Lord of Rot

Chapter 154 The Uninvited Stranger
The Porcupine Tavern.

Pushing open the door, a stream of sour cider mixed with the stinky sweat of the farmers and soldiers diffused amidst the belches.

"What I said is true! The mare in the castle laid an egg!" The bearded man, who was hiccupping, widened his eyes, trying to prove that he was right.

Another person held a glass of wine and made trouble: "Aren't you taking care of those tough slaves in the quarry? You don't know about the wheat field village, but you will know about the adults in the big castle?"

"Recently, so many red bricks have been burned in the brick kiln factory, I have long since left the quarry alone." The bearded man shook his head, not caring about the trivial matter that the other party looked down on him, because he still had bigger worries.

Moving his butt on the chair to find a comfortable position, the bearded man said, "I was assigned to the construction team, and I just moved bricks, bricks, bricks every day."

One can imagine how he felt when he was downgraded from a slave steward to a brick mover.

But he also has no skills, and he can only do manual work if he wants to make money.

Either move bricks, or go to a brick kiln factory to burn bricks.

"What's wrong with being a bricklayer?" Another man came up and called out, "A glass of sour apple beer."

Putting money on the table, the man looked at the bearded man and asked, "If you didn't come back to work as a brick mover, can you drink here?"

The bearded man nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's better than staying in a small quarry, where you can see women and drink."

Before Li Qi developed the porcupine collar, he even had a headache for food and clothing. In less than a year, he was able to drink in the tavern, but he only thought that he was in charge, and now he was in charge.

There is a big gap in status and it is difficult to adapt, so he wants to vent.

"Where did you hear about that egg?" the man asked curiously.

The mime troupe has left, and the life of the great people in the castle is still the main content of their guessing and chatting.

"I heard that when I went to the castle office to go through the formalities yesterday, the mare in the castle laid an egg."

Seeing that someone finally brought the topic back, the bearded man was very satisfied, his eyes tightened, and he lowered his voice: "Maybe some monster will hatch."

"My lord is the one favored by the gods." Someone beside him interjected.

The bearded man who was interrupted was very dissatisfied and glared at the other party: "I've never heard of horses laying eggs. It must be a monster. We might be very dangerous."

In fact, he wanted to say that the horse was a monster, and that everyone should go to the castle to snatch the horse and burn it to death.

But considering the lord's prestige in Porcupine Collar, he swallowed the words welling up in his throat.

The bearded man never admits that he deliberately came out to lead people to think badly because he was upset from being a manager to a brick mover. He was just seeking truth from facts!
As a civilian with a porcupine collar, it's normal to worry about the safety of the porcupine collar, right?

"That's just your lack of knowledge," came the leisurely voice.

The bearded man turned his head and found that it was two white-haired weirdos wrapped in black robes who were talking.

Except for old women, he had never seen a young-looking person with white hair, who looked like a cursed monster.

Their eyes were full of terror, and being stared at by those eyes, the backs of the bearded men were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

"If a giant dragon and a horse crossbreed, an egg will be laid, but there is a high probability that the horse will be scared to death first." The white-haired young man saw the frightened look of the bearded man, grinned, and took his wine glass to mouth Fill in.

It seemed that the terrifying look just now was just an accident.

The bearded man didn't dare to argue with the other party, he had already finished his glass of wine, and the two white hairs made him feel very uncomfortable, so he got up and left in a hurry.

Just after the bearded man left, several drunken farmers followed him.

There was no one around the two white-haired men wrapped in black robes. People subconsciously avoided them. The two seemed to be used to it and didn't care.

"Hi, let's go Arrow." The thin, white-haired man stood up, and someone noticed a long sword under their black robes.

"The wine here really stinks." The burly, white-haired man named Ero stood up, "Iron Stone City is better. It is worthy of being a holy place. It is really a paradise for eating, drinking and having fun."

"It's good to drink some," said the thin white-haired man.

Ai Luo is not so satisfied: "When I finish my business, I will never come to this kind of country again. It is a poor country, and there is not even a brothel!"

The skinny white-haired man smiled: "Hey, Arrow, what you just said seems to have angered everyone."

The tavern fell silent, and the farmers and craftsmen glared at the burly white-haired man Erro.

"Chi" Arrow dismissed.

He traveled north and south and met countless terrifying enemies. Will he be afraid of a group of farmers who can only hold hoes?
Under the black robe, Arrow held the hilt of his sword.

He has also seen troublesome people, as long as they draw their swords, they will be honest.

The door of the tavern was pushed open at this moment.

A group of soldiers in armor came in.

Arrow let go of the sword grip under the black robe, and it was very unwise to draw the sword.

The two left the tavern.

"The golden carriage and golden soldiers they were talking about should be Leopold."

"Will Leopold come to this backcountry?"

"This place is a bit weird." The thin man's face became a little more serious.

"Yeah," the burly Arrow nodded in agreement.

After walking not far, they encountered another group of soldiers, who were also heading towards the tavern.

"Have you noticed? The soldiers here are wearing full armor,"

What is the concept of a full set of armor? Only the elite soldiers of the great nobles wear a full set of armor. Every heavy armored infantry is equipped with mobile gold suns!

Along the way, they met dozens of soldiers, each of whom was wearing Zhajia.

In other words, the lord here spent hundreds of gold days to arm the soldiers.

Is this really a backcountry barony?
The road is flat and wide, and the road in Iron Stone City is also wide.

But what about those red stone houses?The seats are neatly arranged.

Or is their message wrong?
That's a house made of red stone. Even in Ironstone City, residents' houses are built of crushed stones of different sizes. Isn't it too extravagant to use such flat stones to build a house?

"It's just poor defense." The thin, white-haired man twitched his lips.

They wandered around the village of Porcupine Collar. After the soldiers saw him, no one came forward to ask him. It seems that the management of the lord here is not very good.

Beside the field ridge that had just been turned over after the autumn harvest, a man was held down and beaten by a group of people.

"Don't hit, don't hit, I was wrong!" The man screamed again and again after being beaten, curled up into a ball with his head in his arms, but the person who did it drank and had no intention of stopping.

Arrow said, "It's the man."

It was the bearded man who said in the tavern that the castle horse had an egg, and the drunk who beat him was also drinking in the tavern just now.

"I'm drunk and crazy," guessed the thin white-haired man.

"Stop! Stop!" A group of people rushed over from a distance.

They were wearing ordinary leather armor, holding sticks in their hands, and shouting as they ran.

The drunks who were beating up and beating others reluctantly stopped, and another kicked the bearded man's belly hard.

"Stop! Fight? Take them all away!"

"My lord, you are finally here!" The bearded man had a bruised nose and a swollen face, crying while hugging the visitor's thigh.

The visitor frowned: "What's going on?"

"He insulted the lord," said a drunk man, "We couldn't help it, so we beat him up. You want to punish us, but we won't admit it!"

The other drunks nodded: "That's right, no! We'll go to Master Grant!"

"If Lord Quickblade finds out about this, he will kiss this guy's ass with his boots! Do you dare to control Mr. Quickblade?"

"Are you insulting the lord?" The man kicked the bearded man's hand away.

The bearded man shook his head again and again: "No, I don't! I really don't!"

A man with an unshaven beard was crying at the top of his voice, as wronged as a little girl.

"Bring them all back! Go back and investigate slowly."

Two men in black robes and white hair watched the scene quietly.

The thin white-haired man said, "They should be the sheriffs of the territory."

The burly white-haired man Erlo nodded: "Yeah."

"It moves fast."

"……Um."

Arlo looked at his companion, making sure that the other party wanted to go with him.

"The porcupine collar is very united and blindly worships the lord." The thin white-haired man said, "If there is any trouble, someone will come over immediately, but no one came to question our identity from the beginning to the end. What does this mean?"

They thought it was because the porcupine collar was too messy, even if they had two extra glaring white hairs, it wouldn't be a problem, and they didn't think about hiding themselves from the beginning.

But the series of reactions just now showed that the porcupine collar was completely different from what they imagined.

With a dignified expression, Ai Luo said the answer that the two of them shared in their hearts at this time: "We have been targeted as soon as we entered the porcupine collar!"

(End of this chapter)