Your Highness, please spare the concubine

After searching on the map, she couldn't help asking: "Your Highness, what are we going to do in this remote place?"

"Look for a small village." Willis closed her eyes and said.

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In the middle of the night, Di Moluo and his apprentice Phil finally came to a small town.

At night, the town is lit up with lights.

Although most of the houses have turned off their lights, at this time, many shops and houses are still lit with oil lamps.

For example, a tavern.

"Why isn't there even a street light in this place?"

Di Molo complained a little.

Walking on the street full of all kinds of garbage, from time to time, you will step on slightly rotten vegetable leaves and fall.

Now Di Molo was tired and thirsty and sleepy.

He has not eaten for several days, and now he can be said to be very hungry.

"Master, this is just a small town. Unless it's not necessary, street lights are generally not lit." Feier reminded.

He was born in a poor boy, so he understands these things fairly well.

Because that would consume magic spar, as well as money.

You also need to spend money to hire a magician who specializes in lighting lamps.

This is an unnecessary expense for a small town.

Feil supported the dwarf blacksmith, then pointed to a tavern in front of him.

"Master, look, there is still a tavern open there, let's go over and ask for some food!"

Hearing this, Di Moluo snorted immediately: "Please!? I came to this poor place to give them face. After hearing my name as Di Moluo Blacksmith Master, why don't they obediently send food!?"

That being said, the dwarf looked longingly in the direction of the tavern.

Kicked out of Wushi City, let alone bring any convenient iron tools.

Not even a single child was left for them.

Now the two can be said to be penniless.

To eat, besides begging, is to see if you can find a job.

"Yes, yes, master's name spreads far and wide!"

Feier flattered, and then said truthfully: "But in a small town like this, I'm afraid I don't have the qualifications to have heard of your name, Master..."

"So you wait outside for a while, let me negotiate with the apprentice?"

In the past two days, Phil also understood.

No matter how Di Moluo reported himself as a master blacksmith, he could exchange food for rewards such as iron forging.

But without exception, they were either driven away as liars or severely beaten.

This thing is simply wicked.

It stands to reason that when the world sees a dwarf, the other party claims to be a master blacksmith, so he should be polite no matter what.

Even if you doubt his strength, you can't meet him like seeing a thief, right?

With the lessons learned from the past, Fair was afraid that he would be kicked out by the people in the tavern as soon as Di Moluo showed up.

So this time volunteered.

"Hmph! It's fine, I didn't raise you for all these years in vain."

"Then master, wait here, I'll go in and have a look..."

Phil supported Di Moluo to rest against the corner, and walked into the tavern by himself.

In the tavern, there are still three tables at the moment, and almost a dozen people are drinking loudly.

There was a mess on the table, and two puppies were picking up leaks on the ground.

Hearing the movement, he immediately barked twice at Feier.

The dozen or so big men who were drinking were stunned for two seconds, because in the middle of the night, it was difficult to see a thin young man like Phil coming to the tavern...

So the eyes of the big guys are all looking up and down at him.

Clothed in rags and dirty, with frivolous steps, and frail.

If it was worse, people would believe that they were beggars.

Enduring the malicious stares of these people, Fer came to the counter.

"Excuse me... do you still have food here?"

Feier's eyes couldn't help drifting to the door of the inner room beside him.

There should be a kitchen and a warehouse inside, and the aroma of food wafts from inside beckoning him temptingly.

If you listen carefully, there are human voices.

Fer swallowed, feeling that all the cells in his body were urging him to go inside and have a full meal.

"Sir, there are cooked food and thick soup in the shop, as well as warm wine and spirits. I wonder what you want?"

The waiter did not despise him because of his appearance, but asked sweetly.

Phil glanced at her.

The other party looks ordinary, but his smile is very sweet, and he has small dimples.

Although he was not very old, he was a little surprised that he stood alone at the front desk without any timidity.

It looks like she's used to the job.

"Oh, that kid must have taken a fancy to Ruili, right?"

"Just rely on him? Hehe, if he dares to say yes, I will twist him into a round pot and kick him like a ball!"

The drunkards behind him laughed mockingly.

Fei Er ignored it, but said in a trembling voice: "Can you bring me a thick soup, three catties of beef, and a bucket of warm wine?"

"Yes, yes." The waiter called Ruili by the big men nodded and said, "But sir, please pay first."

Ordinary people naturally do not have this rule.

But Phil looks too much like he's here to eat a king's meal, so Ruili's request is also very normal.

It's just that where does Phil have money?

Facing Ruili's questioning eyes, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

He asked in a low voice, "Well... are there any shortages here? I can work part-time to pay back the meal."

"If you need a blacksmith, my master and I are waiting outside, we are absolutely confident that we can forge any weapons and equipment you want..."

Although his voice was quiet enough, he was still overheard by a few big guys who came over to eavesdrop.

"Haha, this kid really has no money, and he still wants to come to eat the overlord's meal!?"

"Don't be your beggar, how dare you pretend to be a blacksmith!? If you are a blacksmith, I will be the sword emperor, haha..."

Before Feier could recover, he was punched to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a big man reeking of alcohol and flushed all over his body rushed forward.

Phil wanted to struggle, but was held down tightly by the opponent.

"No, no! I'm not a beggar, I'm really..."

"What is it really!? A beggar!?"

The opponent hit him on the nose with a fist.

"I said you are a beggar, you are a beggar!"

"And your master Lao Shizi, I'm afraid he is also a beggar at the master level of blacksmithing?"

"The beggar and the master beggar, haha, they are a perfect match!"

The drunks in the tavern laughed.

Feier gritted his teeth and dared not speak, and he didn't have much strength to resist.

Fortunately, the big drunkard just hit him once and didn't continue, but picked him up and walked out.

"Miss Ruili, I won't bother you, let's help you throw out this beggar who wants to eat the overlord's meal!"

The girl at the front desk nodded helplessly: "Don't hit people..."

"Don't worry! I'm afraid that the beggar will die with two more punches. If he dies here, it will cause trouble for everyone."

But when the drunkard threw Fer into the street outside, a dwarf rushed forward with a weak cry.

"Damn it, I've had enough! I'm leaving this bullshit empire!"

Di Moluo has been secretly watching Fair's situation outside the tavern.

Now seeing him being thrown out as a beggar, they call him a beggar master.

Di Moluo finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Before then, I will teach you bastards a lesson! If you dare to bully me, Di Moluo, don't even think about it!"

Then, he aggressively kicked the drunkard's crotch.

Although Di Moluo is exhausted now, his lower body is a human weakness, a weak point!

And the big man drank too much again, he was defenseless, and he kicked him, and the drunkard was stunned for a moment.

Afterwards, Di Moluo punched directly close to him, and made up again.

In an instant, the drunkard was half sober.

His eyes widened, his mouth widened, and he covered his lower body like a goose stretching its neck backwards...

Goose~goose~goose~!

Then fell to the ground, screaming.

The movement here immediately attracted other people and the two dogs in the tavern.

They rushed out to take a look, and were immediately furious.

"Grandma, two beggars dare to be arrogant! Brothers, beat me up! Beat me to death!"

Soon, raindrops of attacks fell on the two of them.

Di Moluo and Feier were quickly beaten out of breath.

Ruili hurried out to stop them, and then drove away the troublesome alcoholics.

At this moment, Ofelia came out of the kitchen in the tavern with a few sergeants.

Looking at the two people who had fainted from the pain.

"Are they all right?"

"No, it's all right... just fainted. Miss, military masters, are you just waiting for these two...beggars inside?"

Riley asked uncertainly.

Ophelia didn't say it clearly, but asked the sergeant next to him to take care of the two of Di Moluo, feed them something to eat, and treat their injuries.

Turning her head, Ophelia looked at Ruili suspiciously.

"Your name is Ruili? Do you know those drunkards just now?"

"I came here a few days ago, and I come here for drinks every night...so I'm a new acquaintance." Ruili replied.

These alcoholics are rough and rough, but they get to know each other quickly.

"Outsiders?" Ofelia looked towards the night outside the tavern, "Where do you live? I think there are swordsmen among them?"

"There are 14 of them together, including 6 swordsmen and 1 swordsman." Ruili replied, "They live in the hotel over there."

"How could such a person come to this small town?" Ophelia asked again.