Mystery: The Star Key

The next day.

The faint morning light fell on the holy emblem of Bayam's Church of the Fool.

Igna dressed up and came to the door.

And this time his assistant, or travel companion, was already waiting at the door.

Sure enough, as Michelle said, she is a female warrior.

She is at least two meters tall. He has short brown hair and light gray eyes. Facial contours are clear. Wearing a full set of light armor, he looks capable and refreshing, with a sharp temperament.

She was holding two mutated giant horses in her hands, and she seemed to be carrying some dry food and water in the luggage behind her, as well as a thin quilt for camping in the wild.

Seeing Igna coming out of the residence, she nodded to him.

Perhaps it was because it was too early, and the New City of Silver had not fully woken up, and apart from the guards, there was no one else at the door.

"Hello." Igna stretched out his hand and said, "I'm Lawrence Kyle, from the Church of the Fools in Backlund, and I'm a recorder."

"Guardian, Canterbury Bucherer. You can call me Canterbury directly." The female warrior nodded, bent down slightly, and tried to make herself look at Ignatius as much as possible, and stretched out her hand to meet Ignatius. Handshake.

"First stop, where do you want to conduct research?" Canterbury asked.

Igna thought for a while and said, "Go to the place where you have successfully developed new followers of Mister Fool."

Where there is a successful model, generally speaking, it will be more valuable for investigation.

Hearing this, Canterbury was silent for a while before saying, "Okay."

Without too many greetings, the two immediately set off.

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"Jingle--"

In the afternoon, the door in Nat's Tavern was suddenly pushed open.

At this hour, the tavern should have been full of people, but after the guests saw the people coming, it was suddenly quiet. The guests who did not notice at first also stopped talking in such an environment and turned their attention to the door. Then he closed his mouth too.

Entering from outside the door was a gentleman from Loen.

He was wearing a top hat and a black cloak. There was some dust on the brim and shoulders, apparently from the long journey.

But that didn't stop the villagers present from paying him attention.

Loen people are not uncommon in Bayam, but after leaving Bayam, it is indeed a rare existence in such a small inland village. Pirates don't come here because it's not close to the sea. Robbers often visit, but how can Loen people become robbers?

The villagers of Knight Village may not see three Loen people in a year.

Even the Loen gentlemen who occasionally pass by will never enter these taverns belonging to their commoners. The villagers only saw those "honourable Loen gentlemen" with top hats and civilized sticks by the windows, as if they had stepped down from the newspaper.

Therefore, when the tavern owner saw the person coming, he immediately put on a smile, and he said enthusiastically, "Do you want something?"

He didn't think about whether this gentleman of Loen knew the local dialect, he just tried to make his smile look brighter, and tried to leave a good impression on the people in front of him.

The gentleman was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand and threw five copper pennies.

He didn't speak.

But the tavern owner gratefully accepted it, wiped his hands carefully with a clean cloth hanging on the counter, held the best wine glass, and served the other party a glass of the best beer in the shop.

The stranger took off his top hat, and his appearance was fully revealed.

He is a typical Loen person, with a deep face, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, short black hair that is carefully trimmed, and a pair of lake blue eyes like a far-reaching lake.

Under the cape is a well-crafted Loen-style double-breasted black trench coat. Carrying a well-made civilization stick, without any luggage.

He did not find a table to sit down like the other guests, but stood at the counter. He looked down at the wine glass in his hand, as if studying how to drink this rough glass and cloudy beer.

Everyone was looking at him silently, as if they wanted to secretly see every move of the Loen people.

"Jingle--"

The door of the tavern was pushed open again.

The people who came in from the outside also attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

This is a half-giant with a height of more than two meters, she is a woman, there is no doubt. She was wearing a cloak and had dust on her body.

Gu Yu Her body is like a giant, but she walks very lightly.

Originally, he looked at the tavern owner of the gentleman Loen, and turned his head. But when he saw someone coming. His face turned black like a chameleon.

I don't know if it was because there were other people in the store, he didn't have a seizure.

"Anything?" he asked in a bad tone.

"Beer." The female half-giant replied politely in Dutan.

The boss wiped his hands with a canvas apron, brought a cracked clay mug and filled it with a large glass of beer.

The female half-giant nodded and thanked her, and then she took off her cloak, and almost everyone noticed that she was carrying two swords. And he carried both swords on his back like bows and arrows.

As if she didn't care about these gazes, she picked up the pottery cup and took a sip of wine.

"I want to find a guest room for the night." The half-giant said.

"Not here." The boss said angrily, and at the same time looked at the other party's dusty and dirty boots with a bad expression, "Let's go and look elsewhere."

"I will pay." The giantess said with a good attitude.

"I said it was full." The boss said.

The female half-giant was about to speak when something ugly happened.

A man with freckles walked towards the bar, and when the giantess entered the door, his eyes never left her. His two followers followed, less than two steps apart.

They were all dressed in hunting clothes and looked like hunters in the village.

"There is no guest room for you here. Savage giants are not welcome in our village." A harsh voice squeezed out of the freckled man's mouth.

The female giant didn't pay attention to these people. She took the pottery cup and moved it to the side.

She looked at the tavern owner, but the tavern owner didn't look at her. Instead, he walked towards the Loen man who had been silent, and seemed to want to persuade him to leave temporarily.

"The savage giant gets out of here." The freckled man rushed up without saying a word, punched the pottery cup in the giantess' hand, and grabbed the leather straps crossed on her chest with the other hand.

The attendant behind the freckled man also raised his fist.

However, the female giant turned her body lightly, which is definitely a light movement even if it is placed on a weapon master.

"Dang—" Jianming sounded softly.

The brilliance of the long sword flashed in the tavern, and the tavern suddenly turned into chaos. I don't know who screamed, making the scene even more chaotic. Some of the guests rushed to the door.

Due to the rapidity of the movement, he also bumped into the chair and table. The sound of ping ping pong sounded, and the pottery cup shattered.

The tavern owner's lips trembled with fright, and he stared at the freckled man in horror.

It was the son of a hunter in the village~www.wuxiamtl.com~ His hand had been cut off by the female giant. The red blood splattered on the ground like splashing water. The two attendants fell to the ground, and both of them lost an arm, and they raised the one when they started. But no one noticed this.

Someone screamed hysterically, and the smell of thick blood made the boss feel breathless, and he couldn't help but vomit.

At this time, I don't know if it was out of curiosity or other thoughts, the boss subconsciously looked at the gentleman Loen who came to the store.

But to the boss's surprise, the Loen gentleman looked as usual and even raised the Civilization Staff.

"Ding--"

The Loen gentleman threw him a golden object with his fingers.

Before figuring out what was going on, the boss first grabbed the thing and found it turned out to be a Loen gold coin.

The tavern owner raised his head for unknown reasons, and then he found that the Loen gentleman had also joined the battle.

His opponent is the perpetrator of the attempted sneak attack on the giantess.

His weapon is a cane.

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Because I want the atmosphere of vicissitudes and loneliness and wandering, the atmosphere of the tavern and the description of the natives imitate and refer to the first chapter of "The Witcher I: The Rise of the White Wolf".

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