Sky Dragon Rider

"Yes, yes! My Qingya is famous for its steamed bacon and pancakes!"

The overjoyed innkeeper nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"Okay, fifty copies first!"

Lin Mo took another gold coin on the table.

"Okay!" The owner of the inn yelled at the back hall, "One serving of steamed bacon and thick pancakes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head in disbelief, and tentatively asked in surprise, "Yes, fifty copies?"

"That's right! Fifty copies!"

Lin Mo flicked his fingers, and the gold coin spun gracefully on the table.

All the guests in the wine inn swallowed their saliva and stared at this golden gift.

The most capable miners in the town may not be able to earn a single gold coin after a year of hard work, and many of them have never seen what a gold coin looks like in their entire lives.

"Okay, okay!" The corner of the innkeeper's mouth twitched, he turned his head again, and shouted loudly: "It's not one, it's fifty!"

There seemed to be someone in the back hall who responded vaguely.

"Also, ask something!"

People come and go in the tavern, as can be seen from the scene just now, the residents of the town also like to come here, which is just convenient for Lin Mo to inquire about news.

Seeing Fat Sheep, no, the young master of the upper class popped out another gold coin and danced on the table, the owner of the inn laughed and carefully said, "Please tell me! If I, Qingya, know, I will know everything. "

But he curled his lips disapprovingly in his heart. This young master from a superior family probably read too many knight novels, and thought there would be some monsters in this run-down town.It's good to be a hero.

"Devil King, your doomsday has come. In the name of Knight King Saint Heyman, I will judge your sins! Die!"

"Ah! I'll be back!"

At the entrance of the wine inn, there was a group of brats running happily past each other.They are playing the game of the founding of the first Grand Head of the Republic of Portland.

"Is there any alchemist in this small town? The one with a very high rank."

Lin Mo fiddled with the two gold coins in his hands, making the innkeeper and guests stare intently.

In the e-mail sent by Qi Fei, the information about that human Lianzun was very crude and vague.All he could know was the name of the small town where he lived in seclusion, what it looked like, and nothing about his gender, age, or specific address.

But it was precisely because of this that Qi Fei was able to strike first.

"Hahaha, why do we have alchemists here? It's impossible for such a big man to take a fancy to our small place!"

"That's right, if you want to find an alchemist, you have to go to a big city. What can be found here, except stones, or stones."

"My young master, there is really nothing good here, you should go back and forth wherever you came from!"

Before the tavern owner opened his mouth, some miners who had come to order a few glasses of cheap and low-quality ale to get over their addiction started clamoring. In their opinion, such a high-class person came here to find someone.Almost unthinkable.

"If anyone can tell me, then I'll buy him a drink, the best!"

As if by magic, Lin Mo pressed a stack of gold coins on the table with at least 30 coins in his palm, which made the owner of the inn look straight at him and swallowed again with difficulty.

Everyone in the inn gasped in unison. Several burly men sitting in the corner looked at each other, eyes flashed, and continued to sip the ale mixed with water as if nothing had happened.

"You can go to the blacksmith shop at the east end of the town and ask. The son of the blacksmith Xikun heard that he learned alchemy from others a few years ago. I don't know if he is a master alchemist."

An old one-eyed alcoholic took a sip of wine after he finished speaking, concealing his unnaturalness and awe of the superiors, but he looked at Lin Mo expectantly, hoping that the clues he provided would be useful.In exchange for a good meal and a swig.

"Old Seri, what nonsense are you talking about. How could Xikun's son be an alchemist? Looking at his cowardly appearance, he was afraid of hitting his own foot with a hammer. If he were a master alchemist, my head would be smashed right now." Unscrew it and give it to you as a ball."

The owner of the inn said dismissively that in his opinion, the one-eyed old man was lying about drinking. He said to Lin Mo: "Master, you should go back quickly. There are really no alchemists in this town, and the barren mountains and wild mountains No, it's not safe."

Most of the residents in Moxin Town are kind and simple, but they are also unavoidable. His words are already hinting to Lin Mo with good intentions that if he shows so many gold coins in this impoverished town, he might be targeted. This is not a good thing.

"I will invite everyone to drink these gold coins until they are used up. I will go to the town first."

Lin Mo, who found nothing, directly slapped the gold coin in his hand on the table, but did not take it back.

"Master, you are so kind! Good man!"

"Wine, wine, serve the wine quickly, good wine!"

"Qingya, don't add any more water! Bring out your best wine, we'll have a good drink!"

"Drink to your heart's content! Haha! Be sure to get drunk!"

The wine inn was silent for a few breaths, and suddenly there was a burst of cheers.

As soon as Lin Mo walked to the door of the inn, he heard the owner of the inn shouting after he came back to his senses: "Master, what about the steamed bacon and pancakes you ordered?"

He waved his hands without looking back.

"Wait for me to come back, it won't be so fast anyway!"

The wine inn was boiling immediately, it was rare to have such a generous young master treat, today must be everyone's lucky day.

A moment after Lin Mo left, several men who had been silent in the corner of the inn suddenly stood up together.

The boss who Xizi carefully collected the gold coins yelled: "Black Hand, what are you going to do?"

One of the men with a swollen face, whose face shape is somewhat similar to the owner of the inn showed a fierce expression, pointed at the owner of the inn and said, "Don't meddle in your own business, Brother Qingya!"

The man next to him also stared at him with a malicious look on his face.

The extremely bustling inn immediately fell into dead silence, the owner of the inn couldn't help but shuddered, but he didn't dare to speak again, just like the other drinkers, he kept silent.

Although he had no idea, Lin Mo still planned to go to the blacksmith shop on the east side of the town to take a look.

If there is a mistake in the killing, maybe these ignorant civilians may have missed it.

Just after walking dozens of steps, an older child in tattered shorts and jacket suddenly ran into Lin Mo, apologized, and continued to fight with several other children of similar age, playing knight king to defeat the devil game.

Teenagers don't know what it means to be sad. These children are ignorant and don't know the hardships of life at all. Even if they don't have enough food and clothing, they still have to vent their vigorous energy.

Watching the group of children drift away, Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an inexplicable smile.

--(To be continued~^~)

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