Shaman from Afar

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"what happened?"

The smiling black-haired wizard didn't change his face. While holding up his glass, he didn't forget to glance at the expressions of the people in the tavern. The bright red blood like blood dropped down the throat.

Well, it tastes good.

I was still watching the lively guests who turned their eyes to him, and several young people lying on the ground looked at each other. Even the pub owner couldn't help but turned his head, staring at the face of the dark-haired wizard.

Loren turned his gaze to his side, and Vivian, who was holding the hip flask, trembled like a rabbit, and said tremblingly, "No, nothing, nothing ..."

Before she had finished speaking, she quickly turned around and fled back to the kitchen.

Loren shrugged and bowed his head thoughtfully; the wine in the glass was bloody, reflecting his sneering expression.

It's so obvious that even a fool can sense that something is wrong ... While putting down the glass, the dark-haired wizard has instinctively pressed his right hand against the dagger in his waist.

"Okay! Look at you, are you still like a benefactor ?!"

The pub owner sneered: "If you stare at my guests like this, don't you want to drink the wine made by our little Vivienne one by one!"

When the words fell, the awakened drinkers lowered their heads again, and several young people climbed up on their own, but the lively atmosphere was no longer there; the black-haired wizard with low eyebrows also took his hands from the waist. take away.

"Sorry, this gentleman, I hope you haven't disturbed your interest in drinking." The pub owner came straight and stared at Loren, and walked behind the counter with a strong smile on his face: "Today is a special situation. We do n’t usually do that here. "

"Excuse me ... Did something happen in the Red Blood Castle?" The dark-haired wizard was very cooperative with a worried expression: "Our relatives are there, if ..."

"Are you really coming to Byrne for the first time, and for the first time at Red Blood Castle?" The tavern boss interrupted him abruptly, his expression a little dignified.

"the first time."

"On the way, I never heard anyone talk about anything?"

"I came back while I was approaching midsummer, and since I left East Sackland, I haven't stayed there anymore."

Only this sentence Loren did not completely lie-in this era of no instant messaging, the most troublesome problem of wilderness trekking is that it is easy to be isolated from the world and know nothing about what is happening outside.

"That's no wonder." The pub sighed, looking at the guests behind Loren with a helpless look: "So ... your relatives are in Red Blood Castle?"

"Uh ... yes."

"Then I advise you not to go, go back quickly; or go shopping elsewhere-it is midsummer soon, and there are more beautiful castles in Byrne than in Red Blood Castle."

He said that he lowered his voice deliberately, and suddenly he smiled, "It's okay to stay or not ... I think our little Vivienne likes you a little bit, she doesn't usually say so much to guests!"

"Red Blood Castle ... What's the matter ?!" The dark-haired wizard widened his eyes and got up quickly, looking nervously at the tavern owner.

"Ah? Er ... It's an accident, but you don't have to be nervous, your relatives should have nothing to do." Seeing Loren's startled tavern owner waved his hand and asked him to sit down:

"I let you persuade you to go because now the Red Blood Castle has blocked the roads and city gates, and there are Luca and martial law patrols everywhere. It is impossible for foreigners like you alone to enter the city."

"Block the road?" Loren continued to ask: "Why block the road and the gate ... sorry, can you tell me more about it?"

"You ... oh!" The pub owner's expression was a little complicated, and he shook his head helplessly: "Anyway, this matter is well known in Bayern, telling you is fine."

"But you can't say it! Now the Red Blood Castle is very tightly arrested, and spreading rumors is a felony. Once it is known by any knight and patrolling soldiers, it will be trouble-now the Red Blood Castle is outside the light It ’s because this hanged businessman and refugee is almost a dozen or so! "

"Red Blood Castle?" The dark-haired wizard frowned slightly. "Is it the Turin family, and no other count has accused them of doing this?"

"Turin family, who said it is the Turin family?" The pub owner gave him a confused look:

"Of course it was the order of Governor Baine-now the Earl of Turin is a little girl. Where else can the Lord Earl listen to them? At present, he can command the entire Byrne and let the Earl Lord obediently obey, and only that Lord Governor. "

"Oh, I see."

The dark-haired wizard had an expression of sudden enlightenment, and a cold, hard-to-detect cold gleam in the corner of his eyes, thoughtful.

Blocking gates and roads, suppressing rumors, and prohibiting outsiders ... It seems that Governor Baine ’s authority now exceeds his expectations, and the threats faced by the Turin family are far more serious than Charlotte Turin said. .

"This thing ... It should have been more than a month ago at the earliest." The pub owner slowly said: "A baron master died inexplicably in his home, and his body was smelly before he was discovered by his servant."

"It ’s not a problem to say that it ’s just a dead person-but the trouble is troubled by the baron lord. Their family is a famous money lender in Red Blood Castle. There are two vineyards and a copper mine under their name. The Governor's Mansion also has business dealings! "

"Governor Byrne ordered a strict investigation of this matter, which was originally thought to be over, but who thought more and more results!"

Speaking of this, the pub owner's eyes flicked suddenly and glanced at the guests in the shop before carefully lowering his head and whispering in a dumb throat: "And ... I heard that when those people died, there was no drop of blood left on their bodies and they were all drawn Done! "

"Drained ?!"

"Yes, it's because of this ... the adults in the Governor's Mansion decided that this thing was done by a vampire!" The tavern owner's eyes flashed with a hint of fear, but he still said to himself:

"But you don't have to be afraid. It is said that this vampire's mouth is particularly picky, only looking for the rich and powerful aristocrats, and never treats us like civilians ... hey, your relatives should not be what Lord noble? "

"No, our family is just a small family, and we don't do any business." The dark-haired wizard's expression was also a little nervous: "Choose vampires who have the power of powerful aristocrats ... Isn't it related to them?"

"It's good to be stable. As long as we civilians are alive, everything will be fine. Conspiracy and tricks, vampire monsters or something, let the noble masters toss!"

The pub sighed and looked up at Loren. "How about, would you like another drink? No need to leave tonight, we also have rooms here."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm really sorry." Loren, who looked calm, smiled lightly and placed a small stack of silver coins on the table: "It's not too early, and I should start."

"I have said so much, you still have to leave?" The pub sighed, but still refused to give up: "We Vivian of our family really likes you ... as long as you really treat her well, you go to Egypt I do n’t mind Boden! "

During the conversation, a small head came out of the back kitchen, his big eyes blinking at the dark-haired wizard.

"Sorry ~ www.readwn.com ~ But I still have to try my luck." Loren had to tilt his head and smiled at the pub owner: "They are my only relatives-since I know, of course I can't be like this give up."

"Also ... Although I disappointed your good intentions, I am still very young and have no plans to start a family for the time being. It is really a pity!"

"Young people, one by one refuses to listen!"

The frowning pub sighed again, picked up the bottle on the counter and wiped it up; only then did he bow his head, when he looked up again, there was no black wizard in front of the counter.

There was only a stack of silver coins, a glass of drunk wine, and a plate with only a little gingerbread.

"That ... who of you saw him leave?"

The pub owner was stunned and asked in surprise. The guests in the pub also shook their heads, their faces blank.

"This Mr. Ebden is really impatient ... Hey, he runs so fast and says he won't fight!" Mobile phone users, please browse for a better reading experience.