Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Lucky Novice
The day after Lati recovered, she appeared with Dagon in White Horse Town. When the family was still around, she would come every two weeks or so, but this time it was very different. First she cut most of her hair, put on a little boy's clothes, and covered her mouth and nose with a scarf. Secondly, her current name is Merlin, she has no surname, and can only reveal her true identity to acquaintances with Dagon's consent. In the end, she used to come with her family by her side, but now there is only one dwarf who has not seen each other for less than four days.

"Don't reveal your identity, try to get me to speak so I can at least be consistent." Dagon felt even more nervous than Lati, who was also the first to attempt this kind of intelligence reconnaissance. As everyone knows, dwarves aren't good at deceiving people, so Gerros asks him to "be yourself, as long as you don't have anything to do with the golden dog Chamber of Commerce."

Just not Say, it's not a lie, so the difficulty is lower, right? Dagon at first also thought so, but as White Horse Town gradually became clear in his vision, his heart became more and more uneasy, and he always felt that the road ahead was full of uncertain changes and various risks.

White Horse Town was once a place to raise horses for the king, but the decline of the horse breed has left only a handful of families still engaged in the business of raising horses. The original pastures and horse farms have been converted into farmland or vineyards, and winemaking has become an emerging industry in White Horse Town, exuding vitality.

About 4,000 people live around, and nearly 3,000 people live in White Horse Town, the core area. There are three vertical, three horizontal and six main roads, and there is an approximately circular ring road outside. White Horse Town did not build a city wall, the only defense facilities were the fences of each household. The Lord's Mansion is just a larger manor, and its responsibilities are more for entertaining guests who come for hunting or horse racing, not for defense. Borge Mafeng and the others also noticed the weakness of the defense and set this as their target.

The town is littered with wooden houses, all of the same heights of design, that look uncharacteristic, as if everyone here shares a blueprint of architecture. For the once-developed horse breeding and horse racing industries, the roads here are wide and straight. Although the space has been occupied by some chaotic houses recently, the illusion of the past glory can still be seen.

It's a pity that the dirt road in the town was very muddy under the torrential rain called "Reality". After three consecutive days of exposure to the sun, the water in the ditches and pits was evaporated to dryness, and the rudimentary and dilapidated truths could only be revealed to the world.

The town's life is poor and monotonous. Apart from the liveliness of the lord's mansion, there is probably only the "Hall of Sweat and Blood" worth seeing. This well-known local hotel is a fourth layer building, said to be as high as the lord's palace, until the top of the lord's palace was secretly increased when the bell tower was repaired a hundred years ago. All caravans, mercenaries or any travelers who pass through White Horse Town, as long as they are not shy, will first go to this hotel to rest.

The "Hall of Sweat and Blood" at this time is full of people and friends. Locals and foreigners, as well as "immigrants" who have become locals but still carry the habits of other places, are mixed together, and at the same time they are busy enjoying their own happiness. From their clothes, speech and behavior, it can basically be judged where they come from and what occupation they usually live on.

Those who are open strife and veiled struggle over the price of goods are not Dagon's target, those who tell vulgar jokes and try to get a hand on the waitress' ass are not Dagon's target, those Dagon's goal is not even a woman who wears heavy makeup and flaunts her beauty and takes the initiative to drill into the arms of the rich. He came to White Horse Town for one purpose: to understand the situation in the town and to obtain services for follow-up actions.

“A dwarf?”

When Dagon watched others, others watched him. Dwarves are uncommon in White Horse Town, but not as rare as the lord's tax exemption and the elf's mercy. Due to the wars that have broken out between humans and dwarves, White Horse Town, a supply place for warhorses, has maintained a tradition of vigilance against dwarves. So, the innkeeper wearing a red and white checkered apron frowned, leaned on the bar and looked at Dagon, guessing his purpose. At the same time, he wiped the wooden wine glass that seemed to never be clean with a rag, thinking it was a cover-up.

It doesn't feel good to be watched by dozens of lines of sight, but Dagon quickly discovered that they were not paying more attention to their expressions, but the polearms behind them. The people who drink, eat, play and work in this hotel are not armed, at least on the surface. On the wall at the entrance of the hotel, a rusted iron sign on the corner reads "No weapons, no fighting" in simplified language.

Dagon saw the sign and pretended not to understand. In such a place where fish and dragons are mixed in together, the headhunter is his reliance and confidence. Anyway, a big beard could hide his expression, so he took Merlin—that is, Lati, with a hunting axe as a cane, and went straight through the crowd to the innkeeper.

"No weapons allowed here," said the innkeeper, putting down his glass. At this time, he noticed that Dagon's beard ring is golden, it is definitely not bronze, but he is not completely sure that it is gold. In short, it seems to be a rare material, so he thinks that he should soften his tone a little bit, Said, "Would you like to eat or live?"

"Eat, live." Dagon popped out two simplified words, then opened his pocket and took out five dwarf gold coins. "Okay?"

"I can speak the Jiangu language." The innkeeper finally understood what was going on. "Dear Jiangu guests, there is no problem with eating and accommodation, but this shop is not allowed to carry weapons."

"Jiangu clansman can fight, and his body is covered with weapons." Dagon speak frankly: "I'm going to use my head and my hands, which are better weapons than a battle axe. Are you going to chop off my hands and chop off my head too?"

"That won't happen."

"Right, it's not over. Jiangu clansman, I'm not looking for trouble with you, if others don't hit me, I won't hit others; if others don't use weapons, I won't use weapons. But if you want me to hand over the weapon, you'll have to see if you can beat me."

"I'm not fighting you, I'm running a business to make money."

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"Hey, that's right. So it's a hassle for you humans to go around and talk." Dagon looked around, then said, "Do you have any bubbly here?"

"No."

"Water crab red?" "No." "Hot trumpet?" "Neither." "Bear lizard mead?" "This one is still not available."

Dagon made up a bunch of wine names. Anyway, he linked any two nouns together, or added color, or added taste, and added a word for wine. It sounds bluffing enough. He intuited that this would make it appear unfathomable, and there would be a way to prevaricate if something strange or something went wrong. After reporting the four names, although he felt that it was almost the same, he still said the fifth: "You don't have the wasp flame here?"

"This one does!" The Boss's words almost didn't let Dagon Back off. "It's actually called the flame hornet, which is our specialty here. You must have heard of it from other distinguished guests, right?"

"I heard it mentioned, but not in detail. Tell me?" Dagon said: "I don't have a good memory. I just heard the name and forgot the store. I'm really sorry, sorry." Give him the most basic conversation skills. Including: more people to talk about, more praise, more sympathy, and more analogies. "When that person thinks you have the same emotions, memories, and feelings as him, he involuntarily sees you as him in the mirror and thinks you can trust him," he said.

"Hey, guest. I'm very relieved to be able to remember the name. I promise, after you taste it, you will definitely remember the name of the temple of my sweat and blood." The innkeeper proudly spoke of his specialty: "This flame wasp has a unique taste. , just like after igniting a hornet's nest, the swarms fly around, the sensation of stimulation first constantly disturbs the tongue and throat, and then followed by bundles of heat flow into the stomach, as if a hornet on fire flew in again."

"It sounds very exciting..." Dagon licked his ears, and Brace oneself said, "How do you taste this wine?"

The owner smiled slightly, took out a small glass, and inside Can hold as much as a thumbs-up of a little wine. "Since you're talking about the wine, you can't take money—just this one. You have to understand that in addition to the winemaker, I also have to open a shop to make money."

Dagon then knew he was doing the right thing. Yes, but he'd rather he didn't do it right. He used the word "pin" according to the owner's meaning, which was right; if he said "sale", it would not be in line with the identity and performance of the wine he quoted so many names, as if he was a wine taster.

Some suspicious liquid that was colorless, transparent and even tasteless was poured into the wine glass, and then the owner hid the wine bottle as fast as possible. He motioned for Dagon to taste it, looking around him warily, as if someone were coming to steal his wine. Dagon neither likes nor hates drinking, he just doesn't have the habit. If a pound of wine and a tael of meat are placed in front of him, he will choose meat a hundred times out of a hundred, unless he can immediately sell the wine and replace it with more than a tael of meat.

Lifting the cup, he didn't smell the wine, but the elemental aura, and it was three kinds of water, fire, and wood. It was very similar to the "Snow Red" he drank at his Jiangu City banquet. There are two elements in the wine that the real dwarf His Royal Highness Levanke tricked him into drinking, and there are actually three here, and it can maintain a restrained and perfect balance. He began to understand why the innkeeper was careful to hide and tuck, and watch others like a thief. At that time, after Levanco had a drink with him, didn't he hurriedly want to remove Xuelihong?

Dagon tilted his head slightly, naturally showing an expression of "I understand you", and the inn Boss also nodded slightly and responded with "I understand". Since it is an elemental wine, Dagon has a bottom line in his heart. He took a sniff, and then mobilized his mana to regard the wine as an environmental element. After adding the cycle, he raised his head and drank it directly.

The cycle is sped up, aquatic wood, wood creates fire, which is the Dagon's innate talent part of the elemental cycle. If the current acceleration is maintained, Dagon feels that he can add about 100 cycles a day, which is a 10% increase. This elemental drink not only made his mana accumulation faster, but even had the feeling of strengthening the word "yong" rune.

"Okay, that's nice." Dagon thought it wasn't enough. On the one hand, it is drinking less, and on the other hand, the elements are deviated. He felt that if the three elements of "gold, water, and wood" were balanced, they could supplement themselves, and perhaps the effect would be better.

"How much is it, I want to pay more." No matter if you really buy it or not, you must have this attitude.

"Shh, the lord's people are here, don't talk about it, don't talk about it." The innkeeper lowered his voice and missed a word to Dagon from the corner of his mouth. Then he stood up straight and waved his hand: "Ah, here you are!"

(end of this chapter)