Duke of Grief

"Do you have any thoughts?" the maid asked, looking at the scenery outside the window.

She turned her head and looked at Cervantes. "That's a group of people who are constantly struggling on the edge of life and death, good and evil. Do you have any thoughts after seeing them?"

"They are not strong enough!" Black Dragon snorted softly.

"You..."

Poke the black dragon's cheek with the index finger, the maid sighed helplessly.

After thinking about it, Cervantes reluctantly concluded: "In the end, we still have too little time. If we can have more time to prepare, we will not be in a hurry at this time. However, You don’t have to worry too much. After all, you only have less than a year to take over the sorrowful wind. Now, it’s already done very well. Even if other people have your knowledge, you may not be able to do better. Hello there."

Hearing his words, the maid smiled and asked, "Is that good?"

"of course!"

The maid froze for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red when facing Cervantes' directness.

He kicked Cervantes under the chair with a low voice, "What are you talking about..."

"I was serious!"

"I know you're serious!" The maid's index fingers twisted together, "But it's shy to say that..."

"Is there?" Heilong tilted his head for a moment and shook his head. "No!"

The maid stiffened and the carriage stopped. She glared at Cervantes and said angrily, "Get off!"

Then she rushed down the carriage, and a black dragon followed her, scratching her head.

"Are you shy"?

Cervantes thought about it, no!

This is an old hotel. The signs and walls have been mottled, the door is open, and the inside is full of voices.

Because they came out to inspect the refugee camps, the maid planned to simply inspect the territories along the way. Instead of borrowing from the residence of the local nobility, they ran out and found a hotel to live in.

This is a small town called ‘Vico’, which makes money from ‘alcohol’ and ‘fur’. It is a supply point on a business road that leads to Wind City. The local aristocracy makes a lot of money and is very rich.

Because this town is related to the "liquor business", the dwarves are also everywhere. Who made the old duke a person who survived the war more than 800 years ago? Xu Shi still remembers the scene where many races sprinkled blood together for the same goal, so there are many other races in the sad wind.

Among them, the dwarves are the most in number and the elves are the least.

In the sad wind collar, basically no elves can be seen, or on the whole continent, elves are very rare.

As a short-lived species, humans are always good at "forgetting". Hundreds of years have passed. People have long forgotten the original tragic and unity. People blinded by interests and stained their hearts have formed one after another. 'Slaughter team', capture slaves everywhere.

The elves used to have a great civilization, but they have long since passed away, and now it is humanity who ruled'Sloe Mendes'.

Humans who claim to be the lord of the continent are no longer satisfied with their existing lives, but they have extended the hand of greed to other races.

In large noble families, elf slaves are not uncommon, but'they' or'they' are generally hidden deep by those nobles, otherwise if they are known by those'wood heads', it is likely to cause a war .

In a traditional aristocratic family, it is not surprising that there is an ‘ancestral elf’, but this is not found in the mourning wind, otherwise the figure of the elf will not appear here.

When the maid and Cervantes stepped into the door of the hotel, the people around were suddenly quiet, and then the hotel became noisy again.

Cervantes was tall, but the clothes he wore looked cheap, his body was thin and weak, and he did not have any weapons. No one thought he had any threats.

As for Serena, she wore a maid costume, did not wear a traditional mage robe or cloak, and more importantly did not carry a ‘spell book’, so those who watched them were immediately at ease.

"Boss, is there a room?"

The maid's voice was not clear, and after the time was tempered, it became hoarse, but it also became more'feety'.

Because of her voice, she also received a lot of attention.

The innkeeper looked at them a few times and nodded, "There are two more."

"Then give us one." The maid took out a silver coin. "Give us two lunches."

"Three days." The boss picked up the silver coin with two fingers.

Three days?

The maid waved indifferently and found an empty table and sat down.

General hotels have annexed taverns, and such a pure hotel is rare.

A few people on the side looked at each other and nodded. One stood up and walked to the table where the black dragon and the maid sat.

"Azuya passed..."

"It's them again..."

"Who made them well informed?"

The whispers around him were taken into his ears by Cervantes. He turned his head to the side and asked the "Azuya": "Is there anything?"

"I don't know why the two came here?"

"Azuya" said with a smile: "Ah, no need to answer, I just want to say, is there anything you need to know?"

"Huh? So direct?" Cervantes raised an eyebrow, while the maid sat quietly watching Cervantes' performance.

Hearing this, ‘Azuya’ grinned and sat down opposite Cervantes, leaning forward with his hands on the table.

"This town is big or small, small or small, the location is still very delicate, and people who can find'here'," he tapped on the wooden table with his index finger, indicating the hotel, "in addition to other hotels and taverns When there are no places to live, only people like you will come here!"

"'A man like us'?" Heilong narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice: "How to say?"

Azua smiled and raised two fingers. "Two people," he pointed at the counter. "It's not obvious enough to do it."

Cervantes mopped his chin. "It's a bit interesting... what else?"

Azua froze for a moment, and took back the hand that was about to be stretched out. "The last point, you were so calm just now, it was already expected that we would come to contact you... It may not be us, in short, you I think someone will take the initiative to contact you. Only the "veteran" will have this confidence, and the newcomer will be a little nervous anyway."

"So?"

Suddenly, a silver coin appeared in the hands of Cervantes, and the silver coin jumped flexibly at the fingertips, attracting Azua's attention.

Watching the silver coin turn into a vivid silver snake across the finger, Azua swallowed and said, "A seasoned but adventurous adventurer who has accepted the mission, or is' 'Spy agent', this is what I can imagine, but it doesn't matter, does it?"

"Yes, not important!"

Cervantes turned the palm of his hand, and the silver coin was covered on the table by him. He smiled and said, "We need some news. Let me talk first?"

"Uh..." Azua hesitated.

What does he mean? Do you want to guess your profession?

Then, with a faint smile on Cervantes' face, **** were lifted up gently, so that Azua sitting opposite saw a touch of'yellow'.

Asuya shivered and sat down, clearing her throat, and said, "Cough, sir, what do you want to ask? As long as it's about the town and its surroundings, even if it's the whole thing about the wind, we can answer it."

Cervantes turned to look at the maid, and Azua looked over. Then he saw the maid make a gesture--

Azua widened her eyes and almost fell off her chair.

"Your lunch!"

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The innkeeper put two white breads and two potato soups in front of the black dragon and the maid, glanced at Azua before turning around and leaving.

Azua gasped and was scared out of the cold sweat.

"...What do you mean?" He was so scared that his face was pale.

"All you need to tell us is enough..." Cervantes took a bite of bread and said in a faint voice: "This is not what you should control."

Azua was silent.

He knew what the gesture was.

So he will be scared, he will feel scared, and he will ask the sentence rudely...

That gesture is a symbol of "Dragon worship"!

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