Killing God: 019 Martin
"Yes, yes, but you have to do me a favor," the man said.
"You tell me what you want me to do first, and if you can help, you will definitely help." Morrowind said.
"Of course, I won't speak if you can't do it, here's the thing, my family's donkey was borrowed, but my wife's cheese is fermented tomorrow and has to be sent to the city, You have to help me deliver it." The man said while patting his pipe.
Not too demanding. It is also very reasonable, not everyone needs to help others, this is not a difficult thing for Morrowind, he immediately agreed.
Morrowind walked down the wooden steps, came to Ned's side, and told her the result of the discussion with the man. This is the place of singing, and the language of the eternal singing continent is all one, and the beast spirits appear in There's nothing surprising here either.
"The house over there is empty, you can live there as long as you don't damage anything." The man pointed to a slightly smaller room opposite and said.
"Thank you very much." Morrowind waved his thanks, which was undoubtedly excellent news for them. The wounded they brought with them would have a place to stay and their bodies would recover faster, and they just came to chant. You can also take this opportunity to learn some things.
Squatting and lifting the stretcher, Morrowind and Ned walked into the house pointed out by the man. For Morrowind and Ned, the house was special.
Open the door and go in. The interior of the hut is very simple. There are two halls, each with a large bed. The beds are covered with plaid sheets and quilts. There is a table and a few chairs. There is also a bookshelf in the place, but there are only photos and no books on it.
There is a kettle and a few quilts on the windowsill, simple, but neat and clean.
"Morrowind, your bed looks weird," Ned said.
"Yeah, the house is also very special." Morrowind's memory is also the first time I saw it.
They put the person rescued by the sea on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him. It took less than three days from the time they rescued him to the small village. If it wasn't for Morrowind And Ned humbly took care of him, he couldn't stand it.
Now it's finally getting better, the fluctuation of life has become stronger, and the breathing is not as absent as it was at the beginning, but after the shipwreck, I haven't replenished food and water for too long.
The function of the body is greatly reduced, and many organs and tissues have been greatly damaged. It is not a matter of one or two days to recover, and it cannot be repaired by some dry food and water. He needs more nutrition.
The wounded were placed, Morrowind said hello to Ned, he was going to visit the owner of the house, anyway, even if the other party asked to do something for him before agreeing to let them stay.
But it is also a kind of favor, but this is what it should be, and it should be done if others don't help him. If you help, you have to be thankful. You can't be less polite. Morrowind came to the opposite door again. .
After knocking on the door, before waiting for the master to open the door, Morrowind said loudly outside the door: "Uncle, I was the one who disturbed me just now."
Not long after, the wooden door creaked open from the inside, and the yellow-skinned middle-aged man in plaid clothes appeared at the door.
"Hello uncle, my name is Chenfeng, Chenfeng Honglu." Before waiting for the other party to speak, Chenfeng first introduced himself, but he didn't have a smile on his face, which made people feel a little cold. Something weird.
The other party looked at Morrowind, "Come in first." The middle-aged man said.
Morrowind followed the middle-aged man into the hut and closed the wooden door.
"Sit." The middle-aged man sat on a sofa and said to Morrowind.
Chenfeng walked over to the middle-aged man and sat down. The uncle across from him seemed a little reluctant to talk, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.
"Uncle, the room is so clean, do people often live in it?" Although Morrowind doesn't like talking to strangers, the atmosphere at the moment is really uncomfortable.
"Well, there are a lot of passing tourists here. As long as you give some Lan Yanbei, you can stay here." The middle-aged man held a newspaper without raising his head.
"Lan Yanbei? What is that?" Morrowind said suspiciously.
"Huh?" Wen Yan middle-aged man put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Morrowind with interest for the first time, "You don't know Lan Yanbei?"
"I don't know," Morrowind said.
"How dare you not know Lan Yanbei?" The middle-aged man glared.
"I really don't know," Morrowind confirmed again.
"Hahaha... Madam, hurry up and take a look, this kid actually said he didn't know Lanyanbei." The middle-aged man turned his head and shouted to a room.
The sound of opening the door came, and a middle-aged woman with yellow hair came out of the room, "What happened?"
"This kid said he doesn't know Lan Yanbei, I think it's interesting, I asked you to come out and see." The middle-aged man tickled his chin at Chenfeng.
The middle-aged woman walked up to the man and sat down. She smiled at Morrowind, "Hello, my name is Simon."
"Hello, ma'am, my name is Morrowind." Morrowind responded politely.
Afterwards, they talked about their small village and their family, and Morrowind also roughly explained that they came out of the Fengji tribe, went to the land of chants and rescued a victim by the sea.
The middle-aged man's name is Martin. He has a quirky temperament. He values Lanyanbei very much. Lanyanbei is the common currency of Yongsang Continent, but the nobles usually use gold directly as currency.
This is the most prosperous city leading to the land of chants - a village not far from the main road of Yongsong City. Many merchants from the past will settle here, and the houses they built for Morrowind were additionally built by them. Yes, for the past merchants to stay overnight and earn some extra living expenses.
In fact, they are not very short of money, but who would be too much money?
Morrowind finally said that he could help them with more work, but hoped that they could provide some meat soup for the wounded, he was too weak and needed it.
Martin didn't make a statement, but Simon readily agreed, saying that he didn't need Morrowind's help, he should just take care of the guests. After all, it wouldn't cause any pressure for them to eat more meat.
However, Morrowind insisted again and again, and she had to agree. However, when Morrowind mentioned the Fengji tribe, they didn't do anything special. Maybe it was because they were not beast spirits, and it was normal to not know the Fengji tribe.
"Boy, remember to deliver the goods to Yongsong City at five o'clock tomorrow morning. If it's late, you can move out." Morrowind left Martin's house and was about to push the door back when Martin's voice sounded behind him. Not very friendly, but Morrowind still turned around and agreed, and then heard Simon speak, and Martin responded loudly.