The fat butcher sitting on the field raised his head slightly and glanced at the thin middle-aged villager from the corner of his narrow eyes: "Serrui, don't say these depressing words just because your wife secretly stuffed him a note. Isn't that what you want?" Prepare to pay two...oh, no, one and a half?"
"Pooh!"
"Besides, the reward money is not yours."
The butcher spat out the grass stalks in his mouth, stood up, patted his clothes, raised his chin and looked down: "This is the money that Old Jerry got from you when he mortgaged all his family property. This is Old Jerry's money!"
"He is dead..."
Before the emaciated villager finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the butcher: "Yes, that's right! Old Jerry is dead! He is stupid. If his son dies, he can continue to live, and if his wife dies, he can remarry, who cares? How old are you? There are so many refugees out there, how come you can’t find a wife?”
"The tailor's eldest son was drowned by a water ghost. Now he has two more sons?"
"Aunt Pamela was bitten to death by a poisonous snake. Didn't the old Mayor Max marry a sixteen-year-old girl last year?"
"He was the only one who couldn't figure it out. He just wanted to take a hunting bow and rush into the forest to die alone."
"What else did he say... Tell that werewolf that the forest is his territory? He is the hunter?"
Having said this, the butcher couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. He really felt worthless for Old Jerry, but at the same time, he felt a bit inexplicable envy.
As for the specific reason for envy... maybe it lies in the difference between the two professions, butcher and hunter.
However, both professions kill animals, and even butchers kill far more animals than hunters. What is the difference between them?
Before the butcher could figure out the problem, the villagers on the side suddenly exclaimed: "Look, the trees on the other side of the forest are moving. Are there any monsters coming out? Sheriff Feeney, come and protect us!"
The sturdy villager ran and shouted: "I'll call someone, you guys hold on first!"
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The elk walked slowly out of the trail, dragging the wooden cart with the crisp sound of their hooves.
"Creak, creak..."
The sound of wheels rolling slowly and slowly plays a moving country ditty in the distance.
Several villagers who were running away looked at each other in confusion and slowed down hesitantly.
The old and frail old Max Village Chief didn't run far at all. When he saw that the person who came out was not a monster, he simply stopped, panting and holding his crutch, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you... Huhu...? Why...why...come to our Lan'er village?"
"Huh?" The dark-skinned boy on the left side of the carriage lowered his head in surprise, "Your village is very defensive."
"Passing by your place, I plan to stay here for one night."
"May I?"
The young man's attitude was very gentle.
Old Max looked at the blood-stained heavy armor on the young man's body and the heavy sword in his arms. He swallowed secretly, calmed his breathing, and smiled, but he was also very kind: "My lord, please forgive me! Not long ago, our village Six people died because of the werewolf attack, so adults can stay here, but they can only live outside the village."
Anyone with a little common sense will know that those who can wear heavy armor as daily clothing, even if they are not formal knights, must have practiced knighthood, and their strength and endurance are far beyond ordinary people. Grain handle
What's more, with such heavy armor, it would be difficult for ordinary people to cause fatal injuries to him. Coupled with his powerful strength and extraordinary endurance, the young man's fighting power is simply not something that an ordinary old man like the village chief can withstand.
Worried about being blamed by the young man, Old Max added: "Don't worry, sir. There happens to be a free hunter's yard outside the village, which can completely park your two carriages. If you need to eat, you can go to the Maple Leaf Tavern during the day. Just come out before dark."
As the Romans do, Yaro did not embarrass the old man and nodded with a smile: "The wood I brought takes up a lot of space. I am worried that the hotel will not be able to fit it."
"Where is the hunter's courtyard? Could you please take me there?"
Seeing that the young man was so talkative, Old Max became a little bolder. He gritted his teeth, rubbed his hands, and made a gesture that everyone understood: "Sir, everything is complete there, so... at least this number is needed. "
"penny?"
Yaro learned this word from Heli. He had never known that there was such a small currency unit before.
"Huh? Huh? Huh!"
Old Max suddenly woke up, his heart beating fast, a smile like an old chrysanthemum appeared on his wrinkled face, and he said with an exaggerated expression: "How can you mention pennies with your status? Of course they are silver coins! As long as... five, only five A silver coin!"
Ding!
An alluring metal sound sounded. Old Max noticed the flickering golden light in his peripheral vision. His eyes almost popped out. He threw away his crutches and rushed out like a hungry dog. He pressed the gold coins in his arms. .
"I'm here for the New Year, but I don't come here often. Can you help me take care of it on weekdays, okay?"
Only then did Yaro's leisurely voice reach Old Max's ears.
One year corresponds to the time that Yaro plans to stay in the castle. Judging from the current situation, it will be inconvenient to pass directly by Cory in the future. If White Deer can really clear the level here, this place will be a frequent visitor in the future. main routes.
Since the price of the room was not expensive, Yaro didn't bother to talk and just threw out the only currency in his arms.
Not only will this save too much trouble, but you can also ask someone to take care of it for free. Why not?
"Okay, okay, okay..."
Old Max's eyes were almost dazzled by the brand-new gold coins. He didn't care about throwing himself on the ground. He took the gold coins and looked left and right. He put them in his mouth again and again, biting them again and again with his old and incomplete teeth. After seeing the real gold coins, he quickly stuffed them into his arms, rolled over and got up, his whole body as full of vitality as if he was twenty years younger.
Old Max's performance reminded Yaro of the origin of this gold coin. This gold coin was also covered with tooth marks before, but Yaro didn't think it looked too ugly, so he melted it and refined it later.
"Take me there after you see it... By the way," Yaro suddenly thought of a question and looked back at the white deer standing sideways, "Are you going to eat something before leaving, or are you going to set off immediately?"
It was already getting dark in the afternoon, so it was not very early. The white deer still had to travel a long way. Even if the elk had the power to travel on his behalf and had magic power to clear the way, time would still be tight.
"Let me go in and take a look. I haven't seen the inside of the village yet." Bai Lu looked around curiously.
Hearing the girl's honey-like voice, Old Max turned his head slightly and fell into addiction again.
The skin is like gelatin, the eyebrows are like pictures, and the fairy posture is lost...
Even the aristocratic girl who was so amazing when he was young is not one ten thousandth as good as this girl!
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