Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 221 Aliti Silver Blood
"We want three rooms."

Turka said simply, as if he didn't see the eyes of everyone in the hall.There he stood, like a stone statue, and like an ancient king; on his brow was a mithril adornment, and the sharp-eyed trader of High Rock and Hammerfell saw from under his rough cloak the jaw-dropping Some kind of silk collar, the gorgeousness of which is far beyond the imagination of mortals in this continent - the years have not left traces on him, but people can feel a certain peace after time in his eyes, he looks at you, but As if watching time go by through you.His tone of voice was somewhat strange, and the old man could tell from his habit of choosing words and making sentences that he seemed to be not very proficient in using the common language.

A strange southerner.

The Nords and Rich people in the frontier collar had never seen such a strange guy like him. The innkeeper stood stiffly behind the bar, slightly lowering his head.

"Yes," he said, "yes, the Silver Blood Inn has the best beds, food, and drink in Macarth, everyone who's been here says so. But sorry, sir, you're late .The rooms are full these days and we don't offer anything other than food and ale. Or if you want some Colevian wine, I have that too."

"We only need three rooms." Little Rogatus said anxiously, "My father and the others will come here soon, Uncle Klepper, we need a place to stay. And." He took out the old farmer's His purse, "We'll pay."

"But you are indeed late." Clapper shrugged, and he was obviously more comfortable with the young Rojatus, "Two days ago, there was no hotel for rest in the city. You know, these It's been tough out there, everyone's pouring into Markarth. The city is overcrowded. Or you can try the shack."

"Yes, young boy, the dirty and smelly sewer is suitable for you." The drunk mercenary suddenly shouted loudly, like a smug rooster, and seemed to be just because he was suddenly caught by the big guy in front of him. The distinctive temperament on his body was so frightened that he dared not speak out and deliberately attracted attention, "Go to the slums and try, there will always be a place for you. And there is no money there, haha!"

His partner's face changed slightly, but it was too late to cover his partner's big mouth.On the contrary, the alcohol and the surprised and excited eyes of people made him feel smug, no matter how hard such remarks would make him suffer.

"Yeah, go to your sewers, southerners."

Ah, alcohol, the source of the disaster; the man stupidly began to yell again under the influence of alcohol and anger at the war in the south; after all, drinking and fighting are normal for the Nords.The woman stared directly at Turka's handsome face with greedy and admiring eyes.Only the wise businessman shrank his neck, hesitating whether to leave first.The whole hall was noisy again.

Little Rojatus was furious.As a native of the Frontier Territory, he certainly knew what shacks and slums were.It was a gathering place for the homeless, beggars, and thieves who worked for the castellan and the silver-blooded families. No one wanted to stay there except the desperate.

"Do they have a room here?" Turka held down the impulsive little Rojatus.The farmer's son only felt that a big hand made of steel was firmly grasping his shoulder, almost making him unable to move.

"What?" Clapper didn't even understand what he said.He wiped his hands on the white canvas apron awkwardly, and put on a respectful tone again.

"They." Turka glanced at the two mercenaries.It is impossible to see his mood on that beautiful and handsome face.

Clapper understood immediately.He said quickly, "Sir, I don't suggest you do this."

"You just need to answer my question." Turka emphasized his tone, his eyes stared straight at the innkeeper, almost making the muscular Nord man bow his head.

"Yes," said Clapper.

"Very good." Turka let go of little Rojatus.He walked towards these rude and narrow human beings, almost everyone who passed him hurriedly gave way, and the originally noisy hall became quiet again.Only the lifeless guy was still making noise, and his companions couldn't stop him.

Little Rojatus seemed to understand, he excitedly squeezed through the crowd, and followed behind Turka.

"What?" The guy was obviously a little timid, and he was a little sober from the wine.There are many scars and sword marks on his face and arms, and the muscles on his body are also very tight, and the leather armor on his body is stretched high.At first glance, he is not the kind of coward who can only play tricks.

"Shut up. And get out," Turka said softly.He didn't want to cause too much trouble as soon as he came.But, Iluvita, how can the development of things always be satisfactory?For a long time, he felt the beating of his heart and blood.

Maybe it's not like him, but in Arda, his nature has indeed been suppressed for too long.Iluvita, you may have given me the deepest love, but in Central Continent, in Yiya, everything is as you expected. Everything he does is just licking bricks and tiles for the grand movement of creation , although wonderful, is indeed a bit boring.But on Nirn, he is free, and he does what he wants.

And, we do need guest rooms.

he thought.

"Duel! Duel!"

The drinkers and businessmen couldn't help shouting excitedly when they saw the excitement.Also, for the scrappy Nords, there's nothing a duel can't solve.If you have, then finish your drink and try again.

"If this is what you want." The mercenary and his companion stood up, their faces not so happy.In other words, alcohol may make them win, but comparing their strengths and weaknesses, even the most idiots don't think they have a chance of winning.

Turka looked at them calmly and did not speak.

"Wait." Little Rojatus said excitedly, "Duels require bonuses. And this is ours." He raised the purse in his hand.

The mercenaries were almost on the verge of riding a tiger, but they couldn't bear to say no to the dignity and people's eyes and excited shouts.

"Shull. This is so stupid," the companion complained.

The guy who started the fight had long blonde hair braided in multiple braids, as did the beard.It could be seen that he was mostly sober from the alcohol, he raised his head and stared straight at Turka, who was almost half taller than him and half his body smaller, with flinching in his eyes.

"Visco, don't be cowardly, come on." Someone shouted.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

In the hall, men and women all cried out.

Among them, Little Rojatus shouted the loudest.Turka glanced at him, and the farmer's son smiled and shrank his neck slyly.

Visco could no longer admit that he was afraid, and courage came to him, or rather, stupidity. "You'll get it." He shook his fist and rushed towards Turka.His footsteps are quick and his fists are like thunder.He couldn't resist his fist.Visco yelled in his heart.

When his companion saw it, he could only follow closely behind, and launched an attack cunningly.

however.

The stranger's casserole-sized fist hit Visco's chin first, hitting him like a ball of rags, and he was thrown out viciously, knocking down a table next to him. People who watched the excitement, beer and food flowed all over the place.Then he raised his leg and kicked his companion in the stomach.As a result, the No. 2 mercenary flew out faster than when it came, and fell on another table.It caused a woman at the table to scream hysterically.

We should not forget that Turka Arakano is a person blessed by the creation god of another world. Even if he crosses the crystal wall and comes to another world, some strange changes are happening to him, but regarding the sanctity in his body It won't change.With physical strength alone, few mortals in the heavens are his opponents.

You say battle master?Damage offset?nonexistent.This is not playing a game, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, no matter how much you say, it's useless.Unless he is a hero with full skill points like the firstborn, he is not qualified to stand in front of today's Turka.

"Yuck~"

The kicked mercenary lay on the ground, almost vomited out the food residue from last night.Turka had already shown mercy, otherwise his stomach would have been cut in two.And the mercenary with the big mouth passed out directly, and his entire jaw was smashed.If he hadn't received timely treatment, his fate would not have been very good.

This should be his punishment for being mean.

Turka thought silently.The restlessness and depression in my heart have been released to some extent.

No one in the hall dared to move again.Cold fear climbed on people's faces, spread to limbs, and choked people's throats.

Except for the woman screaming.

Three guards broke open the gate and broke in. "What happened?" someone yelled.But when they saw Turka standing upright in the scene, and saw the other two guys who fell to the ground, they immediately drew their swords in their hands, "You! It's you! Make trouble in the city, I want to arrest you! "

"You can't do this!" Little Rojatus immediately jumped out and shouted: "Shuer witnessed, this is a holy duel, fair, just and open!"

"That's true." Clapper also recovered from the shock of the stranger climbing up two experienced mercenaries in a few simple steps. He said, "These two." The innkeeper signaled that he fell down. Those two wretches, "They're using their fists to prove who's more of a man."

The guard looked at the scene that looked like a mammoth breaking in, and saw that one did not respond, the other was rolling and twitching, with a pool of disgusting vomit under his body; he also looked at the people who were silent, and refused to believe anything they said This is what one person can do. "You can tell the city lord about this." The squad leader in the middle said roughly, "You. Come with us." But look closely at his hand trembling, and the sword pointed at Turka even trembling slightly.

So, everyone looked at Turka who caused the chaos, and seemed to be waiting for his decision.

Turka was thinking quietly, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.He felt the urge to be a human being for a long time, so he did it, and it pleased him.But if you ask him if he will accept this kind of 'humiliation', his answer is definitely not.But he didn't speak.Because a voice interrupted this 'trial' first.

"I can testify." On the second floor, a female voice as clear as an oriole sounded. Just listening to it, little Rojatus couldn't help but see a dazzlingly beautiful girl standing still. Under the pines and catkins in spring, she smiled sweetly, "The warriors and their duel are protected by Shure. Captain Gus."

Aliti Silver Blood is like a Phalaenopsis that has just sprouted its pistils, her youthful and graceful body is wrapped in a lady's dress made of fine velvet and cotton.It is said that this is the most popular style in the empire recently. It is woven with various embroidery techniques, and the patterns are mostly blue and golden orchids.The most eye-catching thing is that it can show a lady's slender waist and chest very well, which is beautiful and dignified.Coupled with her youthful and beautiful face and beautiful blue eyes, the farmer's son was instantly infatuated.

He recognized this beautiful lady.

Aletti Silverblood, the daughter of Haral Silverblood, is known as the most beautiful woman in the frontier.

"Ms. Aletti." Captain Gus immediately withdrew his sword and saluted the precious daughter of the Silver Blood family.

"Aiya." Aliti blushed, she seemed dissatisfied with Captain Gus' address, she put her hands together on her chest, making the lady's advantage more obvious, "Captain Gus, for my sake, Don't pursue this matter, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Captain Gus followed suit with kindness.He put away the long sword, nodded, and turned to leave.But anyone with a discerning eye could find that his running speed was a bit fast.

The Silver Blood Inn has returned to a relaxed vibe.At least it seems so.People gathered together in twos and twos with strange expressions, muttering quietly, but their eyes turned to the visitor from the other world in the middle of the hall and the silver-blooded daughter upstairs from time to time.As for Little Rojatus, everyone selectively ignored him.

Clapper ordered his employees to lift the two fallen people out.Perhaps the priests of Dibella's Temple will heal them.he thought.

But before that, Klepper took out two bags of coins from the two unlucky guys and handed them to little Rojatus, "This is yours," he said.

The farmer's son didn't have the excitement just now. He took the money bag from the innkeeper's hand like a wooden man, and kept his eyes on Aliti who came down the stairs. The young man's mind was almost clear at a glance.

"Pay attention to your eyes, little Rogatus." The innkeeper couldn't help but persuade in a low voice, almost inaudible, "The silver-blooded daughter is not something you should expect, even the youngest of them has blood in their blood. All of them are surprisingly poisonous."

Little Rojatus blushed suddenly, the little secret in the young man's heart was exposed, which made him shy and embarrassed.But the innkeeper's reminder was nothing more than that, because Aliti had already left.She is swaying and has a charming style.

"Your guest room is available." He hastily bowed slightly to Turka, "Sir, I have to say that your way of handling things is straightforward and effective, but a little dangerous."

　Thanks to book friend Ghost Moxuan for the 1500 starting coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)