The open-top carriage ran briskly along the gravel-paved riverside avenue, and it was not a horse that was towing it, but a fat and strong boar.
"It's nice to have a mage with you," Bloom sat in the driver's seat, and said the same thing for the third time today, "I want a comfortable carriage, and I can change it, how easy it is to travel like this."
"Ease also comes at a price, Mr.
Dwarf, do you know how much this arcane scroll that summons the carriage is worth" Little Jack wrapped his cloak tightly and sighed weakly: "It scares you when you say it, at least you can buy two of the same carriage, and the carriage created by magic can only last for a short day, if it weren't for my injuries that dragged everyone down, Miss Nikita wouldn't have had to spend so much." ” The dwarf shrugged and retorted, "It makes sense to spend money on enjoyment." ” He was met with approval in the carriage, and the ladies said that "it was the first time that Bloom had made such a sense," and the dwarf was so overjoyed that he raised his parchment water bag and poured a large sip of ale.
The car arrived at the town of Big Rabbit's Nest and slowly stopped.
Roland was the first to jump out of the carriage and walked straight to the bulletin board in the town square, and it turned out to be true, there was a large portrait pasted on the bulletin board, clearly Jack's appearance, and the words "urgent missing person notice" were also posted below the portrait.
Before Roland had time to take a closer look, someone next to him pulled the corner of his clothes and greeted him warmly: "Mr.
Knight, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you lately?"
Roland lowered his head and saw a warm smile, and thought about it for a long time before he remembered that this little dwarf who was a little familiar was a running guy from the "unmixed tavern", and he had asked for information from him at the beginning.
"Hello, how's the tavern business?"
"It's still the same."
"Then you shouldn't be busy entertaining guests" "The boss sent me out to collect the bills, anyway, it's still early, I can go shopping for a while."
Roland smiled and pointed to the bulletin board and asked him, "What's going on" "Don't you know that Mr.
Duvalin's nephew is missing, it is the troublemaker named Jack, this can make the old man anxious, and offer a reward of 50 gold coins to inquire about the nephew's clues, although it is a little uncomfortable for poor Mr.
Duvalin, but for most people in the town, this is not a bad thing."
"Scud, it's not gentlemanly to speak ill of people behind your back."
Jack was helped out of the carriage by Veronica and came over sickly.
The tavern guy named "Scud" was stunned for a moment, and quickly changed to a flattering face: "Mr.
Jack, you are finally back, I was joking just now, you must not take it seriously" "Originally, I was going to ask you to tell my uncle so that you could earn the 50 gold coins, but for the sake of your not funny joke, forget it."
"Ah, that's a pity," and "Scud" dejectedly dejected.
Roland and his party walked through the bustling streets towards the Temple of Gard's Shining Gold.
Before he had gone far, a hurried shout came from behind him: "Hey, Mr.
Knight, please stay" Roland stopped and looked back, only to see a little dwarf chasing after him, and it was the guy nicknamed "Scud".
"You're so fast, no wonder you're called a Scud."
Roland teased.
"Scud" wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile: "I was born to run errands, and if I don't run fast, I can't make money." ” "Long story short, what are you looking for me" "Oh, Mr.
Knight, my boss, Mr.
Rogge, I have asked you to drop by our tavern for a drink and tell him about his adventures in the Settlement Territory, and he is looking forward to hearing the wonderful stories of his adventures, and is happy to compose them into poems to be recited in the tavern, so that you and your friends' great names can be spread far and wide through the merchants who come and go."
Roland smiled slightly: "If that's all, I won't bother, let's talk about it another day." ” "Hey, my brother, we've been invited for a drink, why don't you go," the dwarf interjected.
Roland said indifferently: "I don't think there is anything to say about the trivial things such as exterminating the kobolds' lair, sweeping the stone blind barbarian camp, and cracking the conspiracy of the dragon's eye, but the ancient art treasures we have unearthed in the depths of the ruins of the temple are more worthy of praise, but forgive me for being lonely and unheard, looking at the big rabbit nest town, in addition to Mr.
Duvalin, there is a second master of art appraise?"
Bloom nodded in agreement: "That's right, there's no rush to drink, let's go to the Gard Flash Gold Temple first, Mr.
Duvalin will definitely be happy to offer a good price for that golden music box" "Wait," Scud couldn't help but raise his voice anxiously, "in fact my boss, Mr.
Rogge, is more senior in the field of art appraisal than Mr.
Duvalin, and he has always been willing to give generously to his favorite treasures. ” At this time, he forgot that he had complained about the stinginess of the boss more than once, and Roland was too happy not to mention this stubble, so he took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "Then go over and sit down, how can you say that Mr.
Rogge is also a celebrity in the town, we can't sweep people's face." ” Bloom would never miss a chance to drink, and the ladies, uninterested in the messy atmosphere of the tavern, escorted Jack home.
"Mr.
Roland, Mr.
Bloom, I heard that you have learned a lot from this trip, can you open my eyes?"
On the second floor of the "no water" tavern, the luxuriously arranged box was full of delicious food and wine, and the tavern owner Rogge smiled slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Roland chewed on a delicious slice of ham, pulled a list out of his pocket, and pushed it to the man opposite, who was both a merchant and a bard.
Rogge glanced at it quickly, and quickly confirmed the thing he was most concerned about, "Mr.
Roland, can you let me see the actual object of the ancient music box, if it is in good condition, I am willing to buy it at a high price." ” Roland patted Bloom on the shoulder.
The dwarf put aside the crystal goblet full of wine for a moment, reached into his backpack, and pulled out a gilded box encrusted with ruby particles.
The palm-sized device immediately caught the dwarf poet's eye, and he carefully held it in his hand, twisted it full of clockwork, and a melodious and light melody sounded.
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The poet listened so enthralledly that he beat to the rhythm of the music, forgetting that there were two other guests beside him.
The music lasted about five minutes, and Roger tried to listen to it again, but was stopped by Roland's reach.
Only then did the dwarf poet come back to his senses and smile awkwardly: "Mr.
Knight, I like this music box very much, you can make a price." ” Roland muttered, "My dwarven friend estimates that this music box is worth at least seven thousand gold coins. ” Bloom hurriedly put down his glass, shook his index finger and emphasized, "That's a conservative estimate, and I haven't factored in the risks and other costs we took to get this music box."
The dwarf poet raised his hand in surrender and said in a loud voice: "I understand, I understand this, how about eight thousand gold coins" Bloom was silent, his brow furrowed.
Roland thought for a moment and smiled politely at Rogge: "I am touched by your sincerity, but I am very sorry, we have promised Mr.
Duvalin in advance that the treasures obtained from the adventure must be shown to him first, and he is happy to exchange magic equipment for the work of art he likes, and you also know that for us adventurers who lick the blood with knives, good equipment is often more important than gold coins." ” Rogge patted his forehead, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said to the "Scud" who was standing aside and serving their meal, "Go to my office, open the safe against the wall, and get my treasured magic tablecloth." ” "Scud" took the key from the boss, ran out quickly, and came back in a blink of an eye, holding a wooden box in his hand.
Rog opened the wooden box, took out a black velvet tablecloth from it, and said with a smile: "Two gentlemen, please take a look, this tablecloth is definitely better than the magic equipment that Duvalin can give you." ” The tablecloth emitted a strong magical aura, and Roland opened the "Pupil of Destiny" and reached out to touch it, and couldn't help but be moved.
System Tip: Discover latent energy System Prompt: Discovered the magic item "Feast Tablecloth" Roland stroked the tablecloth and absorbed a total of 6 degrees of potential before getting the identification result.
Once a day, this tablecloth can be used to create a "Hero's Feast", serving up to 12 people with wine and food.
It takes 1 hour to enjoy such a large meal, and all the sicknesses, nausea and nausea of the feasters will be cured; For the next 12 hours, you gain 10 temporary health and 1 morale bonus on Attack Check and Will Immunity.
"It's a good thing," Roland admired.
With this magic tablecloth, not only can you enjoy a free meal every day, but you will also get many benefits, especially healing diseases, immune toxins, and fear, and solve the three most headaches of the adventure at once, and whoever refuses to accept this deal is the complete Luther After a pleasant feast, Roland and Bloom were full of wine and food, and left Rogge for the Temple of Gargin Gold.
On the way, Bloom burped, still pondering the fantastic and beautiful deal just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he wondered: "The feast tablecloth is worth 10,000 gold coins, to say the least, Rogge, that guy looks quite shrewd, how can he be willing to do such a loss-making business." ” Roland shook his head and chuckled: "In the eyes of laypeople like us, that music box is just an expensive toy, of course, not as practical as a feast tablecloth, but in Rogge's eyes, he is a bard, he has extremely high musical attainments, he can hear things from the music box score that we can't feel, such as technique, such as passion, and maybe even spark inspiration." ” Stretching a big waist and putting his fingers crossed behind his head, Roland went on as he walked: "The poet's pursuit of artistic beauty is like a mage's exploration of unknown magic, and the pleasure of it cannot be measured by the vulgar concept of money." ” "Aha, it seems that laymen like us have no hope of becoming bards, but fortunately we are not inferior to true poets in the love of life and in drinking and merrymaking."
Bloom shrugged and laughed at himself
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