Sword and Magic and Taxi

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The lobby of the Knee Knee Inn is very long, but the ventilation is very good, so I don't feel bored. 81Δ『Δ』中文 When Zhao Mai walked into the house before dinner time, there were only a few rested farmers holding a mug of ale and talking in a low voice. They raised their heads to look at Zhao Mai, and looked up and down: no metal armor and long swords, no family decorations, only a large cloak and black leather breastplate, either a mercenary or a single killer Or robber.

"Dinner time is coming soon, let's roast the fire first." Martha started chewing the tobacco again, her cheeks bulging, supporting the muscles of her face. "Unfortunately, there are no rooms, so if you want to change clothes, you can only go to the kitchen or storage room."

"I don't need a room, I won't stay here for the night." Zhao Mai stretched hard, and the muscles massaged by the force of nature made a crunching sound, which surprised Martha Hyde. She did not dare to treat Zhao Mai as an ordinary businessman or servant, but divided him into "some dangerous roles."

"By the way, dogs are not allowed to come in, there is no rain under the eaves outside the door, so it can't get wet." Martha explained quickly: "The rules here are like this, even the noble lords will follow them."

"It's up to you." Zhao Mai raised his finger, and the reserve of grain went over to get down, put his head on the overlapping front paws, and looked at Yudu outside. "I'll let you pick the duck first." Zhao Mai said to it and closed the door of the hotel.

The people inside observe him, and he is also observing this place. The rectangular hall uses a whole wall of space for stacking large wooden wine barrels, and the other wall is a stove. The guy in the hall is wiping the table and going to the stove to look at the grilled meat skewers while working. Turn it over or apply some oil as needed. From the stairs came the sound of talking and laughing, and the peculiar sound of boots stepping on the wooden boards. Zhao Mai walked two steps quickly and grabbed a position near the stove. He took off his cloak and put it aside, the heat came, and the wet clothes on his body were spilt with white vapor, making him seem to be forming a cloud.

After a while, the benches were filled with seats, and it was time for dinner. Villagers, farmers, and fishermen on the Sancha River (in fact, the three rivers of Red Fork, Blue Fork, and Green Fork) sit side by side with travelers of different origins, and there is not much separation between them. It seems that there are no nobles present, so everyone doesn't need to pay attention to it. Comfort is the most important thing.

Of course, not all of you present here are laborers, many of them carry swords, and some of them also have full chain armor. There are three sabers wearing red steed badges also crowded by the fire, seeming to have a soft spot for the heat here. They raised their eyes and glanced at Zhao Mai and noticed the mist rising on his wet clothes, so they just snorted and did not drive him away. If they do, they will form an overbearing and unreasonable impression in the eyes of others, which is not a good thing.

The iron boots pressed on the wooden stairs, making a pounding sound. A group of people wearing blue steel ring armor and silver-gray cloaks on their shoulders walked down. Finally there is a coat of arms that Zhao Mai knows! The twin tower symbol representing the Frey family in Twin River City is on their shoulders. The Frey of the Twin Towers belongs to the big fish of the Tuli family, but its lord Wald Frey is dissatisfied with the Tuli family, but has been with the Lannister family **** of the Lion Banner for a long time.

After the duck with the grain reserve was roasted, it exuded an attractive aroma. Zhao Mai brought the grain reserve as agreed, leaving only one duck leg. The proprietress Martha prepared for him a plate of fried fish fillets with bean paste, two broccoli garnishes, and an apple. When he came back, the seat by the stove was gone. The guy with the red steed badge spread his arms and took the place that originally belonged to Zhao Mai.

So he found a place on another table and sat with a few guys who looked like caravan guards. These people took the initiative to clean up the table and made room for him.

"Hurrying in the rain? Young people get sick like this." A mercenary wearing a faded blue cloak with a moustache on his lips said to him: "I recommend you to drink some of the spirits here, brewed from barley. Quite energetic, the best way to get rid of dampness."

"Ah, thank you." Zhao Mai thought for a while, and shouted to Martha: "Boss, the spirits brewed from barley, give us a share!"

The mustache mercenary gave him a thumbs up: "Good boy, you will always have good luck. My name is Bolong, and I hope you can do it for you."

So you are Bolong? An agile, clever and very realistic free knight. Zhao Mai stayed quiet, turned his head and looked at the guys around him carefully. At this moment, an old man with a white beard and a chubby belly helped a woman down from the second floor and sat on a seat near the window. The woman's eyes were full of sorrow, and she looked at the gradually stopping rain curtain outside, quietly lost her mind.

The white-bearded old man was very alert, staring at Zhao Mai, and a silent warning came out of his gaze. Zhao Mai sighed lightly. Because he was familiar with the information in the original work, coupled with the calculation of time, he had already guessed the identities of the two men in his heart. The sad woman was Caitlin Stark, the wife of Ned Stark, Lord of the North, and the eldest daughter of the Lord of Running City. The marriage between her and Ned was a political marriage, but after the marriage the couple had a very harmonious relationship and they had three sons and two daughters. Now her two daughters followed their father to Junlin City. Her second son was pushed down from the tower and was seriously injured. I had been in a coma before, and finally woke up recently, but I can't remember who pushed him down. If these are just setbacks in life, then some assassin assassinated her son who was in a coma, but it was beyond her capacity. Like a frightened she-wolf, desperately protecting her cub, the current Caitlin Stark, who has accumulated full of anger and sadness, may explode like a volcano at any time.

This event has nothing to do with me. Zhao Mai thought for a while. His goal was to go north to cross the Great Wall, and go deep into the wasteland to find the three-eyed crow to learn art. The right and wrong between the nobles is very interesting from the onlooker's point of view, but the blending is completely different in it, and it often becomes bitter and boring torment.

It only takes a while~www.NovelMTL.com~ a major event that affects the situation of the entire country will take place in this hotel: the mistress of the Stark family, the lord of the north, arrested the guardian of the Lannister family in the west. The second son, caused the two families to change from a secret fight to an open fight. The long sword was unsheathed and the crossbow was wound. There was no room for turning around.

Zhao Mai was about to get up to look at his dog and escape the storm by the way. At this moment, a handsome young man suddenly sat down opposite him, playing the wooden harp in his hand. "Good-hearted people, the seven gods bless you." He raised his eyebrows at Zhao Mai, his eyes crackling and discharging randomly. An empty wine glass rolled out of his cuff without knowing how, and stood quietly on the table: "Can I sing a song for your enthusiasm and generosity?"

This is the previous troubadour, his words attracted the attention of many people, and if he walked out at this time, it would be very abrupt. Zhao Mai looked at it, and the dinner in front of him was almost unchanged, and he didn't drink any wine. Obviously he couldn't explain why he left at this time. Sir Roderick with the white beard had already noticed him, he was the kind of cautious and alert person, and Zhao Mai couldn't think of how he would react.

The **** that had just been lifted twisted an angle, and sat down firmly. "Bless you too, good singer. Would you like to have dinner with me?" Zhao Mai had no choice but to say. (To be continued.) (Sword and Magic and Taxi.. 5555190)--(Sword and Magic and Taxi)