Mo Bei went downstairs and saw three people eating around three tables in the living room! Blinking, yes, it was three people, eating around three tables, because each of these three people was almost as big as Raven's bear form. . .
The three of them put together three round tables with a diameter of at least 1.5 meters, and everyone's table was piled with food. Barbecue, bread, pies were piled up like hills, and the mashed potatoes that Mo Bei ate yesterday. , there is a big basin in front of everyone. What they sat under their buttocks was not a chair, but three solid tree stumps. . . Since there was no room for it on the table, the three of them each put a wine barrel between their legs. .
Mo Bei just stood on the stairs, dumbfounded, watching the three of them eating wildly. "These three guys... it would be a pity not to do mukbang..." Because Mo Bei, who had slept all day, was actually hungry. . .
Mo Bei walked into the hall cautiously, fearing that he would disturb the three guys and encounter something unexpected.
Seeing the unfazed Uncle Sig behind the bar, Mo Bei said hello in a low voice, "Good morning, Uncle Sig, do you have anything to eat?"
Uncle Sig shook his head, his expression a little helpless.
"Huh?" Mo Bei was a little confused. Mo Bei was speechless for a while when he saw Uncle Sig turning his eyes to the three guys who were eating. Just wanted to say something. Suddenly there was a loud "Poof!~~~" behind him, followed by a wave of air. . .
Mo Bei's face turned green immediately, but he saw that Uncle Sig in front of him had raised his hand as soon as the sound was made. With a "buzz" sound, a bubble-like oval barrier instantly opened outward from the body surface. Kankan protected himself in it. At the same time, he looked at Mo Bei slightly apologetically.
Mo Bei's face suddenly burst into tears, and he thought to himself, Uncle Sig, why don't you cover me too! Then he grabbed the door and ran away. A thunderous yell came from behind: "Ah... Damn it, Hozik! Are you a bastard turned into a mule beast? You pay for this meal!" This was accompanied by a "bang bang" beating sound.
Mo Bei walked on the road outside, still retching. I cursed in my heart: "What the hell...who can bear this kind of grievance! What a waste of food...I...I want to change my job! I want to become stronger! Wait for the punishment of justice, you guys!" "
Mo Bei walked forward for a while with a dark face. But I remembered that I was unfamiliar with the place here. . .
Mo Bei was now in a quiet street, surrounded by wooden buildings. Different from the strict barriers around the camp, the layout of the buildings here seems more random, but also orderly.
Some buildings had wood-carved signs hanging outside. Mo Bei took a quick look and found that there was a tavern with several large wooden barrels next to the door. There were faint sounds of people drinking and drinking inside, and it felt lively.
In a nearby barber shop, a thin barber stood on a stool and trimmed a giant man's wild hair like a lion's mane. The giant man tilted his head and snored loudly. The arms dropped directly to the ground, showing an amazing wingspan. Mo Bei thought of the description in Water Margin: "Horses can run on the arms, and people can stand on the fists." If arms like that were used to swing weapons, they would definitely be able to take down the fallen demon. Cut leeks. Mo Bei guessed that this giant man, like the three guys just now, were barbarians from Harrogas in the north.
Almost the entire wall was open, revealing a grocery store inside. There are so many types of items inside that it really deserves the word "groceries". Normally, there are large and small pottery and wooden bowls, wooden buckets and sticks for laundry, ropes for drying clothes, rakes, forks, hoes and other agricultural tools. Various animal skins and bundles of rugs hung on the walls. There is even a bookshelf full of old books. The small shop of less than 20 square meters was occupied by all kinds of things, leaving almost no room to set foot. Even the roof is full of hangings, and you can't get in without bending your back.
"I want to do the whole street's business..." Although he complained in his heart, the life atmosphere of these things in front of him touched Mo Bei's heart: This is a living world. . . The world is as real as it was before. . . As Mo Bei looked around. The stereotype that the game left on him was gradually replaced by the colorful things in front of him. The vague feeling of unreality after coming to this world also faded out of Mo Bei's consciousness unconsciously.
Mo Bei came to a shop filled with all kinds of boots. At first glance, these are all equipment, but they are all ordinary blank slates. The defense power ranges from one point to more than ten points. There are no pairs with extra attributes or inlaid grooves. But Mo Bei was surprised by the variety of styles and colors of these shoes, which was a bit dazzling. Mo Bei even wondered if there was a Wenzhou Jiangnan Leather Factory here. . . It seems that people in this world have high aesthetic needs. .
Except for those that specialize in selling shoes. Mo Bei also saw shops selling various body parts and equipment. I also haven’t found any that are of better quality than ordinary whiteboards.
After walking around the store, I remembered that I hadn’t eaten yet. Hunger overwhelmed his curiosity, and Mo Bei approached a pub that felt relatively quiet. He saw that the sign outside the tavern was engraved with very vivid images of wine glasses and barbecue. I looked around first and saw no one with the size of a barbarian. Then he walked in a little cautiously. The furnishings in the tavern are similar to Uncle Sig's. There were only five guests in the tavern at this time.
There were two men and two women sitting around a round table, eating quietly.
The most striking thing is a tall man among them. Sit upright and have a decent eating posture. He looked meticulous from head to toe, yet acted very naturally.
The man next to him was wearing an iron-embedded vest, his arms were strong, and his eyes were calm and focused.
The two women were of similar stature, both relatively petite. One is wearing a robe and has long flaxen hair shawl. He is very cute.
The other one had his back to Mo Bei. Her short, ear-length hair is also flaxen in color. The tight-fitting leather armor outlines a strong figure, seeming to imitate the tall man, sitting upright, with his feet wearing iron greaves placed together under the table. It seems serious and a bit funny.
Because these four people were all full of aura, Mo Bei unconsciously took another look, but saw the cute female mage looking up at him. She slightly raised the wooden wine glass that looked huge in her hand and smiled sweetly.
Mo Bei was embarrassed, nodded in return, and quickly found a seat inside to sit down. At this time, he could just see the short-haired girl who had her back turned to him. Her facial features were exactly the same as that of the female mage. Compared with the female mage, her expression was slightly more serious.
Mo Bei said hello to the waiter who came to him: "Hello! Can you bring me a glass of wine and some barbecue? It's just me. Also, can I ask you how to get to the training camp?"
The waiter smiled and nodded: "I'll get the wine and food for you right away. The training camp is just north of the main square."
"Main square?" Mo Bei was even more confused.
Seeing Mo Bei's confusion, the waiter estimated that it was Mo Bei's first time coming to the camp, and when he was about to tell him where the main square was, he heard a slightly nervous female voice coming from behind: "As for the training camp, I'll be back soon! I can show you the way!"
Mo Bei was a little surprised. He thanked the waiter and turned around to see a delicate girl with a brown ponytail.
"In that case, thank you very much! My name is Mo Bei! Nice to meet you!" Mo Bei held out his hand hesitantly.
"Hello, I am Milor from Blounta Village." The girl was no longer cautious at this time, stood up and shook Mo Bei's hand. Her hands were much stronger than they looked.
"I can..." Mo Beigang wanted to ask. "Please sit down, I'm alone." The girl said generously.
Mo Bei's food and wine have been brought. He smiled sheepishly at Milo Er and started to move.
"Is this your first time coming to the camp?" Miloer asked.
"Yeah. Yes!" "I have just arrived here not long ago, and I am training with the Amazon seniors. I hope that one day I can be on my own and defend my village! Which village are you from?"
Mo Bei thought he was afraid of what happened, so he told the story about the destruction of his village again, and used Milo'er's embarrassment to ask the name of the village to deal with it.
Mo Bei stuffed the barbecue and ale into his stomach in just a few strokes, feeling very satisfied. The ale here is different from the beer in the original world. It is not breathy. Although it is not as refreshing as the beer, it is very fragrant and mellow.
"Ha! You still have to come to the pub to drink! Uncle Sig's wine is not strong at all!"
There was a thunderous voice at the door. The vibration caused the originally quiet tavern to buzz.
Hearing the familiar voice and Uncle Sig's name, Mo Bei subconsciously looked back, and his face turned dark immediately! Aren't they the three guys who caused him to have no food and eat shit!
"Well... let's go. It's not safe..." Mo Bei said to Milo'er. "Huh?" Milor was confused.
"Huh? Hozik! Isn't that the little guy who ran away because of you?! Hahahahaha!"
"Hahaha, it's him!" Hozik was not ashamed but proud.
Mo Bei's face turned darker because Milo'er's beautiful eyes widened after hearing this, and she unconsciously raised her hands to cover her mouth.
At this moment, Mo Bei seemed to see in the other person's big eyes that there was a label on his head that was "killed by a barbarian's fart".
"Let's go..." Mo Bei's face turned dark. He seemed to see the lovely female mage covering her mouth and smiling softly.
Silently writing the account down in his inner notebook, Mo Bei paid the money and walked straight out of the bar. Miloer followed him with a pursed lips.
"Then let's go!" Miloer said.
"Okay." Mo Bei still looked a little depressed.
