Act 40 Silver Mine (1)

In the center of the town of Schavlund, there is a hotel called the Trout in the Woods. The owner of the hotel is just an ordinary middle-aged man, but the ale sold here tastes very good, so it attracts many regular customers.

Most of these customers are local workers who work six days a week and can go back to the town to relax on Sundays; the workers who come off the mine are covered in stinky sweat and without exception have loud and rude voices, and do not care about others. Opinions, groups of people commenting on the figure of a certain waitress.

If a barmaid smiled and winked at them, she would definitely get a burst of boos.

But several young men were drinking in a corner of the bar, looking at these people sideways while discussing their own affairs in a low voice. Most of their parents here are workers in the mining areas, and of course they are, too. However, the unique restlessness and restlessness of young people made these young men unwilling to waste their time here all their lives. They discussed with each other and were ready to leave here and explore the outside world.

It's just that they have been in this small town since they were born, and the furthest they have ever been is the nearby forest. The most they can guess about the outside world is through imagination and a few words from outside adventurers.

Several people discussed for a while, and just agreed on a time, when they heard a cold snort from the nose next to them. The young people were slightly startled, and turned around with guilty consciences, and saw an old dwarf sitting at another table not far away.

Just like what is described in most fantasy stories - this old dwarf has a conspicuous big nose and a long beard that reaches below his waist, braided and tied with iron rings - his arms and calves are Very thick and strong. However, the skin is not the healthy brown-red color common to local hill dwarves, but a light gray.

The young man's face changed invariably when he saw this dwarf. This old guy's name was Odum. He didn't know where he came to this place from, but he was said to be very capable and got a job as a steward for the chief here.

But this guy has a bad temper, he is rigid and stubborn, and he never looks good to others; and his own situation is not very satisfactory - this old dwarf is often seen drinking alone - although dwarves love Drink, but they rarely drink alcohol.

Not like this old guy, his temper became even worse after drinking. He kept a straight face and ignored no one.

Moreover, this guy was extremely arrogant and looked down upon by no one. Someone once heard him speak ill of the clerk. However, the old dwarf even dared to scold the king when he lost his temper, so the matter was not noticed.

When the young man saw it was him, he couldn't help but secretly screamed that something was wrong. Some of them were a little smarter and quickly said nicely: "Mr. Oldham, it turns out you are here -"

The old dwarf glanced at these young people: "What?

Did it hinder you? "

"No, no," the person who reacted quickly said immediately: "How could it be possible? We wanted to treat you to a drink, but..."

The old dwarf snorted from his nostrils: "Who cares about your bullshit, but let me remind you, young people, the outside world is not that simple. Be careful if you hit your head and come back with blood."

Several young people immediately felt as if they were being pardoned, hesitantly responded, then went to pay the bill and hurriedly left through the main entrance.

When they left, they couldn't help but secretly screamed at how unlucky they were to meet this old guy. Fortunately, this old man didn't have a good relationship with most people in the town. Otherwise, if they had gone to tell their parents, everyone present would probably You must have a heavy meal.

The old dwarf watched these young people go out and shook his head. The outside world is so easy to get into, but the young people are passionate and he doesn't care about these things. The old dwarf just wanted to lower his head and drink from someone. He was drinking, but he was startled for a moment - he saw three men and four women walking in outside the hotel.

In fact, when Brando opened the door and came in, the eyes of everyone in the hall lit up.

Pretty girl——

As a member of the silver elf royal family with pure blood, Medissa's beauty is self-evident. Although her body has not yet grown, she has the delicate and fragile temperament of a girl, but it attracts more attention.

Roman and Qian were equally willing to give in. The businesswoman always had a special temperament that made people want to look at her more. The pair of dark eyes that kept turning played a crucial role. role.

What's more, the way she placed her hands on the cowhide bag on her chest and looked around was really endearing.

But Akane's amber eyes that were burning like blazing flames attracted more attention. When the girl entered the bar, she couldn't help but frown slightly. The tips of her eyebrows were raised, with a dangerous aura that kept strangers away.

The Thunder Spear was broken into three parts and tied to her back. The girl raised her head slightly, letting her long red ponytail hang back - she looked around with a vigilant look.

However, the one who caused the guests to make loud noises was Yuta, who was not that outstanding in appearance among them. The tall and fiery figure of the female mercenary leader made everyone whistle subconsciously as soon as she entered the hall, and she said several words with ulterior motives. His eyes also fell on the towering chest of the grand leader.

Yuta didn't mind, but just snorted coldly.

Brando couldn't help but chuckle.

He used to see such scenes in some fantasy stories - it can even be said that various inns are one of the most important places in that type of stories: adventurers discuss their plans in low voices, rudely The guests were playing guessing games and drinking loudly, interspersed with the sounds of joking with the bar girls.

It would be perfect if there was a poet.

With such unrealistic thoughts, Brando turned around, and the owner of the bar had already greeted him; he was just an ordinary middle-aged man, but looking at him, he had already seen the primary and secondary relationships among several people. .

When those men whose lower body determines their upper body thinking turn their attention to a few women, the middle-aged people pay more attention to the details of the temperament revealed by Brando and the others - although the two angels behind the young man are following suit. The attendants had picturesque features, but the middle-aged man's gaze did not linger on them much.

As the owner of this place where people come and go, he has long since developed a different way of looking at people.

In particular, Brando's modern self-confidence is very similar to the descendants of nobles of this era who came from prominent families and received good education since childhood. Therefore, middle-aged people can distinguish this young man from others at a glance. .

"This is an aristocratic young man!" The owner of the hotel thought so, forcing a smile on his face, and his tone was unconsciously respectful: "Do you need anything?"

Brando raised his head and saw a wooden board with the types 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 this thing, he just It's just a pretense.

Except for Medisa, several ladies ordered a kind of fruit wine, which was slightly sweet and slightly sour. The ghost did not need to eat. The Silver Elf Princess just stood silently behind everyone. Akane noticed her and asked in a low voice: "Can't you eat?"

Medisa was stunned and shook her head: "It's just unnecessary."

"Then let's try it." The girl fiddled with the long ponytail on the back of her head: "If you don't order anything here, it will look too conspicuous."

"No," Roman's voice broke in, and she said seriously, "A real lady wouldn't eat indiscriminately in such a messy place—!"

When Qian saw what the merchant lady said, she was still holding a glass of fruit wine with both hands contentedly, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes at her: "Aren't you drinking too?" she asked angrily.

"I'm not a lady to begin with." Roman replied matter-of-factly, his eyes widening.

Medissa listened to the conversation between the two people and just kept laughing.

As for the two angel attendants, they simply ignored the chattering conversations of the girls and followed Brando expressionlessly. This allowed the middle-aged man to confirm the relationship between who was the female companion and who was the attendant. He glanced at these people and asked with a keenness unique to a businessman:

"How many of them are from outside?"

Akane stopped and raised her eyebrows alertly.

Brando knows that there is nothing to hide in this kind of thing, even though this kind of person is not a local snake. But he had met many people, and he might know all the locals in the town, so deliberately concealing it would leave doubts, so he simply nodded:

"Take a chance."

Brando didn't tell the truth either.

The middle-aged man thought that this might be a descendant of a nobleman who left home to travel - this kind of person is not uncommon in Eruin, but he is usually a descendant of a nobleman with a certain family background.

"It means you are going to the forest. Do you need a guide?" He thought for a moment and asked.

"The service is so attentive," Brando thought to himself that the most expensive glass of wine in his hand had an effect. A place like this is a place where news circulates, and the owner often also sells news. However, most of these information are based on hearsay and cannot be distinguished from authenticity. You need to eliminate 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 a cent more——

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

But Brando still shook his head: "I never need a guide, but I would like to ask what is going on in the forest?"

"There is no danger around the town, but if you go deep into the forest, you will encounter wild beasts and possibly monsters." The middle-aged man replied, "In addition, the north is the mining area. If you go that way, you may encounter the patrol team of the mining area security team. It would be bad if he was arrested as someone with evil intentions.”

As if he was afraid that this young man would be ignorant of his own status, he quickly added: "Although this is the territory of Toniguer, the owner of the mining area is actually Lord Jean Denel."

Brando said oh.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the wine. The spicy taste went from his mouth and tongue straight into his throat, and then returned to his nose. The young man almost coughed violently - Brando frowned. He was not good at drinking in the first place, but now it seems that pretending to be like this is not a wise move.

After finally suppressing the taste in his mouth, he made up his mind not to touch this thing at all. At the same time, he raised his head and asked sideways: "In that case, what should I avoid those places?"

"As long as you don't go north," the innkeeper replied, "If you don't go north, there will be no trouble."

"How can we find the legendary open-pit silver mine without going north to the silver vein?" Brando frowned deliberately in embarrassment.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and thought that this was indeed why he came.

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