"We want three rooms."
Turka said simply, as if he didn't even see the eyes of everyone in the hall. He stood there, like a stone statue and an ancient king; he wore a mithril ornament on his forehead. The sharp-eyed Gao Yan and the hammer-dropping businessman saw the jaw-dropping thing inside from under his rough cloak. He wears a certain kind of silk collar, which is far more gorgeous than the imagination of mortals on this continent. Time has never left a trace on him, but people can feel a kind of peace that has passed through time in his eyes. He looks at you, but It's like watching the passage of time through you. His tone was somewhat strange, and the old man could tell from his habit of choosing words and constructing sentences that he seemed not very proficient in using common language.
A strange Southerner.
The Nords and Reachers in the frontier fortress had never seen such a strange guy like him. The innkeeper stood stiffly behind the bar, his head slightly lowered.
"Yes." He said, "Yes, the Silver Blood Inn has the best beds, food and drinks in Markas. Everyone who has been here says so. But I'm sorry, sir, you are late. . Now that the rooms are full, we don’t offer any services other than food and ale. Or if you want a little Corlevian wine, I have that too.”
"We only need three rooms." Little Logatus said anxiously, "My father and the others will be here soon. Uncle Clapper, we need a place to stay. And." He took out the old farmer's handbag His purse, "We'll pay."
"But you are indeed late." Claybo shrugged, and he was obviously more comfortable with the young Logatus, "Two days ago, there were no hotels in the city to rest in. You know, these Times are not going well outside, everyone is flocking to Markarth. The city is already overcrowded. Or you can try going to the shack."
"Yes, young brats, the dirty and smelly sewers are suitable for you." The drunk mercenary suddenly shouted loudly, like a proud rooster, and as if he was just because he was suddenly attracted by the big guy in front of him. He was so frightened that he dared not speak out and deliberately attracted attention because of his unique temperament, "Go to the slums and try, there will always be a place for you there. And there is no money there, haha!"
His partner's face changed slightly, but it was too late to stop his big mouth. On the contrary, the alcohol and people's surprised and excited looks made him feel elated, regardless of the pain such remarks would cause him.
"Yes, go to your sewers, Southerners."
Ah, alcohol, the source of trouble; the man stupidly started shouting again under the influence of alcohol and anger about the war in the south; after all, drinking and fighting are perfectly normal for Nords. The woman stared directly at Turka's handsome face with greedy and loving eyes. Only the wise businessman shrank his neck and hesitated whether to leave first. The whole hall was noisy again.
Little Logatus was furious. As a local from the frontier fortress, he certainly knew what shacks and slums were. It was a gathering place for homeless people, beggars, and thieves who worked for the city lord and the Silver-Blooded Family. No one wanted to stay there except those who were desperate.
"Do they have a room here?" Turka held down the impulsive little Logatus. The farmer's son felt a big hand made of steel gripping his shoulder, almost making him unable to move.
"What?" Kleibo didn't even understand what he said. He uneasily wiped his hands on the white canvas apron he was wearing, and then changed his tone of respect.
"Them." Turka glanced at the two mercenaries. His mood could not be seen on that kind and handsome face.
"The First Cause of All Realms"
Klepper understood immediately. He said quickly: "Sir, I don't recommend you do this."
"You just need to answer my questions." Turka emphasized his tone, staring directly at the innkeeper, almost making the muscular Nord man lower his head.
"Yes," said Claypool.
"Very good." Turka let go of little Logatus. He walked toward these rude and narrow-minded humans. Almost everyone who passed by him hurriedly moved out of the way, and the originally noisy hall became quiet again. Only the reckless guy was still making noise, and his companions couldn't stop him.
Little Logatus seemed to understand. He squeezed through the crowd happily and followed Turka.
"What?" The guy was obviously a little timid and had sobered up a bit. There were many scars and sword marks on his face and arms, and the muscles on his body were also very tight, making the leather armor on his body bulge high. At first glance, he doesn't appear to be the kind of coward who only knows how to talk.
"Shut up. And get out," Turka said softly. He didn't want to cause too much trouble when he arrived. But, Ilúvatar, how can things always turn out as one pleases? He felt his heartbeat and blood for the first time in a long time.
Maybe it's not like him, but in Arda, his true nature has indeed been suppressed for too long. Ilúvatar, you may have given me the deepest love, but in Middle-earth, in Yiya, everything was as you expected. Everything he did was just licking the bricks and mortar of the magnificent movement of creation. , although exciting, it is indeed a bit boring. But on Nirn, he is free, and everything he does is what he wants.
And, we do need guest rooms.
he thought.
"Duel! Duel!"
The drinkers and businessmen couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw the excitement. Also, for the aggressive Nords, there is nothing that a duel cannot resolve. If so, do it again after drinking.
"If this is what you want." The mercenary and his companion stood up, their faces not so happy. In other words, alcohol may make them get drunk, but comparing their strengths and weaknesses, no matter how idiotic they are, they don't think they have a chance of winning.
Turka looked at them calmly and said nothing.
"Wait a minute." Little Logatus said excitedly, "The duel requires a prize. And this is ours." He raised the money bag in his hand.
The mercenaries were almost unable to dismount, but the dignity and the people's excited looks and excited shouts made them unable to say no without shame.
"Shul. This is so stupid," the companion complained.
The guy who started the provocation had long blond hair braided into multiple braids, as well as a beard. It could be seen that he was mostly sober from the alcohol. He raised his head and stared straight at Turka, who was almost half taller than him, with a look of withdrawal in his eyes.
"Vesco, don't be a coward, come on." Someone shouted.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
In the hall, all the men and women shouted.
Among them, little Logatus shouted the loudest. Turka glanced at him, and then the farmer's son chuckled and shrank his neck slyly.
Visco could no longer admit that he was afraid, and courage came over him, or rather, stupidity. "You'll get it." He pumped his fist and charged towards Turka. His steps are quick and his punches are like thunder. There was no way he could resist his own fist. Visco shouted in his mind.
When his companion saw it, he could only follow closely behind him and cunningly launched an attack.
However.
The stranger's casserole-sized fist came first and hit Vesco on the chin, beating him like a ball of rags and flying away, knocking over the table next to him. Beers and food were spilled all over the floor by those watching the excitement. Then he raised his leg and kicked his companion in the stomach. As a result, the second mercenary flew backwards faster than when he arrived and fell onto another table. This caused a woman at this table to scream hysterically.
We should not forget that Turka Aracano is a person blessed by the Creator God of another world. Even if he crosses the crystal wall and comes to another world, some strange changes are happening to him, but about the sacredness in his body It won't change. With physical strength alone, few mortals in the heavens can match him.
You mean battle master? Damage offset? nonexistent. This is not playing a game. If you can't beat it, you just can't beat it. No matter how much you say, it's useless. Unless he was a hero with full skill points like the First Born Son, he would not be qualified to stand in front of Turka today.
"Ugh~"
The kicked mercenary lay on the ground, almost spitting out the remains of last night's food. Turka had already shown mercy, otherwise his stomach would have been broken in two. The mercenary with the big mouth fainted and his entire jaw was smashed. If he did not receive timely treatment, his end would not be good.
Consider this his punishment for being mean-mouthed.
Turka thought silently. The restlessness and depression in my heart were released to some extent.
No one in the hall dared to move again. Cold fear crawled onto people's faces, spread to their limbs, and strangled people's throats.
Except for the woman's screams.
Three guards broke open the door and barged in. "What happened?" someone yelled. But when they saw Turka standing in the scene and the other two guys lying on the ground, they immediately drew their swords in their hands and said, "You! It's you! You are causing trouble in the city, I want to arrest you!" "
"You can't do this!" Little Luo Gatus immediately jumped out and shouted: "Shur witnesses, this is a sacred duel, fair and open!"
"That's true." Kleibo also recovered from the shock of a stranger climbing over two experienced mercenaries in two simple steps. He said: "These two." The hotel owner signaled that they had fallen down. "They used their fists to prove who was more of a man."
The guards looked at the scene that was like a mammoth breaking in. They saw one person was unresponsive, and the other was rolling and twitching continuously, with a pool of disgusting vomit underneath him. He also looked at the people who were silent and refused to believe anything they said. This is what one person can do. "You can talk to the city lord about this." The team leader in the middle said rudely, "You. Come with us." But if you look carefully, his hands are trembling, and the sword pointed at Turka is even trembling slightly.
As a result, everyone looked at Turka, who had caused the chaos, and seemed to be waiting for his decision.
Turka was thinking quietly, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with him. He felt the urge to be human for the first time in a long time, so he did it, and it gave him pleasure. But if you ask him if he will accept this kind of 'humiliation', his answer is definitely unwilling. But he didn't speak. Because a voice interrupted the 'trial' first.
"I can testify." On the second floor, a female voice as clear as an oriole sounded. Just listening to it, little Luo Gatus couldn't help but see a dazzlingly beautiful girl standing there. Under the spring cypresses and catkins, Qiao smiled sweetly, "This warrior and their duel are protected by Shure. Captain Gus."
Aliti Silverblood is like a phalaenopsis that has just spit out its pistils. Her youthful and graceful body is wrapped in a lady's skirt made of fine velvet and cotton. It is said that this is the most popular style in the empire recently. It is woven with a variety of weaving and embroidery techniques, and the patterns are mostly blue and gold orchids. The most eye-catching thing is that it can well show off a woman's slender waist and breasts, making her beautiful and dignified. Coupled with her youthful, beautiful face and beautiful blue eyes, the farmer's son was instantly fascinated.
He recognized the beautiful lady.
Ality Silverblood, the daughter of Harald Silverblood, is known as the most beautiful woman in the Frontier Territory.
"Ms. Aliti." Captain Gus immediately sheathed his sword and saluted the silver-blood family's precious daughter.
"Oops." Aliti's face turned red and she seemed not to be very satisfied with Captain Gus's title. She put her hands on her chest to make the lady's advantage more obvious, "Captain Gus, for my sake, Don’t pursue this matter, okay?”
Captain Gus heard this and followed the good advice. He put away his sword, nodded, turned and left. But anyone with a discerning eye would notice that he ran away a bit fast.
The Silver Blood Inn has restored its relaxed atmosphere. Or so it seemed. People gathered together in pairs with strange expressions, muttering quietly, but from time to time their eyes turned to the alien visitors in the center of the hall and the silver-blooded daughter upstairs. As for little Luo Gatus, everyone selectively ignored him.
Kleiber ordered his employees to carry out the two people who fell to the ground. Perhaps the priests of the Temple of Dibela will heal them. he thought.
But before that, Claypool took out two bags of coins from the two unlucky guys and handed them to little Logatus, "This is yours." He said.
The farmer's son was no longer as excited as before. He took the money bag from the innkeeper's hand like a fool and kept his eyes on Aliti coming down the stairs. The young man's thoughts were almost clear.
"Watch your eyes, little Logatus." The innkeeper couldn't help but whispered a word of advice, almost inaudible, "Silver-blooded girls are not something you should expect. Even the youngest of them has blood in their blood. They are all extremely poisonous."
Little Logatus' face suddenly turned red. The little secret in the young man's heart was exposed, making him shy and embarrassed. But the innkeeper’s reminder only ended there, because Aliti had already left. She is swaying and charming.
"Your guest room is available." He hurriedly bowed slightly to Turka, "Sir, I have to say that the way you handle things is straightforward and effective, but a little dangerous."
Chapter 6 Ariti Silverblood
