Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 153 Accommodation
It is a quiet and peaceful little village, situated on an open bay at the foot of a high mountain, close to the forest and the creek.

Brian rides a rattling cart across a muddy dirt road.

Although the village is not big, it has all kinds of internal organs: farms, mills, spacious grain drying fields, pointed granaries, simple watchtowers that are not too high, and a small blacksmith shop.

There are several dirt roads with ravines and ravines in the village. Both sides of the dirt roads are full of wild flowers and weeds and dense fences.

Inside the fence are small pointed roof sheds and sheds for cattle and sheep, and chickens, ducks and geese stretch their necks and croak randomly in the yard.

In the distance, the women on the threshing floor chased the birds for food, and the young sheep drivers sang a little song to drive the flock of sheep and headed home.

The young girls laughed and cooperated with each other beside the waterwheel, twisting the washed clothes into a twisted twist. Several children wore large remade sheep jackets, skillfully fetching and carrying water by the well... …

In Brian's view, all the work here is going on quietly and orderly, just like bees gathering honey.

If I have to pick out one fault, it is that some farmers along the way will occasionally stop and look at him after seeing him sitting on the cart, and some young people will have a little vigilance in their eyes .

Especially a militiaman on the watchtower, who locked his unfriendly eyes on him from beginning to end.

In the end, he couldn't help but walked down, holding a bow and arrow, stopped the farmer's carriage, pulled Arman to a corner and interrogated him for a long time before agreeing to let him go.

In this regard, Brian did not pay much attention to these unfriendly gazes, except that he hid the sheathed sword hanging from his waist in the cloak as much as possible.

After all, in the eyes of many people, adventurers, especially farmers who live far away from swords and killing, these people who live in the wilderness are not much different from robbers, hooligans, and bandits.

So it's normal for them to behave like this.

More than two years have passed since the war between the Westers and the Tashas in the Goblin Wasteland, and they finally hoped for a peaceful life.

These people living at the bottom naturally don't want to be disturbed by strange outsiders.

Farmer Yarman, with a straw in his mouth, drove the carriage around a corner, came to the center of the village, and walked up a wide cobblestone-paved sloping road.

The speed of the carriage going downhill head-on, threw the dirt on the wheels flying around.

A small lump of mud covered with cow dung just hit the faces of passers-by on the side of the road.

"Yarman, you bloody gambler, are you fucking infected with the plague?" The passer-by wiped off the mud on his face and cursed angrily, "If you run in such a hurry, forget it if you let the lice eat you alive! you die!"

Brian closed his eyes and listened to the "blessing" of pedestrians, and judged the trace of fear in his words.

The village is not big, and after a short walk, the carriage arrived at a courtyard surrounded by adobe walls, with two bayberry tree branches protruding from the top of the wall.

This is a rectangular two-story house with a corral next to it.

The moment the door was opened by Yarman, a chestnut-colored foal let out a long cry of joy, and couldn't wait to get out from the half-open door, ran to the carriage, and got together with the tall mare, Mumbling softly, sniffing each other.

As soon as Brian jumped off the carriage, the pony immediately looked up, and those big brown eyes quickly fixed on him, blinking in the dark night.

Then she happily ran up to him and rubbed her head against his chest affectionately.

Brian felt a smile on his face as he patted the foal's neck and smoothed its thick mane.

"It seems that it likes you very much." Arman spat out the straw in his mouth and muttered depressingly.

Brian naturally knew why.

Because his god-like power belongs to the natural attribute, and he also has the animal domain, which makes him have a very good affinity for small animals in the natural world.

After setting up the horses, Yarman led Brian into the rather spacious hall of the house.

There is a square dining table in the center of the hall, behind it is a fireplace made of stone and clay, the kitchen and a bedroom respectively.

Brian's eyes rested on the table above the fireplace.

He saw a pair of dice made from finger bones, each with the image of a skull drawn on the six-point side.

A string necklace of four dried elven fingers, and an unusual scale, may have come from an earth dragon.

The most conspicuous decoration is a string of skeletons of goblin heads. Roughly, there are at least 20 of them.

"Sit casually, honored guest, what do you want to drink? I'm very sorry, my daughter hasn't come back yet, and I want to enjoy a delicious dinner, so we can only sit here, drink and wait."

Yarman walked to the table, on which stood a brass candlestick that had begun to turn green, and the candlestick was covered with caked hard wax.

After the butter candle was lit, the flickering orange flame added a little light to the dark room.

"Actually, this courtyard was two years ago. It didn't belong to me. My original home was near Viscount Jiawen's castle."

The farmer limped towards the kitchen, and there was the sound of dishes being knocked, "But there was a massacre there, and there are still ghosts wandering out from time to time, so scared that people dare not approach at night.

Two days ago, a boy herding sheep found a wandering little skeleton, which frightened him so much that he didn't even want the sheep, so he ran away. Fortunately, the little skeleton was trampled by the panicked sheep. A pile of broken bones.

Strange to say, the black army of the Tasha people passed by on the goblin wasteland, where there was no grass growing, but the two bayberry trees in the yard were not ruined. I guess they must have been killed by the trees. Yangmei is so hungry.

So these two fruit trees were simply pruned by me. This summer, the red fruits hung all over the branches, like beautiful agates. Teeth, I can't even poop, all I brewed into bayberry wine. "

Yarman came out of the kitchen with a bottle of bayberry wine with a sealed lid and two earthenware cups. After putting the wine and cups on the dining table, he turned and entered the kitchen again.

Brian sat on the chair, but didn't know how to answer the conversation. He simply kept silent and listened quietly to the farmer talking to himself.

"Strange, it's already this point, why hasn't she come back yet?"

Yarman walked towards the kitchen, muttering, "She has a wild temper, and she always wants to be an adventurer like her brother, which is really a headache. It's a pity that her brother disappeared ten years ago , It is said that he went to Longshou Port, but there is no news so far."

Brian could only hear complaints from his words, but he didn't feel worried at all, as if he had already looked down on life and death.

"It's fine to be missing, but it's much worse than hearing bad news."

The farmer came out of the kitchen again with a tray of food, dried salt fish, oatmeal crackers, stale beets, and large red onions.

"If he hadn't disappeared, he would have died on the battlefield two years ago, and maybe he would have become cannon fodder for Blackstone Fortress. It would be even worse. Those poor children were forced into the Gnoll Pass. There are no bones left, must have been ruined by gnolls, goblins and kobolds."

Hearing the cannon fodder, Brian recalled the 500 soldiers who had lured the main force of the Tashas to the Steward of Blackrock Fort, which he mentioned lightly.

However, he did not speak out and remained silent throughout.

Arman pulled out the cork and filled both clay cups with wine.

A fresh, sweet fruity fragrance filled the air immediately.

Brian took a sip, the taste was mellow and refreshing, which suits his appetite very much, so he took another big sip and said with a smile: "It tastes very good, thank you for your hospitality."

"You're welcome." Alman took out a dried salted fish from the dinner plate and ate it.

"I can't even imagine it. Five years ago, when my child saw you dismantling that bald head, she was so frightened that she cried, vomited, hysterical, and finally passed out. But it was this incident that completely changed her. character, otherwise we would not have survived the disaster two years ago... At that time, she personally slaughtered two black rose knights."

From the first time Brian met the farmer, he knew that he was very talkative.

While drinking, Yarman told himself about the cruelty of the black army two years ago, and from time to time showed a look of mourning, saying how many neighbors who used to live in a village survived, even the one he had had an affair with The widow spoke out.

As long as he listened to those details, he seemed to be able to understand what was going on in the real situation.

Regarding such a topic, apart from sipping his wine from time to time and peeling the onion in his hand boredly, it was difficult for Brian to answer a sentence.

Of course, he didn't want to take up such a topic.

Regarding the cruelty of war, although he has not personally experienced it, he has also learned about it from textbooks.

In fact, he originally planned to find an excuse to leave directly to rest, but he saw this elderly man kept telling him about the past after drinking some wine, which made him feel compassionate, so he decided to Listen to him patiently, and occasionally nod in agreement.

After a while, as the night darkened, the sound of footsteps and the happy long cry of the pony came from outside the house.

A dusty figure pushed the door open and entered.

Brian turned around slowly, and a pair of indifferent sea blue eyes came into view.

She was nearly as tall as he was, with blond hair cropped raggedly and falling to her shoulders.

She pressed one hand on the door, wearing a tight leather jacket with a belt around her waist, a sword on the left side of her body, and a dagger on the right.

Brian also smelled a faint smell of blood on the girl.

(End of this chapter)