a special situation. We don't usually do that here."

"Excuse me... Is there something wrong with the red blood castle?" the black haired wizard cooperated and showed a worried expression: "our relatives are there, if..."

"Is it really your first time to Byrne, the first time to red blood castle?" the tavern owner suddenly interrupted him, and his expression became a little dignified.

"First time."

"On the way here, I've never heard anyone talk about anything?"

"I came back near the midsummer. I haven't stayed anywhere since I left East Saxony."

Only in this sentence, Loren didn't lie completely - in this era of no instant messaging, the most troublesome problem of trekking in the wilderness is easy to isolate from the world and know nothing about what is happening outside.

"That's no wonder." the tavern owner sighed, looked at the guests behind Lauren helplessly, "so... Your relatives are in the red blood castle?"

"Uh... Yes."

"Then I advise you not to go and go back quickly; or go somewhere else - it's Midsummer soon. Bain's beautiful castle is more than red blood castle."

He also deliberately lowered his voice and suddenly smiled, "why don't you stay... I think our little Vivian likes you a little. Usually she won't talk so much to the guests!"

"Red blood castle... What's the matter?!" the black haired wizard widened his eyes, quickly got up and looked at the tavern owner nervously.

"Ah? Er... Something's wrong, but you don't have to be nervous. Your relatives should have nothing wrong." the tavern owner who saw Lauren frightened waved his hand and asked him to sit down:

"I advise you to go because now the red blood castle has blocked the roads and gates, and there are road cards and martial law patrols everywhere. It is impossible for foreigners like you to enter the city alone."

"Block the road?" Lauren continued, "why block the road and the city gate... Excuse me, can you tell me in detail?"

"You... Alas!" the tavern owner's expression was a little complicated, but he shook his head: "anyway, this matter will soon be known in Bain. It doesn't matter to tell you."

"But you can't tell! Now the red blood castle is under strict arrest. Spreading rumors is a felony. Once it is known by any Knight master and patrolling soldiers, it will be troublesome - now there are nearly a dozen businessmen and refugees hanging outside the red blood castle!"

"Red blood castle?" the black haired wizard frowned slightly. "Is it the Turin family? No other count would accuse them of doing such a thing?"

"Turin family, who says it's Turin family?" the tavern owner looked at him in confusion:

"Of course, it's the order of governor Byrne's house - now the count of Turin is a little girl. How can the count master listen to them? At present, only the governor can command the whole Byrne and make the count master obedient."

"Oh... So it is."

The dark haired wizard had an expression of enlightenment, and a trace of imperceptible cold flashed across the corners of his eyes.

It seems that governor Bain's power has exceeded his expectations, and the threat to the Turin family is far more serious than Charlotte Turin said.

"This thing... It should have been more than a month ago at the earliest." the tavern owner said slowly: "a baron died in his house for no reason. The body smelled before it was found by the servants at home."

"It's not a matter to say it's just a dead person - but the trouble is the baron. Their family is a famous lender in red blood castle. They also have two vineyards and a copper mine. It is said that they also have business relations with the governor's office!"

"Governor Byrne ordered a thorough investigation into this matter. I thought it was over, but who expected more and more results!"

Speaking of this, the tavern owner suddenly looked at the customers in the store, carefully lowered his head and whispered in a hoarse voice, "and... I heard that when those people died, there was no blood left all over, and they were drained!"

"Drained?!"

"Yes, just because of this... The adults in the governor's office recognized that it was a vampire!" the owner of the tavern flashed a trace of fear in his eyes, but he comforted himself:

"But you don't have to be afraid. It's said that this vampire has a very picky mouth. He only looks for those rich and powerful nobles. He never does anything to civilians like us... Hey, by the way, your relatives should not be nobles?"

"No, our family is just a small family and doesn't do any business." the black haired wizard looked a little nervous: "pick the vampires who are powerful and aristocratic masters... Shouldn't have anything to do with them?"

"It's good to be safe. As long as we civilians live well, everything will be fine. We still let the noble lords toss about conspiracies, vampire monsters and so on!"

The tavern owner sighed and looked up at Lauren. "How about another drink? Don't go tonight. We also have rooms."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm really sorry." Lauren, with a calm smile, put a small stack of silver coins on the table: "it's getting late. I should start, too."

"I have said so much, you still want to go?" the tavern owner sighed and refused to give up: "our little Vivian really likes you... As long as you are really good to her, I don't mind going to eboden!"

While talking, a small head poked out of the back kitchen, and his big eyes blinked secretly at the black haired wizard.

"Sorry, but I'm going to try my luck." Loren had to tilt his head and smile at the tavern owner. "They are my only relatives - now that I know, of course I can't give up like this."

"In addition... Although I failed to live up to your kindness, I'm still very young and have no plan to start a family for the time being. It's really a pity!"

"Young people, none of them will listen to advice!"

The frowning tavern owner sighed again, picked up the wine bottle on the counter and wiped it; Just a bow of his head. When he looked up again, there was no black haired wizard in front of the counter.

There was only a stack of silver coins, a glass of wine, and a plate with only a little broken gingerbread.

"That... Which of you saw him leave?"

The tavern owner was stunned and asked in surprise. The guests in the tavern also shook their heads and looked blank.

"The gentleman from eboden is really acute... Hey, he runs so fast and says he can't fight!"