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() When Don Quixote stepped into this city, he realized that it was actually much bigger than he had imagined. Although the history teacher said that the British Empire could only be regarded as a small and medium-sized country on the mainland, it was still relatively large. In terms of comparison, according to the memory of Edward and the real Don Quixote, the city of Arraski alone is far stronger than the destroyed An Ruiwen!So, no wonder it will be wiped out!

"Sir, do you need to lead the way?"

Many of Edward's memories were actively deleted by Don Quixote, and those memories were of no use to him!So now he regretted it. Facing such a huge city, he had to admit embarrassingly that he was lost.

Just when he was in a state of confusion, a child who looked twelve or thirteen years old came up, with a backpack slung across his shoulders, dressed in plain but clean clothes, which made people feel very comfortable at first glance. Don Quixote believed that this boy must have Jing tidied up his appearance carefully, maybe he made money by showing strangers the way.

"Do you know the Oak Hotel?"

Acorn Hotel, as far as Edward could remember, he would stay here every time he went out to buy alchemy materials. Although it was not a very luxurious hotel, it was clean and comfortable at a reasonable price!However, in Don Quixote's opinion, the biggest reason why the old man who died in his hands likes to live there is because the acorn hotel sells a kind of their special acorn wine, which tastes slightly bitter, but Taste it carefully but it will exude a sweet taste, it is delicious! This memory Edward is very impressed, so even Don Quixote is also very impressive. .

"Of course, but sir, the Oak Hotel is near the north city gate. It's a long way from here. Even if you go there by carriage, it's probably already midnight when you get there."

"Well..." Don Quixote thought for a while, "Then do you know where there is a clean, dry, quiet hotel near here? I don't like to be disturbed very much."

"Of course, sir, please come with me, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

"Are you professionally leading others?"

"No, sir, I sell newspapers! Seeing you parked at the crossroads for a long time, and looking dusty, I think you should need the service of leading the way!"

"Ha, your observation skills are not bad."

"Then sir, would you like to buy a newspaper?" The little boy was very good at observing words and emotions, seeing that Don Quixote was in a good mood, he asked along the way.

"No hurry, wait until the hotel."

"Okay," the little boy was not discouraged about his failure to sell the newspaper.

Newspapers, Don Quixote is no stranger, whether he was a slave or in Alsace, he has seen this thing, it was organized by a bard called the Harper Alliance, they have this world The most powerful intelligence network!They make money in Faerun by selling newspapers, but what Don Quixote is more curious about is that they often report various aristocratic incidents, which is the same as the British Sun newspaper (the British royal family’s dog bites people and reports Newspapers), but they can still stand upright, presumably they have a very strong backing.

"Is this the place?" Don Quixote looked at the sign of the hotel, "Sinkid's hotel! What a unique name."

"Yes, sir, this hotel is exactly what you asked for, clean, dry and quiet!"

"Give me another newspaper, how much is the total amount. Sir, just give me three copper coins, two copper coins for a newspaper, and one copper coin for the guide!"

Don Quixote didn't have any change on him. Alsace just left him a pile of gold coins when he came out. So he took out a gold coin and handed it to the little boy. He believed that this clever little guy must know How to spend this gold coin while keeping yourself safe.

"Thank you, sir!" The little boy took the gold coin excitedly, thinking to himself, "I should have met the nobleman. Sure enough, the nobleman is generous!" He bowed to Don Quixote, turned around and walked slowly left.

"If I were you, I wouldn't give little Daniel a gold coin on a whim. It seems that your generosity is actually just bringing him danger!"

Accompanied by a crisp copper bell, Don Quixote just pushed open the door of the hotel when he heard a slightly old voice. Although the direction of the voice was not directed at him, the content must be talking to himself.

Don Quixote looked in the direction of the voice, he was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 years old, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face, sitting in the stage, and was hanging on the ceiling. The lamp looked at the newspaper.

Don Quixote walked slowly to the front of the stage, "It seems that you know that little guy, he is very smart, although he was a little excited with a gold coin, he was still able to leave in a normal state, which shows that he has already made up his mind ! It is safest to know what to do with that gold coin. My experience tells me not to underestimate women and children."

The middle-aged man curled his lips, put down the newspaper, and asked, "Do you want to stay in a hotel?" Obviously he didn't intend to dwell on the previous question, "The wall behind me is the location of the room. There are three floors in total. The one with the red card is someone."

Don Quixote lifted the cloak that had been covering his head and looked up, "I want the southmost room on the third floor, facing the sun!"

"Are you an ascetic?"

"Huh?" Don Quixote was taken aback, and after thinking about it, he found that Edward did not have this word in his memory.

"Although I don't know the profession of an ascetic, unfortunately, I am not. As you can see, I am an alchemist!"

"Alchemist?" The middle-aged man murmured the word again, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but it was only a flash, "Seeing that you are bald and tall, I thought you were an ascetic who."

"May I ask," Don Quixote was a little curious, thinking that I know the ascetic, "what is the profession of this ascetic? I have only heard of knights and wizards."

"Ascetics," the middle-aged man turned and took off the key on the wall. "Ascetics are not common in Britain. They act very low-key, so it's normal for you not to know. They fight like knights in close quarters, but they never use weapons, but bare hands. Looks like you, burly, most of them are bald, and most of them don't care about money, think of you just gave Daniel a gold coin before, plus your appearance, I thought you were ascetic."

"It turns out that Fei Lun still has such a profession, I want to see it if I have the chance!"

"If you have the opportunity to go to the Char Empire, it should be easy to achieve your wish, but I suggest you keep a distance from them, those people don't believe in any gods, they are desperate lunatics!" said the middle-aged man holding the key Handed it to Don Quixote, "For us, one silver coin for one day and one night, checkout at 10 noon every day, if you add [-] copper coins, you will have three meals a day! If you stay for more than a week, three meals will be provided for free! I don't know you How long do you want to stay?"

"Then stay for a week first," said Don Quixote, handing a gold coin to the middle-aged man, "My name is Don Quixote, and I don't know what to call you yet?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the sign at the door, "That's my name! Also, don't you have any silver coins?"

Don Quixote shrugged helplessly, "If I had, I wouldn't have given that little guy a gold coin..."

"Really, if you were younger and more tender, I would definitely think you were the young master who ran away from some noble lord's house. I don't have so much change now, and I will give it to you tomorrow."

"It's ok."

"Then come with me!" After saying that, Sinkid took Don Quixote to the third floor.

The floors and stairs of the hotel are all made of wood, but unexpectedly, there is no creaking sound when walking, it is very hard!Obviously, it has undergone special treatment, and it is estimated that it has been soaked in some medicine!

There is an exquisite hourglass-shaped wall lamp on every other section of the wall, exuding soft light. Don Quixote stopped in front of the wall lamp curiously, looked it over carefully, and couldn't help sighing, "It's great. Once the tiny sand-sized particles on the top of the hourglass fall into the light green liquid below, they will cause an alchemical reaction and emit a strong light. The amount of falling is not much, coupled with the refraction of this special liquid, so the light is unexpectedly soft, and there is a small iron piece horizontally in the middle of the hourglass, move the iron piece, insert it, the particles will be It will stop falling, then, the light will go out, which is really a good design!"

Speaking of this, Don Quixote straightened up and looked at Sinkid who said nothing, "It seems that you must have been a great alchemist in the past!"

With his hands behind his back, the keys in his hands made a crisp knocking sound, "How do you know that this was designed by me? Didn't I ask a certain alchemist to design it?"

At the door, "I said I was an alchemist, and there was a trace of nostalgia for the past in your eyes. If you are not an alchemist, how can you talk about nostalgia?"

"This..." Xin Kid didn't speak anymore, as if he had fallen into a deep memory.

At this moment, Don Quixote's eyes flashed, and he said slowly, "How is it? Everyone is an alchemist, let's go to my room to communicate together?"

It's a very common sentence, but to Xin Kidd's ears, it seems that this sentence has an irresistible magic power, making me agree!