Old Pippo was quietly wiping his beer glass behind the counter. His eyes seemed to be just staring at the glass in his hand, but actually he was secretly observing the only table guest in the tavern by the reflection of the iron hoop on the wine glass. It was a group of guys with thick leather and black rain. Their hard hoods and the scabbard of their raincoats let the boss not even have the courage to remind them to take off their raincoats. Instead, they could only listen to the sound of water dripping on the floor and echo the sound of rain outside the house.


    Hell, the maid who usually comes to help just two days ago went to the royal palace with her family for refuge. When these guys leave, the work of mopping the floor will still fall on them. Pippo frowned as he thought.


    He claimed that he was a small nobleman in a certain territory. He had a real estate directly under the royal family, and the maid was like a dog. God forbid that stupid woman will be killed by a rat man outside town with her lover. That''s how she left poor old Pippo to face these geeks. The tavern owner thought and spat on the floor, which apparently attracted the attention of people in black.


    "Cang clang!" The voice of the blade coming out of the sheath came from under the poncho. The man in black, who was more reckless, stood up. The dagger in his hand was particularly conspicuous in the dark tavern.


    "Ah! Ah! My Lord, spare your life! My Lord, spare your life Pippo didn''t expect these people to react so strongly. He threw the glass in his hand, and the whole person climbed to the floor behind the bar. He did not care that the spit just spit on his coat. He repeated begging words in his mouth, apparently without any doubt that these mysterious guys would kill themselves. However, Pippo''s judgment is also correct. Nowadays, rat people are rampant, and lords around the world have drawn a large number of military forces to the north. Not to mention passer-by Town, the security of many small cities has reached the brink of collapse. All kinds of crimes are common. In today''s world, killing people is not necessarily someone''s business. Especially on such a rainy night.


    Fortunately, things did not develop in that direction. The wine glass thrown by the boss turned over several times in the air and fell steadily into an old but still visible muscle hand. Roland and and hill just pushed the door into the pub. Before the magician had time to react to what had happened, he subconsciously caught the object flying in the face. "It seems that we are not here at the right time?" Roland looked at the man in black who stood up and the dagger in his hand, shrugged and said, "I thought I could finally find a place to smoke."


    "If you want to smoke, you can go out and hide under the eaves. Don''t make trouble for yourself, old man." The man with the dagger said maliciously, but he was held down by his companion.


    The man in black, whose voice sounded more steady, used his facial expression under his hood to hint his companion to put the dagger away. Roland and and hill stood at the door of the tavern, and no one could stop them from turning and running away. It''s better to be less troublesome. "I''m sorry, my companion is so nervous about the bad weather. I think there''s something I can do to make up for the shock he''s brought to some of you. " Say, that person takes out a gold coin from the small bag on the belt, think about it and change it into silver coin, put it on the bar. "I''d like to buy them a drink, and the rest will be your tip."


    Old Pippo stood up trembling when the man sat down again. He looked at the man in black and looked at Roland and and hill. The kind-hearted hotel owner wants to persuade the father and daughter, at least he thinks so, to stay away from the land of right and wrong, but he is afraid that the man in black will continue to do the same thing to himself after they leave. On balance, the fear of one''s own life prevails over the other. "Come in and have a seat! Come on, make it to the bar. There is just brewed winter wheat wine in the shop, which is enough to disperse the cold! "


    The boss''s words are more like entreaties than greetings. Roland tried not to laugh, which would have been too serious. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger by the door, and politely helped Hill take off his raincoat. "Come on, we must warm up. I feel like I can wring water out of my beard He said this as if they were just passing travelers who had to stop because of the bad weather.


    The woman doctor nodded and walked straight to the bar. She was not afraid of provocation. A few ordinary people with iron weapons were not rivals of Dementors. The magician coughed intentionally or unintentionally when he sat down. This was the secret signal that they had agreed before they entered the door. Roland didn''t want to do it, at least until he knew whether these people were related to the motorcade on the street and what they were doing here.


    The boss quickly brought two wine glasses. Roland''s Oak glass contained a slow glass of winter wheat wine, while Hill''s fine glass was dark red wine. "It''s so spicy that I don''t think women would like it." Pippo scratched his head to explain why the drinks were different. The Dementor glanced at him, picked up the glass in front of her and drank it down. She was not affected by alcohol at all. It was no different from wine for her and drinking water. However, the boss did not know this. He looked at the scene in front of him, and did not know how to react for a moment.


    "I think what she means is that it doesn''t matter." The magician raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "besides, please give us something to eat. There is no place to eat along the way."


    The boss nodded, but then he thought of something and said, "sorry, there are only cheese and sausages left in the food store. I don''t know if they are...""Of course, if you have a hot bite, thank the king." Said Roland. But his words had a stimulating effect.


    "The king is dead!" One of the men in black whispered.


    Roland patted his head and raised his glass to the man. "Sorry, look at my memory. It''s easy to forget when I''m old. I mourn for his majesty sitter. " With that, he drank half a glass of ale.


    "Hum." The man snorted coldly and said nothing more. But his attitude was not like mourning the death of the king.


    "Do you smell it?" The magician turned to ask hill.


    "Smell what?" The woman doctor did not know why.


    Roland raised one side of his mouth high, pausing for a few seconds before saying, "the smell of roast sausage. Well, I think the boss found us some beans."


    Sure enough, Pippo, in an ill fitting apron, brought up two portions of sausage, cheese and boiled beans. "I''m sorry, my chef died in the hands of the rat man a few days ago. I hope you don''t pay too much attention to the taste."


    The magician shrugged his shoulders and looked regretfully, "you mean the one hanging at the mouth of the town? That''s a big guy. I haven''t seen such a big rat yet


    A commotion came from the men in black behind them. They thought they had lowered the volume to a low enough level, but Roland still heard what they said, "ignorant country bumpkin."


    The poor tavern owner didn''t know this. He looked around and carefully approached the magician and said, "I hope it won''t upset you, but it''s not that one. To be honest, a few days ago, there were a lot of rat people around here, but these days, they disappeared like evaporation! I have the courage to open a shop at this time. After all, I have to live a bad life. "


    Roland listened and shook his glass. He took out his pipe from his arms and filled it with some tobacco. After lighting it, he took a careful puff. "It''s weird. Where are they going?"


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