Sword and Magic and Taxi

When entering the town, the soldiers guarding the wooden sentry tower kept their eyes on the man and the dog for no more than two seconds. The sheriff, who was responsible for randomly checking passing passengers and preventing wanted criminals or gangsters from sneaking into the town, was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Mai. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, young people and puppies with rumbling stomachs are not considered threats, right?

He had no time to carefully observe the stone floors of the town, and no energy to examine the strength and living standards of the residents here. Zhao Mai's eyes kept looking at various signboards. This is not the earth, education is not universal, illiteracy is common. So even if you don't know any words, you can still live normally here.

The patterns on the signboard explained a lot of things. One of the signs with a fireplace, roasted chicken and beer completely attracted Zhao Mai's attention. This is it. We have found a place to eat. Reserve Liang agreed with Zhao Mai's words, followed closely behind the owner with his tail wagging, and walked in with his head held high.

Two maids stood under the sign of the Hearth Tavern. When Zhao Mai strode forward, the older girl covered her face with her hands. Zhao Mai very politely asked them to get out of the way, as he didn't want to hurt them when entering the store. The young maid giggled. Although she understood the meaning of Zhao Mai's body movements, her clumsy look did not look like a truly educated person at all.

They stand at the door just to bump into guests coming in and out, and then negotiate a bed-related deal in an instant. The older maid's eyes were sharper. She saw Zhao Mai's black pupils and noticed the black hair peeking out from the edge of the leather hat. It's a rare physical trait, and rarity means risk. Covering one's face means showing disinterest and causing the guest to retreat.

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

The tavern is a gathering place for all kinds of things, including trouble. Those who want to hide their identity will sit in the shadows of the corner, those who want to gather information like to warm themselves by the crowded fireplace, and those who want to get drunk occupy the tables in the hall, and want to put their palms on The swingers on the maid's butt controlled both sides of the passage from the kitchen to the front hall, which is where their target must pass.

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

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

I don't blame others for looking down upon him with his equipment. It was originally an old armor. Because it was not tailor-made, it was a little small and tight on the body. Survival work in the jungle and near lakes adds a lot of wear and tear to the armor, including dirt, smoke and more wear and tear. Only the dagger and ax are slightly thin, and even adding a shield does not meet the basic configuration of the fighter.

Originally, the heavy sack behind Zhao Mai could attract everyone's attention, but his rookie attire helped a lot, and everyone lost interest in finding out.

The fat boss had the same idea. After confirming that the new guest was incapable of causing trouble, his only concern was whether he would receive the money for the meal.

His voice had a strange vibrato, and his thick lips were accompanied by Pule Pule. Zhao Mai's poor hearing was basically useless. But what kind of questions can be asked in a pub, other than Do you want to rent a room? What will you pay with? Do you need any special service?

In many cases, life is like a game, or games can often extract the most core and most likely situations in life. With the exception of gang fights, there was nothing in the tavern that couldn't be solved with money—and if that didn't work, with fists. Zhao Mai guessed that the tavern owner wanted money, so he opened the dwarf's wallet and showed it to him. The original gold coins inside had been taken out long ago and placed elsewhere. Only three coins were left in the purse for show. A meal doesn't cost much, and the simple food Zhao Mai requested only requires a few silver coins.

It's easier to do things if you have money. After a while, large pieces of carrot stewed chicken with potato sauce, two hard-boiled eggs, forearm-thick brown bread, and about half a stick of ale were served.

Among all the foods, only ale interests Zhao Mai the most. The beer-like drink is made from fermented roasted barley and is said to be sweet and textured. Ales from different regions can fully reflect the local flavor of the land and water. Before this meal, all this was just an introduction that Zhao Mai read in a book.

He drank cold water all the way, but unfortunately no matter how hard it was boiled, the lake water had a strange smell, which did not satisfy him completely. Ale has always existed as an alternative drink to water because it is easy to prepare, cheap, has a long shelf life and is nutritious.

After swallowing a big mouthful, Zhao Mai felt that what he had read before was a bit exaggerated. If the beer I drank in the past had more fresh oranges, then the ale was more like fruity oranges - there were a lot of chewy things in it. Call it sweet, it's much better than boiled lake water, but it's just enough to be palatable. As for the aroma of the wine, Zhao Mai didn't taste it very well.

It doesn't matter, just treat it as water, for cooking. Everything on the plate in front of me is up to standard in terms of color, flavor, and flavor. Zhao Mai clearly read a few words from the meal: Just eat enough.

Use hunger as the seasoning and you can eat any meal. Zhao Mai picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, then used ale to help him swallow, and finished one portion in a short time. The reserve grain got its share of eggs and chicken, and it actually enjoyed eating them.

The whole meal is bland, rich in aroma but not salty. Zhao Mai thought for a while and ordered another large portion of barbecue. He wanted to see the taste of local food and find a market for his salt.

As expected, even the roasted chicken is bland, or it only has the aroma brought by the fat, but there is no good salt to promote it. Zhao Mai would not sprinkle salt on food in public, and he temporarily lost his appetite. With the help of body language and a half-baked common language, he rented a room as a place to stay and hoped to hire a local passer as a temporary servant.

Rubbing the two gold coins in his hand, the fat boss thought about it and quickly listed the available candidates in his mind. Ferdinand Green, nicknamed Junkrat, might just fit the bill.