Tales of the Reincarnated Lord Chapter 1: Red Crow Inn (on)

The first chapter Red Crow Inn (on)

Norton Lorist has a large shoulder bag slanted to the left and right, and a large shoulder bag with shoulder-length flat to knees, carrying a large grass-yellow rattan box on the left hand, and holding one on the shoulder in the right hand. The large and long animal skin roll, while extending a pedal to open the double-opened mahogany door with a white wine glass on the side, like a big benzene bear strayed into the iron-tooth bushes, difficult, staggered, squeezed into this The gate of the tavern that can usually enter and leave at the same time for two big men.

At 3pm, Correct Red Crow Inn is the most leisurely time. There are only three people in the huge tavern hall. The singer Old Mike of red-nosed was filled with cat urine at noon. Sitting at a table next to the fireplace playing cards and killing time are the Old Hope with a leather shoe store at home and the retired postal officer Old Tom. At this moment, the two of them are staring at the Lorist entering the tavern with amazement.

Nodded at Old Hope and Old Tom, Lorist unloaded their weights and threw them on the ground in front of the long pub counter. Large and small backpack bags and suitcases animal skin rolled into a hill. I took off the bearskin hat on my head and threw it on the table next to me. Then I took off the black leather jacket on my body, and pulled out two sabers of different lengths inserted in the waist. In one breath, tapping the counter, shouted: "Old Ga, Old Ga, where are you? Where are you going. The barrel has been removed!"

"Oh my god, it's Little Locke ..." This is Old Tom, and finally recognized the Norton Lorist that had been peeled off.

Old Hope stood up impatiently: "Hey, Little Locke, how long is it this time, it's been more than half a year, so we all worry about what happened to you. Has the star pattern deerskin I got? "

Pointing to the animal skin roll on the ground, Lorist said, "Three, all wrapped inside, you can see for yourself."

A limp tall old man came out of the small door behind the counter. Seeing Lorist standing in front of the counter, a smile flashed on his somber face: "Come back?"

This old man is Red Crow Inn's Boss, Brennan Garland, Old Ga in the mouth of Lorist. Don't look at his limping inconvenience, but who would have thought that this ordinary man who stayed behind the pub counter wouldn't just laugh and laugh, the expressionless old man would be an 1 Star Gold Swordsman, even the neighbourhood neighbors who often go to the pub for him to treat him as An ordinary tavern Boss.

"Hey, Old Ga, let's get a cup of blackcurrent ale moisturizing throat first, and ask the back of the kitchen wheat Fatty to get me a big meal first. I have had a wind meal for more than half a year, and I want to die for your deliciousness." Lorist unrestrained.

"I see." Garland scooped a large glass of ale in front of Lorist: "You drink first, I'll get up at Madoff."

"By the way, Old Ga, you will help me to check it later, this time I got everything you want, you see if it is the same as the registration." Lorist drinking ale while watching Old Hope Look in the animal skin volume.

Garland "En" disappeared into the door.

"Oh," a woman with sleepy eyes and yawning appeared in the door: "Who, don't you know that everyone is going to take a nap now? It's not too late to eat at this time, really sick."

The chest is choppy, and the top-fitting waitress is tight. This is Red Crow Inn's maid Big Sister head Louise .

"Uh ..." Lorist took a big sip and blushed. No matter who confronts the first woman who has had **** with him, there will be nothing. In particular, Lorist is a little scared of the Sister Louise header. After all, he was drunk at Red Crow Inn on the 20th birthday and was taken away by Sister Louise , saying it was an adult gift to himself. All these years have passed, Lorist was still anxious to see Sister Louise .

"Oh, it's our Little Locke back! It's been six months, I want to die Big Sister, come, hold one first." Seeing Lorist, Louise 's eyes brightened, drowsiness disappeared without a trace, opened his hands Rushed over.

Thumbly hugged across the counter Lorist and Sister Louise , let Sister Louise kiss two severely on his face.

"Just returned? Poor Little Locke, people have lost weight in just half a year. People often talk about you and worry about what will happen to you. I haven't heard from you for so long. I'm afraid you have a good deal ..." Sister Louise started to choke up.

"This, am I not back? This time I went to Relic Islands. I ca n’t communicate across the sea. Besides, do n’t you all know that the ship that goes there is half a year? What are you worried about? Are you confident? "

"On the strength of your 3 Stars Black Iron? How many Silver Swordsman died in Relic Islands, I heard more about these things in the tavern." Sister Louise gave Lorist no face at all.

"Uh, but I 3 Stars Black Iron has never lost against Silver Swordsman ..." Lorist touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"You are a college test, and you are not fighting with magical beast. Others are letting you. I really do n’t understand how the old men in your college fancy you, let you be a bodyguard and explore with them. So many Silver Swordsman are Do n’t. ”Sister Louise believes that letting Black Iron ’s Little Locke do Silver Swordsman is simply sinful.

Lorist smiled bitterly, Sister Louise is just pure good intentions, how can you understand that the Battle Qi stagnation in the Black Iron Rank segment has not been able to break through the past three years. This time, the college organized a team to go to Relic Islands for an expedition. He was still entangled with the old man of Dean Levins and was forced to sign several unequal treaties. Only then did the dead old man of Dean agree to follow him as a life supporter. The adventure team went to Relic Islands.

Without the strength of Silver Swordsman, going to Relic Islands is to die. This is a well-known fact for all adventurers in Grindia Continent. Of course, except for protected scholars and researchers. Although Lorist went as a life assistant to take care of several professors in the college, in fact, it did not do less than Silver Swordsman. The risks that should and should not have been experienced, even those that exceeded the Silver Swordsman strength Also experienced several times.

The return journey is nearly two months, and I spent four months on Relic Islands, which is a great gain. Lorist also felt that the life and death fight with those of magical beast, several life-threatening experiences, really increased his strength. The Sword Art became sharper and more powerful, agility, and even the mental intuition became sharper. It was just that I wished to break through the Battle Qi Black Iron Rank position with the experience of life and death. This wish could not be achieved, and I still stagnated at the Peak stage of 3 Stars Black Iron.

I did n’t regret it at first. Why did I have a big brain? I tried to run Battle Qi using the Qi Art method of Qi Art in the previous life. One is the meridian, the other is the blood, one is the inside, and the other is the outside. The wind and the horse are irrelevant. They only do that if their brain is cramped. The result was good. The High Rank Violent Flames Battle Qi from the body was practiced by himself. For more than three years, he has been stuck in the Black Iron Rank section and cannot be promoted to Silver Swordsman. The Sword Art genius, who was also envied from the college, was reduced to a joke of the college.

"Hey, Brother Locke, I'm finally back, it's really nice to see you ..." This big Fatty that interrupted Lorist's self-pity and regret is the master chef Madoff of Red Crow Inn, at this moment he is tied to his body A mottled blue linen apron, trying to squeeze his big belly from the small door into the counter.

"Hi, Madoff, I'm also very happy to see you." Lorist raised the wheat glass in his hand: "Anything else to eat, I just starved to death when I came back. I didn't eat breakfast or lunch, just at There was a rye stick on board ... "

"Heaven!, Little Locke, don't tell me earlier, don't just drink alcohol, fasting will hurt your stomach. Madoff, think about what can be served immediately?" Sister Louise said.

"This, there are roasted goose in the fumigator, not seasoned, and potato stewed pork ribs in the big pot, but already is too hot and cold, these have to wait before they can be served, right, steam over there The mutton meatballs can be served, it is warming up. Louise , go to my room. There are two creamy white breads in the birch box next to the bed. I ’ll bring them to Locke. I prepared them for dessert in the afternoon. " Madoff reluctantly sticks to two creamy white breads.

Sister Louise went wild.

"Well, come with a roast goose, and a pot of potato stewed pork ribs. Madoff, you fry a herring, a green bean blood sausage, a steamed egg rice shrimp, a fried mushroom green cabbage, and then serve A bottle of fruit wine will do. "Lorist continues to order.

"So much? Did you eat it?" Madoff looked at Lorist in disbelief.

"I can eat a cow now that I'm hungry. Let's go get some food. After that, let's have a drink together."

Just sending Madoff away, Sister Louise has come with a large plate of steaming lamb meatballs and two creamy white breads: "Hurry up, do n’t starve your stomach."

"Oh, Little Locke, you are awesome, this is the skin I want, you see, how beautiful the star streaks ..." I haven't swallowed the bread in my mouth, and a Old Hope praise came from behind him. I couldn't help but hold three deerskins the size of the table top and watched the fire in the fireplace.

"By the way, I'll go home and get the money and come back immediately." Old Hope finally put down his deerskin and rushed out of the tavern with agility, which was not commensurate with his age.

"Uh, why is he so anxious ..." Louise at the table in front of Lorist shrugged, vaguely speaking while chewing mutton meatballs.

"Old Hope has been chanting you in the tavern for two months. I thought he was kind. It turned out that he was thinking about the leather you promised to bring him ..." The retired postmaster Old Tom raised his hand to Lorist Ale cup.

When Sister Louise was served with green bean blood sausage for Lorist, Old Hope also rushed back with sweat, came to the table of Lorist panting, and poured out fifteen gold coin(s) from a delicate patterned leather bag. With a size of one to five, ten, I can't wait to get the three star deer skins.

"Hey, Old Hope, wait, you are sure that is the price?" I do not know when the tavern Boss Garland appeared in front of Old Hope, pressing his hands on the three star-patterned deerskin on the table.

"Garland, what's going on with you? Isn't Little Locke okay?" Old Hope looked at Garland.

"Little Locke did n’t say nothing, it does n’t mean that there is no opinion. The current market price is seven gold fordes plus eight large silver coin(s), a star pattern deer skin. If you have fifteen gold fordess, you want to take these three good leathers, which is too unreasonable. Come on. "

Old Hope with red ears and red ears: "But I set it six months ago ..."

"When you booked with Little Locke half a year ago, you didn't say a good price, but only said that it was based on the market price. It's been half a year and still based on the market price at that time, you really have a say. Now the star pattern deerskin is getting more and more on the market The less the price, the higher the price, these three good leathers are sold and maybe someone will sell eight gold fordess. You can make dozens of pairs of boots, enough for you to earn dozens of gold fordes .If you don't make up the difference, don't do this transaction. I will sell it outside for Little Locke. No one believes that the price is high.

"That is, there were n’t two Mercenarys said in the previous two days. It ’s not good to go to Relic Islands to buy five gold fordes one of Starprint Deerskin. Old Hope Are you obviously bullying? Little Locke Yuanyuan has brought you three good skins. Are you sorry to let him do it for free? "Sister Louise rolled his eyes at Old Hope, with a look of contempt.

Old Hope went back to the table of Lorist, took out seven gold coin(s) from the wallet and put it on the table: "No big silver coin(s) ..."

A gold fordes is worth 20 large silver coin(s)s, and Old Hope has four large silver coin(s)s.

Lorist generously waved his hand: "Forget it."

Staring at the back of Old Hope holding the leather in a hurry, Sister Louise was very upset: "Why are you so generous, this old **** is cheap, the four big silver coin(s)s are enough to eat ten times."

Lorist laughed: "What's wrong, Old Hope offends you?"

Sister Louise suddenly broke out: "This old bastard, old miser, takes advantage of the maids every day in the pub, but never pays a tip ..... a glass of five-wine ale can be drunk for an afternoon, occupying a seat Shit ... "

Well, the maids in the tavern are supposed to take advantage of the alcoholic guests. It ’s not a big deal to flirt with your **** and pat your **** and oil. It ’s a person who does n’t pay tips. Disgusting, the most unpopular, deserve to go out and hit carriage ...