Sword and Magic and Taxi

When 　　 entered the town, the soldiers guarding the wooden guard tower kept their eyes on the person and dog for no more than two seconds. The sheriff, who is responsible for spot-checking passing passengers and preventing wanted criminals or gangsters from entering the town, doesn't even bother to pay attention to Zhao Mai. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, young people and puppies with groaning stomachs are not considered threats?

　　 There is no time to observe the stony ground of the town closely, nor the energy to examine the strength and living standards of the residents here. Zhao Mai's eyes have been constantly looking at various signs. This is not the earth, education is not universal, and illiteracy is widespread. So even if you don’t know any words, you can live normally here.

The patterns on the 　　 signboard explained a lot of things. One sign with a fireplace, roast chicken and beer completely attracted Zhao Mai's attention. "This is the house, but I'm looking for a place to eat." Reserve grain agreed with Zhao Mai's words, wagging his tail and followed the owner closely, and walked in with his head held high.

　　 Two maids stand under the sign of the "Fireplace" tavern. When Zhao Mai strode in, the older girl covered her face with her hand. Zhao Mai was very polite and asked them to leave a little bit. He didn't want to hurt them when he entered the store. The young maid giggled. Although she understood the meaning of Zhao Mai's body movements, she didn't look like a real educated person at all.

　　 They stood at the door just to let the guests in and out "run into", and then they agreed on a deal related to the bed in an instant. The elder maid's eyes were sharper. She saw Zhao Mai's black pupils and noticed the black hair protruding from the edge of the leather hat. This is a very rare physical feature, and rare means risk. Covering the face means to show that you are not interested and let the guests retreat.

　　 All this expression was in vain, and Zhao Mai didn't understand it at all. Even if he guessed the occupations of the two women, he knew nothing about these routines-after all, he was just a new driver. In the pub, at the end of the noisy hall, a fat man with a big waist was wiping the counter. Holding a huge rag in the thick palm of his hand, it quickly slides across the table. Although he kept busy, his small eyes, squeezed into slits, were staring at everything here.

　　Tavern is a gathering place for all kinds of things, including trouble. Those who want to hide their identities will sit in the shadows in the corner, those who want to snoop on information like to have a fire by the crowded fireplace, and those who want to get drunk occupy the tables in the hall and want to put their palms The **** on the maid's buttocks controlled both sides of the passage from the back kitchen to the front hall. This is where their "target" must pass.

　　 Zhao Mai picked up the grain reserves, walked straight through the hall, and sat in the most conspicuous place, closest to the fat boss. He wanted to order something, but suddenly realized that he didn't know the name of the local dish. After rolling his eyes, he decided to order the least error-free food: "Meat, bread, eggs and ale!"

　　 "Which stupid kid is this?" Some of the eyes that were originally focused on him gradually disappeared. They did not find what they wanted from Zhao Mai, whether it was an opportunity to make money or other things.

　　 It's no wonder that others look down on his equipment. It was originally an old armor, but because it was not tailor-made, it was a little small and worn tightly on the body. Survival work in dense forests and lakes adds a lot of decoration to the armor, including dirt, smoke and more wear. Only the dagger and the axe are slightly thin, and even the addition of a shield does not satisfy the fighter's basic configuration.

　　 The heavy sacks behind Zhao Mai could attract everyone's attention, but his rookie costume helped a lot, and everyone lost interest in finding out.

　　 The fat boss has the same idea. After determining that the new guest was unable to cause trouble, the only thing he worried about was whether he could receive the meal.

　　 His voice has a strange trill, and his thick lips are accompanied by "Puleple". Zhao Mai's poor hearing is basically useless. But what kind of questions can there be in the pub, nothing more than "Do you want to rent a room?" "What do you use to pay?" "Do you need special services?"

　　 In many cases, life is like a game, or games can often extract the core and most likely situations in life. Apart from gang fights, there is nothing in the tavern that cannot be solved with money-if not, add fists. Zhao Mai estimated that the tavernkeeper was asking for money, so he opened the dwarf's purse and showed him. The original gold coins inside were taken out long ago and placed elsewhere, but only three pretends were left in the purse. A meal doesn't cost much, and the simple food Zhao Mai requested only requires a few silver coins.

　　 It's easy to do things if you have money. After a while, a large piece of carrot stewed chicken with potato juice, two boiled eggs, brown bread with the thickness of a forearm, and half a stick of ale were served.

　　 Among all the food, only ale is the most interesting to Zhao Mai. This beer-like beverage is made from roasted barley and fermented. It is said to have a sweet taste and texture. The ale of different regions can fully reflect the local soil and water flavor. Before this meal, all this was just the introduction that Zhao Mai had read from the book.

　　 He was drinking cold water all the way, but no matter how it was boiled, the lake water had a strange smell, which could not make him completely satisfied. Because of its convenient preparation, low price, long shelf life and rich nutrition~www.NovelMTL.com~, ale has always existed as an alternative to water.

　　 swallowed a full mouthful, Zhao Mai felt that what he had read before was a bit exaggerated. If the beer I drank in the past was a lot of fresh oranges, then the ale is orange fruit-there are a lot of chewy things in it. To say it is sweet, it is much better than boiled lake water, but it is only to the extent that it can be eaten. As for the aroma of the wine, Zhao Mai didn't taste it much.

　　 It doesn't matter, just treat it as water for serving food. In terms of color, fragrance, and taste, each of the things on the plate in front of you are qualified. Zhao Mai can clearly see a few words from the meal: "Just eat enough."

　　 uses hunger as a condiment, so you can eat any meal. Zhao Mai picked up the spoon and stuffed it in his mouth, and then used ale to help swallowing, finishing a portion in a short time. The eggs and chicken in the reserve grains were divided into it, but it was a pleasure to eat.

　　 The whole meal is dull, strong aroma but not salty. Zhao Mai thought about it, and ordered another large portion of barbecue. He wanted to see the local food tastes and find a market for his salt.

　　 As expected, even the roast chicken is dull, or only the aroma brought by the fat, but there is no good salt to stimulate the hair. Zhao Mai would not sprinkle salt on food in the public, and he temporarily lost his appetite. With the help of body language, he rented a room as a foothold through a half-baked lingua franca and hoped to hire a "local master" as a temporary servant.

　　 Rubbing the two gold coins in his hands, the fat boss pondered for a moment, and quickly listed available candidates in his mind. Ferdinand Green, nicknamed "Junr Rat", may be just right~www.NovelMTL.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.