I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"He won't go to you... You know him, he can only kill demons." Farari paused: "And I really can't contact the Grand Leader now, the last time I heard about him was at ...Seven years ago, in a small country in the far south."

Section 182. Familiar collateral

"Win! Great harvest!"

The performance of the guests in the tavern was even more exciting than that of Tavern who won the duel.

They quickly divided up the four baked potatoes that Ida pressed down, and immediately, a burst of chewing in unison sounded in the hall.

Then they began to discuss the battle just now excitedly, and some people pointed to Ada and described the scene where she just came off abruptly to save people.

This is the first time they have seen the proprietress make a formal move.

Resolute, swift, and pleasing to the eye, they conform to all their fantasies except for their clothes.

Of course, there were also some vulgar guests clasping their hands upside down in front of their chests, gesticulating back and forth exaggeratedly, and shouting loudly: "It's moving, I can see it very clearly, it's definitely moving!"

"It's the real thing, it's not a fake mountain stuffed with rags and cotton, it's completely different from that harelip widow in the street."

Ada has long been used to this kind of discussion in the tavern, and already has an agreed-upon solution.

When the person who discusses whether his chest is moving or not is checking out, he will know what heartbeat and heartache are.

She didn't even look at the smashed chairs and overturned table, and walked straight back behind the counter.

Tavin Lance was also a little bit disappointed, with a bit of confusion after winning the battle and showing anger, he sat down on the bar chair.

At this time, the discussion among the guests had shifted from the proprietress' dynamic body to the widow on the street.

"I was wondering, she is a widow who can only wash clothes for others, how can she get enough money to support herself and her daughter?" Someone patted the table with dissatisfaction on his face: "I saw her carry it home yesterday. A bag of food!"

"Haven't you asked her to do laundry?"

"Damn, the price is so expensive, did she wash it with holy water, am I sick, I will go to her." The man was still dissatisfied.

His words elicited laughter, including Ada.

The hearty proprietress raised her voice and said, "If you have washed with her once, you will know the reason. Let me tell you, she is much cheaper than the girls from Pink Memories."

Then, there was another burst of laughter.

In the laughter, the man seemed to understand something.

After reviving the atmosphere in the tavern, Ada looked at Tavin Lunce: "Tell me, what's the matter with you two, it seems that there is revenge for taking your wife?"

The mercenary leader of West Watch sighed, as if he didn't want to mention this matter.

But in the end, the desire to find someone to confide in prevailed. He considered his words and said slowly: "He and I used to be the Shining Knight of the Sun Temple. To be honest, that job was very boring."

Tavin Lance changed into a more comfortable position, and continued to narrate: "Afterwards, for some reason, he ran to join an organization called the Demon Hunt Knights... Then, along with Gerald, the head of the group at the time, he accidentally killed lost my wife."

"This sword," he patted the long sword that had just been redeemed at his waist, "it's that bastard Gerald's saber, which pierced her heart just like that - when I went home, I saw it That's it."

His account is brief and vague, with many important passages selectively omitted.

But enough people know what's going on in general.

However, according to many people's descriptions, Tavin Lance should be very affectionate with his late wife, but now, Ada can't see any grief in his eyes.

It's not surprising that people who like the new and dislike the old can't escape this strange law even if they are infatuated.

Ada decided not to pursue the question any longer, and instead asked, "Since that Ferrari was one of the murderers of your wife, why did you let him go?"

"what?"

Tavin Lance was obviously stunned for a moment, stumbled and said: "But, didn't you say that you don't want to see blood in the tavern?"

"Yeah, so I asked you to go out and kill?" Ada was a little stunned: "Isn't it obvious what I meant by pointing at the gate?"

Tavin Lunce: "...What the hell?"

After he patted the table, he stood up and wanted to chase him out.

But after taking two steps, he turned his head and sat back.

"Forget it," he shook his head slowly, looking rather unwilling: "I have already said that I will spare his life, and if I go back on my word, I will break my promise."

Ada, who was about to jump out of the counter, also sat down slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you are back, I thought you were going to escape the order?"

"What order are you escaping?" Tavin Lunce was a little confused: "I didn't buy anything?"

Ada looked at the smashed chair and felt a little regretful: "This chair is made of the old willow tree in my hometown yard. Although it is not a precious wood, it has been with me for more than 20 years. It is the only one I have left. Items, items that can recall my hometown..."

Her expression was lonely, her thumb, index finger and middle finger couldn't help but move.

Tavin Luns wanted to say: How old are you, and you dare to boast for more than 20 years. When you were born, the placenta was this chair, right?

But he dared not.

He was afraid that he would be beaten into a placenta.

Swallowing his breath, he silently recited the old saying 'It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years' several times, he patted his pockets, looking a bit bachelor: "All the valuable things on my body are exchanged for this sword... er... the sword ..."

"Yeah!" Ada nodded, very pleased.

I will find the answer by myself, a child can teach.

She was thinking of defrauding him one last time, but she didn't expect much money from him at all.

"However, my wife asked me to take this sword back..." Tavin Lance hesitated for a while, and suddenly realized that it might be a better choice to keep the sword in the head of the Chimera in this way.

Not only has he explained to his wife, but he can also keep the sword in the safest place he can find.

"Okay, but I have a request." Tavin Lance blocked the sight of the tavern guests with his strong body, untied his saber and handed it over, and at the same time warned: "This sword is very important to me, so don't give it away. It's hanging in the lobby and I hope it's in a safe place."

"What, you can agree to this?"

Ada was just making that casual joke to see if she could scrape some more money.

But unexpectedly, the mercenary leader actually handed over the sword that meant a lot to him.

Too simple, right?It feels so boring to make money from him, and even has a sense of guilt for bullying a fool.

But if you have money and don't make a bastard, Ada still takes the sword and puts it on the counter.

"Don't worry, I will keep it with my collection, nothing will go wrong."

She asked casually: "So, why did you come to Baigang this time, and came here to redeem the sword?"

"It's not...to be a mercenary entrustment. Riverrun City said that some sect appeared in their territory. Let me investigate,"

Tavin Lance straightened his clothes, and then inquired: "By the way, have you heard any news from here?"

"Religion? No." Ada shook her head.

"Okay, maybe it hasn't spread here yet, so I'll go first." The mercenary leader left another sentence before leaving:

"Your place may be the only open tavern in the slums, and a new sect usually wins the faith of the poor first... So, if you hear any news, you can contact me through the mercenary union, please. "

Chapter 183. Cooking

Ada is really happy today.

When closing the door in the middle of the night, I was still muttering: "Although this store is open, it doesn't make much money, but if it is not kept clean, a blind fat sheep will come in. Just scratch it and there will be two catties of oil. It's so comfortable!"

"I think it's not good for you to be familiar with it like this."

Deep Shadow's voice came from behind the counter, but the movements were not convincing.

Because this elf, who had traveled around the world poorly for many years, was repeatedly counting the money his friend stole from Tavin Luns, with a smile on his lips.

After accepting Princess Messiah for a few days, she finally felt an unprecedented crisis.

Ada closed the last window, plugged in the bolts and the wooden boards used to block the wind, and after thinking for a while, asked, "Are you familiar with that Tavern?"

"Not familiar? He still wants to catch me, have you forgotten?"

"That's a coincidence, I'm not familiar with it, so what is it called killing familiarity?"

After hearing his friend's explanation, Shen Ying immediately felt relieved.

The hand that counted the money was also a little lighter.

Yes, I am not familiar with it, so how do you call it killing familiarity?But why do I always feel that something is wrong...

Shen Ying frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly slapped the table: "No! Then you call this robbery! It's even worse than killing acquaintances!"

"Ahaha, isn't this also to popularize anti-fraud knowledge for everyone?"

Ada ran up to the second floor, and said a word of conscience to comfort the pure heart of a certain elf: "Don't worry, after a hundred years, I will return him back thousands of times!"

By burning paper.

On the second floor, in Triss's bedroom, two little ones were lying on the bed, shoulder to shoulder and head to head, whispering.

Specifically, Triss is talking about the lives of civilians, while Messiah quickly understands, absorbs, and gives the big sister's professional advice from time to time.

"That boy at the table behind me always pulls my hair, it's so annoying!"

Triss spoke a little irritably, and tied a rope with a wooden stick at the same time, teasing Xiaobai back and forth to have fun on the ground.

"Hit him, what are you afraid of? Turn his desk over." Messiah waved his fists aside, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"This is not good, my classmate..."

"Blindly giving in will only make him more and more arrogant. The Free City of Lorraine 37 years ago is a typical example. At that time, the mayor's continuous compromise made him lose the city wall and most of the army, and finally the city was destroyed in a turmoil. Neighbors take over."

"But, his father is a sanitation councilor, isn't he a big official?"

"It's just a tool to appease the people's free mood. There is no real power, and your mother is still a professor at the college. What are you afraid of!"

Messiah glared at the little sister, thought for a while, and tapped the pillow with his fingers:

"You just listen to me, next time he pulls your hair in class, you immediately stand up and overturn his desk, then throw books at him, and at the same time accuse the teacher that he has done nothing. something happened.

In order to restore order and continue the class, and considering your mother's identity, the teacher will definitely criticize that classmate after simply checking the situation.In this way, we will determine the nature of this matter. Even if his father comes to find him, he will not be able to turn the tide.It also lays the groundwork for you to hit him harder the next time he does it again.Well, the above battle example is adapted from the book "Five Kings' Diplomatic Warfare", page 177. "

Ada's blood boiled while eavesdropping outside the door.

Good guy, it seems that this princess is extremely tough in terms of governance and diplomacy.

Moreover, she is still using the strategy of governing the country to advise her daughter on trivial matters, isn't she a bit overkill?

"What are you doing squatting here, hurry up and wash your face!"

There was a scolding sound from behind, Shen Ying put his hands on his hips, and looked at his friend with an unkind expression.

Ada scratched her head: "I have to wash my face every day, it's so annoying, anyway, I have to wash it tomorrow morning, can't I combine these two times into one, and I won't go out to meet people at night."

"Stop talking nonsense, don't go to bed without washing!" Shen Ying narrowed her eyes.

This is a very dangerous signal, and it usually means that the elves are serious at this time.

In other words, if Ada didn't do it, either she wouldn't go to bed tonight, or she wouldn't get out of bed tomorrow morning.

However, Ada felt that she was really powerless recently, so she made the same choice as those middle-aged and elderly men, sighed deeply, and walked slowly to the toilet.

But after walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction through the wall.

The figure in the akimbo position in the corridor also made the same movement.

"Did you notice it?" Ada clenched and loosened her fingers, quite excited.

"Yes, about ten kilometers to the northeast." Deep Shadow nodded, giving an accurate location.

Just now, the two coincidentally felt the release of at least an eight-ring or even a nine-ring evocation magic in this direction.

Evocation magic, also known as destruction magic or elemental magic.

During the Battle of Guanglang Mountain, in order to destroy the grain hoarded by the enemy at the Lanshan outpost, the two used a scroll of meteor fire rain, which is the eight-ring spell.

The power of that magic was clearly visible to the warriors far away on Guanglang Mountain.

If it is daytime, this movement may be displayed by the royal family or some institutions.

But it was already midnight, who would release such a high-level spell in the city at this time?

"I gonna go see!"

Ada's gossip soul awakened, and after leaving a message, people jumped out of the window to join in the fun.

"Come back early, I'll wait for you!" Shen Ying chased after him, waving at the window door.

Then he muttered to himself: "Really, I can't sleep without you..."