A new guest really came to the inn. Roma, who stayed in the house, was not surprised, but the three people who went out had not yet calmed down the shock.
"Are you a fugitive?" asked the little lion.
"No, I'm just a stowaway." The guest who swam ashore replied.
His name was Kramer. He had yellow hair, smelled of wet water and grass all over his body, and had an exceptionally wide chin. Ironfork would not allow him to enter the room until he had dried himself. The inn was shabbier than expected because there wasn't even a fireplace in the room. As the fire roasted, Uriel felt as if a grilled fish was burning beside the stove.
"What does it feel like to stow away on a ship?" Roma herself has been a stowaway, but what she escaped was the ticket to the shuttle station. At that time, she also used the magic on a ring.
"I was scared to death," Kramer admitted. "Although the first mate took my uncle's money and allowed me to board the ship at the small town port, he would just turn a blind eye to me instead of helping to cover up. In short, I was discovered That’s it.”
"Where are you smuggling to?"
"Knight's Cove, of course. Why else would I leave home? The gates of Six Finger Castle are heavily guarded these days."
"Then you came down so early, were you discovered by the sailors?"
"I would have died if I were discovered. It was for another reason. I learned that the ship was not going to stop at Knights Bay, but that they were going to cross the harbor. The mate deceived my uncle, and did not care where I was going. I had no choice but to look for When the opportunity arises, jump off the boat when it is closest to the river bank and swim to the shore.”
This was the truth, but Uriel suspected that he had heard it wrong. You know, Knight's Bay is the end of the Golden Bird River, where else can the Alliance ships go?
But Roma's focus was more realistic: "Then why don't you jump into Knight's Bay?"
"Hey, miss, there are fishmen in the Sea of Singing. How dare I jump down?" Kramer shivered suddenly, not sure whether it was cold or fear. "It is said that the new lord of Knight's Bay is a fishman. This is really ridiculous! How can Her Majesty the Queen let such a person rule the harbor? I think the Nagas will have to climb to the coast of the kingdom sooner or later."
"I heard that the Lords of the Bay are descended from one of Her Majesty's cousins," Blaise interjected.
"How is it possible that Your Majesty has a fishman cousin?"
"Have you forgotten? After the Raven War ended..."
Uriel wants to hear what this "Raven's War" is about. In the outside world, there is no such battle in Eastman's history. Eighty percent of this war is related to the mysterious realm. After all, the mortal realm also has its fair share of mythical creatures.
But Kramer had no intention of continuing. He gave a vague hum, and the two of them nodded tacitly, and the topic was ignored. Uriel was too shy to ask. Anyway, I will be able to get information from Sauron sooner or later, without having to explore other people's hearsay.
Roma also tried her best to pretend to understand, which was very funny in the eyes of the apprentice. I can't laugh at him. Now they play the role of travelers, not adventurers running around. Most travelers are Eastmans, and people like Yasukawa are actually a minority among adventurers. Judging from their appearance, the "Raven's War" must have been a major event in Eastman on the same level as the "White Plague" in Wynneworth, and everyone knew about it. Uriel opened the newspaper as he thought, but could not read a word.
"Are you a mysterious creature? How dare you board the Oath Keepers ship." She had to ask something else.
Kramer took a gulp of hot porridge. He could fit a whole bowl in his mouth, the apprentice thought. "Mysterious creatures? Adventurers?" He looked at the little lion Roma interestingly, "Little sister, what are you thinking! Adventurers will not sneak across the Oath Keepers Alliance ship. They will be discovered as soon as they get on the ship."
The hot bath kept Roma up late, and the next day she yawned so much that she almost showed her tail on the dining table. Uriel gave her a warning look, and the little lion immediately lowered his head honestly. Fortunately, "Iron Fork" was cleaning up the roof, and Brace went out to add fodder to the horses. Kramer's snoring could still be heard from the top of the building. He must not have been able to sleep peacefully for a moment on the ship. Uriel swallowed the last spoonful of beans. Now he finally had time to open the newspapers he had accumulated and see what new news there was. No matter what the newspapers said, the rest of the day would please him.
The first news was ten days ago. The price of mithril continued to rise, and the Oath Keepers Alliance began to restrict the export trade of the mysterious metal. I am afraid that Blumnot will also be affected, and the apprentice suddenly feels that his promise to Sauron may not be fulfilled. The second one is closely related to it. A well-known chamber of commerce in a certain mysterious field is on the verge of bankruptcy. Many people speculate that this is the reason why its peers are adding insult to injury. The third item is tidbits about a big shot in Knights Bay.
"It's really amazing that there is a literate person here." Brace came back from fetching water and couldn't help but said after seeing him. "Only the priest and the village chief in the whole village can read and write. An adventurer once came to the redwood forest. He said that he His name is Smet, and he is also literate. Do all adventurers have to be literate?"
Uriel looked at him. "Do you want to be an adventurer?"
"No." He glanced at his father secretly. "Not at all. I'm just saying, I thought they all knew how to read. That's all."
"Not all." Uriel answered his question before he fled. "I have seen pictures describing the quest on the notice board, and obviously only adventurers of equal skill who do not understand Common Language will take it. All in all, what most adventurers need is strength and experience, not knowledge."
At this time, "Iron Cha" cursed something in a dialect they couldn't understand. Blaise ran away quickly before he could respond to Uriel.
Look at this young man, why does the ring appear so familiar to me? Are you talking to him so much for the same reason as me?
He is different from me. "I have something to ask you. It has nothing to do with adventurers."
It's Raven's War, right? You can find this when you go back to the library. Don't bother me.
"No. That's what I want to ask about." Uriel unfolded the newspaper. It was the "Daily Ring" from a week ago. God knows how it got from Blumnot to Eastman. The newspaper devoted three full pages to the San Carlos snow disaster. The headline led him at first to think he was holding a Venevoise newspaper with the wrong name. "I bet the White Envoy did this."
The devil makes a bet with you. Of course he did this. It seems he hates the Mist City.
Uriel didn't think so. He felt that Joey valued San Carlos, and not just because it was the tower's tributary city. "Those rebels are finished," he said to Mr. Ring after reading the report.
You want to ask why he doesn't come back? Why don't you look down?
He continued to read.
The subsequent news was even more exciting, with the headlines jumping off the page and flying in front of his eyes. Roma on the opposite side almost spit out her milk when she saw this scene. "Brumnot's Beltway? What did you say?"
"The Blood Tribe announces its withdrawal from the Oath Keepers Alliance"
"That's good news." She stuffed a mouthful of boiled beans into her mouth.
But not to Joey. Uriel finally knew why his mentor had not returned for so long. The ripples caused by this kind of news that shakes the mysterious realm are not easy to calm down. He caught the floating words and pressed them back onto the paper. "Not at all."
Roma expressed confusion. I am afraid that she, like all the mystics in the tower, could not understand my expectation of seeing the White Emissary. In fact, they only did it when they were in danger, but the next time they met him on the steps of the tower, they would still close their mouths and move away with their eyes wandering. Uriel was a little angry with Joey because his method of dealing with the rebels was to flood San Carlos with heavy snow. This is good for maintaining dignity, and will also scare enemies, but he feels that Joey can actually be more beautiful...not just scary.
Forget it, he must know better than me. Uriel thought as he folded the newspaper. It's not been a year or two since Joey became the patrol envoy. Since he chose this method, there is probably a reason for it. An apprentice who has been at Knox for less than a year is not qualified to speak to an experienced mentor. To put it bluntly, I don’t even understand the occult realm yet. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked Roma.
The little lion patted his belly and said, "It's not very good. Let's go hunting." Her suggestion was unrealistic.
"You have a new hunting ground," the apprentice told her. "The bows and arrows are ready, aren't they?"
Her expression finally became serious.
Uriel raised his voice slightly: "Mr. Brace, please calculate the bill."
It was his father "Iron Cha" who came, and Brace was helping the coachman lead the horse. "I'll remember to waive the hot water bill for you," he yelled, not caring that the sound woke another guest. "Will you remember my name? Hmm?"
"What?"
"You called me Tiecha last night, I heard you. This is not a nickname I gave myself."
"I'm sorry." The apprentice was very embarrassed. "I am Uriel, and this child is called Roma. Can you let me know your name?"
"You should call me Tiecha." The store took away the tableware. "Thirty-six Black City coins in total." There was a loud bang above his head, followed by Kramer's wail.
"It's not expensive at all. Do you get anything for it, Mr. Tiecha?" The apprentice was paying the bill, and the little lion Roma, who had already boarded the carriage, suddenly looked over and asked.
"Better than nothing." "Iron Cha" snorted, "I hope your next meal will be better, little Roma. There are roasted rats for sale in the village, and I would rather eat rotten fish. Not all meat is good. thing."
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I'm beginning to believe that your inn is very luxurious!" Roma retracted her head back to the carriage, and "Tiecha" laughed.
When the inn disappeared from sight and the rough village emerged from the shadows of the trees, Roma asked him: "Can I see Ironfork and Blaise again? I like them very much."
"If you can become an Eastman garrison in the future," Uriel replied, "then no one will compete with me for the position of patrol envoy."
"You're dreaming! The White Envoy will teach you a lesson. You can't beat him at all."
"I have realized this." He couldn't help but smile. The outlines of the village and the church became clear, and Uriel touched the hilt of the sword, the blade of which he had carefully nourished with magic yesterday. Now his calling calls to him through the cold sword, and he will answer.
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