ride on the back of a dragon

Carat took a sip of ginger beer, it was spicy, astringent and bitter, but almost everyone around had a glass of it, and even Hill was very used to the taste, so he insisted on holding on to the glass and frowned from time to time to take a sip.

Smoked squab is the signature here, smelling from a distance, the mild taste similar to chicken has the mellowness of hazelnut and the aroma of fir wood.Clara rubbed the handle of her cup and looked anxiously at the large wood-filled oven, with a row of squabs ready to be released on a net above the flames.He stared intently at the fat oozing from the flesh, dripping from the mesh and onto the charcoal, making a piercing sound of steaming, which stimulated the secretion of saliva, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Finally, the waitress turned around with the two plates in her hand. Carat was thinking about our, our, and ours in her heart. The girl also stared at him and smiled, and she put the plates in front of him without turning around.The aroma of smoked wood was tangy, and Clark restrained his excitement and anticipation, wanting to eat after she left.But Hill stopped the waitress, and Carat's attention was on her churning stomach. Although she looked at Hill with a smile in her eyes, she didn't care what he said to the waitress.

After the person finally left, Carat picked up the knife and fork and lowered his head: "Hiss!" He gasped and leaned back on the chair with goosebumps all over his body, almost knocking off the table.The boss placed the plate carefully, and the roasted pigeon was still squatting on the plate with a complete body, with a face facing Carat, lifelike.His scalp was numb, his eyes were half-closed and trembling, he turned the plate half a circle to avoid the stares of death from the ingredients. Hill held back a smile and thoughtfully cut off the head of the pigeon for him and threw it aside. The pigeon was disassembled and turned into a plate of ordinary meat.

Kela was still in shock, picked up the beer glass and took a big sip, and immediately frowned hotly.Hill took the beer glass from his hand and put it in front of him. The waiter just happened to bring a new glass to Hill: "Sir, you want cherry wine." The glass was translucent red, floating on the The upper layer of honey is slowly sinking.Hill motioned her to put it on the opposite side: "Give it to him."

Carat took a sip from the glass, the honey neutralized the taste of the wine, and the fruity aroma of cherries entered her throat, sweet and sour.

The shape of the pigeons on the plate could no longer be seen, and it was only then that Carat realized that the stomachs of each pigeon were filled with golden chestnut kernels and black mushrooms.Crassey took a big bite, chestnuts and porcini wrapped in melted meat fat, a flavor he hadn't tried before, and it matched the coniferous forest in the mountains, which was very different from the punchy spices in the desert.

"Mmm! It's delicious! Chestnuts are so sweet!" Almost all the delicacies transported to the desert are dry goods, which are easy to store for a long time, and cannot be compared with freshly picked ones.He looked up and found that Hill's plate was half stared in the blink of an eye, and hurriedly gave him more than half of his pigeon meat: "You're starving!"

Hill saw that he accepted it unceremoniously, and evenly distributed the chestnuts on the plate to him.

Carat watched Hill eat meat with a satisfied face, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm so hungry that I want to take a shower first."

After they had eaten and drank enough, the people in the tavern left in disorder.The waitress who had been busy all night sat at the door to rest.Carat walked over and handed him a silver coin: "Thank you for the hospitality, it's very delicious."

The girl took the coin and stuffed it into the inner pocket of the apron: "Of course. But, you guys are so familiar, our shop is so hidden, usually only regular customers come here, where did you hear about us?"

"It smells so fragrant." Carat praised: "The aroma is very special and can be smelled from a long distance."

The waitress laughed: "Your sense of humor is as lovely as your pretty eyes!"

Carat couldn't suppress the surprise in her heart: "Thank you, you are also very...huh?"

He originally wanted to praise this friendly girl, but Hill suddenly pushed him on the back and urged, "Don't you want to go to the market?"

Carat was pushed out of the shop by him, so she turned her head and smiled apologetically to the girl: "See you next time!" Carat had no idea about Hill's sudden emotion, so she just obeyed him, and the two walked together in the crowded stalls of the market. Turn around.Carat noticed that there were only 9 of the original 8 gemstones left in the bracelet on Hill's hand, and he remembered that Hill had exchanged one of them for a gleaming gold ore in the desert mine.

While in a trance, Carat was hit by a child who jumped out of nowhere and nearly fell, but he instinctively held him up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" The child's voice was as low as a mosquito, and he broke free from him in a hurry, kneeling on the ground trembling.

Carat quickly squatted down and helped him up: "I'm fine, how about you? Did you get hurt?" He helped him up only to find that the child's height was only up to his waist, but the sharp-edged face looked a bit look of age.The people around who were attracted by the commotion saw clearly that the people on the ground dispersed one after another, showing disdain.

Carat comforted him softly: "Be careful in the future, there are so many people here, don't be so rash again."

The boy froze for a while, then frowned, pulled his arms back and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir." Then he disappeared into the crowd in a hurry.

Hill bought a wood-carved acorn from a nearby stall: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I was hit by a child." Carat recalled the little boy's weird reaction: "It's a bit like an angry little animal."

Hill was taken aback: "Where are people?"

"Run away. Probably not injured." Carat looked at the gadget in Hill's hand: "What is this?"

"Carved acorns. It can be hung on your sheepskin bag." Hill handed it to him, and Carla took it and looked at it under the light. The surface of the acorn was coated with a smooth layer of wax, and the lines on the rubber cap were very fine and neat. Refined and lightly woody.

"Thank you! I like it very much!" He carefully put the acorn into his pocket, and suddenly felt something was wrong.The button of the pocket should have been fastened, but now it was open, the pocket was empty, and his metal pendant was missing.

Seeing him frozen in place, Hill looked at him suspiciously.

"My pendant seems to be missing...button, how could..." Carat was a little at a loss, the thing was not worth much, but it was made by his father and engraved with his mother's name, how could he lose it ?

"It's okay." Hill pulled him to the side of the road: "The kid who bumped into you just now, do you still remember what he looked like?"

Carat nodded slowly, and compared her waist: "It's about this tall, a boy with short hair, and runs very fast..." Seeing Hill's slightly stern expression, his heart sank: "You mean... "

"He should have done it." Hill asked, "Did he leave in a hurry?"

"Yes, but I don't think we should suspect anyone...if it's not him?" Carat hesitated.

"You'd better pray that he did it. Otherwise, we might not be able to get your bracelet back." Hill sighed, "Which direction did he go?"

Carat shook his head blankly: "There are too many people, I didn't see clearly." He suddenly remembered the subtle reactions of the people around him at that time, so he walked to the pickle stand next to him. The stall owner just witnessed the whole process: "At night Good lady, may I ask you, have you noticed the kid who bumped into me just now? Do you know him?"

Apparently business was not going well tonight. The stall owner shook his head expressionlessly, and Carat said in embarrassment, "Sorry to bother you." He knew that not everyone was obliged to speak out, maybe that child was an acquaintance of hers, or she I really didn't see anything just now, and I misunderstood: "Let's go, Hill. We, let's go back and look for it. Maybe..."

"Did she see it? Wait a minute." Hill dragged him to the side, picked a time when no one was around, threw a silver coin to the stall owner, and ordered a few jars of pickles.The stall owner immediately put on a smiling face, and handed the small jars to Hill with hemp rope. He shook his lips calmly, "His name is Handy. He lives on Birch Street." After speaking, he sat back on the wooden barrel Going up, rubbing the silver coin in his hand and waiting for the next guest, without leaving them a look.

Carat asked all the way and touched the remote Baihua Street.Originally thought that this street should be as beautiful as its name, but apart from the low and dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the crowded street, there is only a half-dead white birch tree at the end.Different from the clean and warm market in the center of the town, the sewage flows across the stone slabs, filled with the unpleasant smell of smoke and rotting garbage, the whole street is dark, and a few vulgar words float from the window flickering with candles from time to time , Carat couldn't help frowning, he had been to a small town outside Chuyue City, where there were also so-called poor gathering places, but it was much more decent than this street.

"Sill, how do we find him?" Carat lowered her voice.

"Wait." They stood in the shadow of the street corner, this is the only entrance to the street, and the other side is a dead end, Hill said: "He can't just steal one thing and come back."

Sure enough, as midnight approached, the hustle and bustle of voices gradually dissipated. Hill looked at the way, and the lights in the distance gradually went out. His yellow-green eyes faded from the color of flames. Carat saw his lips move and said silently: "coming."

They watched the small figure throw itself into the dark alleyway, stepping barefoot on the dirty, cold ground.Carat noticed that despite his short stature, his hands and feet were large and uncoordinated.Handy walked to the end of the street and opened a rickety wooden door with a creak.

Carat caught up and blocked the rotten wooden board that could be called a door: "Wait a minute! Your name is Handy, right?"

Handy obviously didn't expect the owner to come here so quickly, and he grabbed the doorknob that was about to fall off and stared at Carat in horror: "What are you going to do!"

The empty room behind him was unobstructed. It was not much bigger than the nest that Carla had built for Fleur, and the ceiling was so low that Carla had to bend over to get in.With the moonlight, he could barely see that there was only a table and a ball of quilt thrown in the corner of the room.

"Handy, I just want to ask, did you take my pendant, with my name engraved on it." Kela let go of the door panel, making a circle with his index finger and thumb: "It's only this big."

The other party was fully alert, and his eyebrows were knit together: "I don't know, I didn't see it." After speaking, he pushed Carat out of the door.Although this rotten door panel didn't play any real role, it at least allowed people outside to understand the master's refusal to communicate.

Carat stood in front of the door and knocked again. The candles in the room were lit, but no one responded. He continued to knock patiently.The conditions of the houses on both sides are similar to this one, they are very close together, like two rooms next door.The endless knocking on the door finally alarmed Handy's neighbors, and the abuse came, forcing the owner to open the door to greet the guests: "Tell me what you want to do."

"That thing is worthless, but it is very important to me. I'm sorry to doubt you, but now you are my only clue. If you really didn't do it, then I apologize." Carat bowed politely, and suddenly saw him There were several criss-cross wounds on the instep, and the edge of the wound was still oozing blood: "Are you injured?"

Honeymoon:

It's really hard to live a two-person world, why are there always people making trouble...