With a clang, the heavy door of the Dragon's Tooth Tavern was pushed open and slammed against the wall, and the noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
The drunkards, the adventurers and mercenaries who were feasting on the famous barbecue meat of the Dragon's Tooth Tavern and drinking and laughing loudly subconsciously turned their heads to look at the door, and found a handsome and calm black-haired young man slowly walking in in the blazing midday sun, he was dressed in a neat and proper light blue shirt, and a gorgeous and beautiful long sword hung from his belt, which was more ornamental than practical.
Shrill whistles rang out one after another, and the drunken drunkards hiccuped, "What did we see a handsome aristocratic young master?"
Did his cute toy kill a wild dog?"
"Another boy who was poisoned by knightly novels and dared to come out and take risks with a ceremonial sword."
Adventurers and mercenaries, though not as unscrupulous as drunkards, were still cautious about the aristocratic boy.
As the middle and lower classes of society, in addition to awe and yearning for the aristocracy, they also have indescribable jealousy, especially when they see that the waste-like guys can enjoy a high life just by relying on the glory of their ancestors.
Lucien walked past them unhurriedly and towards the bar.
After more than three months of wonderful travel, Lucien arrived yesterday evening in the border town of Djibouti, a principality in the south-central part of the continent.
A sturdy bald adventurer looked at Lucian's arms, which were not slender but not thick, and raised his bare arms, bending his elbows and shaking his strong muscles: "I bet that with his poor thin arms, he probably doesn't even have the strength of a knight's squire."
Tsk, the fantasy imps often don't inspire the power of the bloodline in the adventure, as in knight novels, but instead fall prey to robbers, wolves, or goblins. ” "Hmph, is the power of a knight so easy to obtain, I have experienced more than ten years of adventure, and it is only the strength of a high-level knight squire."
A stocky man who seemed to have dwarf blood said arrogantly and proudly, "Of course, if he accepts my guidance, there may be hope that the bloodline power will be aroused."
You know, Lord Newell of Hérault City became a knight under my training. ” The lifelong desire of most adventurers here is to inspire the bloodline to become knights, so although he has heard Chris show off many times, he still can't help but cast envious, yearning, respectful, and eager eyes, which makes him more and more happy.
Lucien turned a deaf ear to the chatter and sat down on the high stool in front of the tavernkeeper, an old burly old man.
"Distinguished guest, what kind of wine do you need or barbecue?"
asked the tavern keeper, who had gray hair and vicissitudes in his eyes, politely, and was not uncomfortable with Lucian's clothes and temperament that were out of place here.
Lucien nodded lightly: "A glass of white water, a roast meat, a salad."
Also, I'd like to inquire about something. ” The south-central part of the continent is surrounded by mountains, deep valleys, and inaccessible forests everywhere, but unlike other places with abundant resources, only timber and ordinary beasts, it is the most barren and backward place in the entire continent, and often not a single village can find a person who knows the written word.
In addition, it is located in a safe area and has not broken out in war for many years, so several countries here, even if they stimulate the bloodline, can only obtain the title of knight, and cannot directly obtain the title of knight, and cannot directly obtain the status of territory and nobility, and must save enough gold and buy enough land before they can be canonized.
Djibouti is the same as other countries in the south-central part of the continent, the nobility can still rely on lumberyards, land and fresh game to maintain a decent life, and the civilian class is far inferior to Aalto, so in addition to big cities, even in border towns like Dragon's Teeth, the adventurer's guild is directly opened in the tavern, and according to Lucien's inquiry, the tavern owner in front of him is also the head of the local adventurer's guild.
If you want to get information, you should find him.
"Wow, Bai Shui, what a pure and good boy."
"I suspect that he hasn't started to grow hair yet, and such a child dares to come out and take risks to stimulate the power of the bloodline" The drunkards burst into laughter, but Lucien remained unmoved, calmly looking at the tavernkeeper.
"No problem, dear guest, I will charge you according to the value of what you want to inquire about."
The tavern owner instructed the waiter to prepare the roast and salad, while he poured himself a glass of water and handed it to Lucian.
Lucien moistened his lips with white water: "I would like to inquire about the current location of the Taylor Hunts, who was originally an official in the small town of Bonn in the Duchy of Vaorit, and was invited by Baron Eric of the Count of Djibouti to serve as the affairs officer of his realm nine years ago. ” Mr. and Mrs.
Taylor Hunt are the parents of the little girl Wraith that Lucien met in the town of Bonn, the necromantic world, they were too sad after their daughter's disappearance, and chose to accept the invitation of the foreign lord and stay away from home, since Lucien promised to bring the little girl's ashes home, he simply re-planned the journey to the Pearl of the Sea, anyway, they all enjoyed the trip the same, and along the way, Lucien also enjoyed the flavors of different countries and the unique music of different places.
The tavern owner shook his head without hesitation: "This kind of trivial matter is not within the scope of our intelligence.
But I will tell you personally, for free, that the officer of the Barony of Eric is not Mr.
Hunt, and that he may have accepted another invitation, which is all too common.
You can go to the nearest Corser City Hall to check this record, this is the city that belongs to Baron Eric's lord, Viscount Stanley, if you can't find it, you have to go to Baron Eric's territory to inquire. ” "Thank you for your advice, is there any noteworthy news on the mainland recently" Lucien sat in a horse-drawn carriage in the remote and deep mountains for ten days before resisting the town of Dragon's Tooth, with only poor villages and sparsely populated roads along the way, and there was no place to ask for information.
The tavern owner smiled and said, "A piece of news, a silver nar, do you want to hear it, respected guest?"
"Ten messages, thank you."
Lucien directly took out a quintal.
The glittering coins made those adventurers and mercenaries stunned for a moment, and instead of laughing at Lucien, they stared at him with complicated eyes, and as soon as they made a move, they were a golden taler, worthy of extravagant aristocrats, and they could only earn so much in two or three months.
Some of the guys are already thinking about whether to temporarily become bandits.
When the barbecue was served, Lucien picked it up and took a light bite, and the delicious meat juice immediately filled his mouth, which was no worse than Aalto's high-end restaurant.
The tavern keeper pulled out a crumpled stack of paper and read slowly, "More than three months ago, Aalto, uh.
He looked up and gave Lucian a slightly strange look, "The town of Bonn has been attacked by necromancers, and the most beautiful musician, Sylvia, and his father have been victimized.
The valiant Grand Knight Princess Natasha slew the evil necromancer with all her might, but was seriously wounded herself and recuperated in the monastery.
It is said that Princess Natasha broke through to become a celestial knight in this battle. ” "Hehe, this is a rare and wonderful battle in the last ten years."
"Is it no wonder that Natasha was able to temporarily suppress it at that time, it turned out that she had really advanced to the Heavenly Knight."
Lucien thought silently in his heart, "After a few months, this matter finally came out on its own initiative. ” If becoming an official knight is a hurdle, then the big knight to the heavenly knight is an even more difficult pass.
Due to the fact that the great knight's own life form has not been sublimated, although it has strong recovery and strength, it is based on the premise of extreme physical consumption, and if it cannot be broken through, it will have a shorter lifespan than ordinary knights.
Of course, it is not difficult for a strong person with the strength of a great knight to obtain some magical plants, potions, etc., and in the end he can still live to be about a hundred years old.
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The Heavenly Knight, on the other hand, has broken through the limitations of mortal bodies and can live for at least two hundred years.
The next nine pieces of information are probably that there was friction with heretics in the north, that several great lords of the Gusta Empire in the south began to recruit mercenaries and seemed to be preparing to fight another war of infighting, and that a certain adventurer team found an ancient relic on the southern edge of the Dark Mountains and obtained a large amount of treasure, etc.
After listening to the information and finishing his lunch, Lucien wiped his hands with a white handkerchief: "I'm going to Coser City, and I need to hire guards and carriages. ” Although Lucien's own strength is enough to support him to travel to the east of the continent, but on the premise that he can easily pass the level with his identity, it seems to be more convenient to recruit mercenaries and other guards with a lot of money, Lucien doesn't want to waste time on bandits, goblins and beasts who don't even have the strength of knight attendants, it is better to be sent by mercenaries, and he can quietly analyze and learn other magic in the carriage, and when he can enjoy life, he naturally knows how to enjoy it.
During his more than three months of travel, Lucien successively built five more rings of magic in his soul, reaching the limit of the current soul strength, and the other rings of magic could only be temporarily used with the assistance of spellcasting materials and spells.
The five rings of magic are: Magic Missile, Sleep, Greasy, Featherfall, and Colorful Spray.
And since most adventurers and mercenaries don't want to be too far away from familiar areas or their families, they only accept escorts for a certain distance, especially the coachman, so Lucien has to be rehired every once in a while.
"A wise choice.
Hehe, you must know that the south-central continent is a place where many legends of vampires and black magicians circulate. ” The tavern owner was obviously stunned, he also thought that Lucien was a noble boy who went out on adventures, but he quickly covered up his abnormality with a smile and pointed to the corner of the tavern, "Two of the three adventurers there are warriors with the strength of high-level knight squires, and one is an archer with the strength of knight squires, and they have a good reputation, guests you can talk to them."
I'll help you arrange it for you, coachman, and it will take eleven days to get to Corser. ” Although the forests in the south-central part of the continent do not attract the strong, they are inaccessible, and there are many terrifying legends of deep mountain castles, underground tombs, and evil witches.
Lucien followed the direction pointed by the tavern keeper and saw three very calm adventurers, they were a man and two women, the male had thick arms, short hair and lean, the two ladies looked similar, and both had a pair of long ears that looked like elves, but one was mature and beautiful, leaning on a two-handed giant sword by his side, and the other was young and beautiful, with a delicate short bow on the table in front of him, and seemed to be half-elf sisters.
They were listening intently as the bard serenaded to the beat, to the beat.
To be continued: