If you want to know where the chess game is, we need to adjust the time to some extent before the mage is halfway through. At that time, an old man came up on the iron felt road. The old man carried a stove on his back, carbon in a bag in one hand, and a string of small fish in the stove in the other hand.


    At first, the dwarfs regarded him as an ordinary passer-by. They didn''t care much until he set up a stove by Charlene''s door, poured carbon in and ignited it with kindling materials. Then they realized that he was coming here to do business. It''s rare for humans to do business in dwarf territory.


    The dwarfs gathered to see what the old man was going to take out. As a result, when they saw those poor fish, they all lost interest and scattered in succession. Dwarves don''t reject fish, but they don''t like eating food that will be chewed into chyme before they have time to taste it. Therefore, the special food of dwarves often has larger weight and the toughness that makes all races except dwarves feel tired.


    The old man didn''t care about the dwarf''s leaving. He didn''t yell or detain him, but silently tested the temperature of the charcoal fire and fanned the dark red flame with a small fan. His customers are still in the future. The fish in his hand is still carrying the river water, so it is only the first step to open the mouth and draw intestines. String the fish with wooden sticks behind him does not mean that he is ready to embrace the flame.


    It also needs many delicate and complicated processes, so that the small fish growing in the stains can be called food. But even so, it doesn''t taste good, it just can be eaten. This kind of business will only lose money in any way.


    The old man who can roast fish is always enjoying the loss making business. Every time he goes to a place, he needs to know what is the least favorite thing in this place, and he must go to see for himself what the food is taboo here, and then he must turn what he can''t eat into something that can be eaten by means of regardless of the cost, and certainly will not change it from edible to delicious.


    If we say that Shi Lao''s carving is a work of nature, the fisherman''s practice is to fight against people''s common sense. If you say that it is rotten, he wants to prove to you that although there is no magic in the decay, it is not as bad as you think. This is their practice.


    "Hum, hem" the old man with the charcoal fire sat on the ground without any image, humming an exotic tune in his nose. After waiting, the charcoal fire has finally reached a large and not small state, most suitable for baking. Those fish, also through the fishy, were put aside, waiting for the final transformation. Maybe when the fisherman put the first fish on the charcoal fire, he looked at the gap between the houses.


    "Wait a minute. It''s just baked." I don''t know who this is for, but there is no one around him waiting for him to roast fish. The old man put the fish one by one on the fire, carefully controlling the interval, and then picked up a wooden stick without a string of fish from one side. With a shake of his right hand, the stick was gone! There was no sign in the hands of the fisherman, and almost at the same time, he heard a scream on the beam!


    The old man''s mouth showed a gentle smile, as if he had just done a very ordinary thing. He shook the fan and said softly, "you are a posterity, I said to wait, how can you be so anxious? Your family adults have not taught you, anxious can not eat hot tofu? My fish, like the tofu, has to wait until it''s cooked


    "Bang! Bang Twice the sound of the machine from the eaves, accompanied by two off string crossbows! The old man did not move, but gently raised his eyebrows and grabbed his right hand from the bag. In a moment, he didn''t know what happened. He had two more arrows and two fish on the arrows.


    No one can see what the old man did when he fell to the ground. No one knows how the two crossbows which can pierce the armor become two strings of fish sticks in his hand. The old man pulled out the arrow on the arrow and put the new fish on the fire with his face as usual.


    "Well, I know how to do things. I didn''t have enough wooden sticks in my hand, so I sent them specially. Good, good, good. " He said four good words in a row, and then patted the stove with his right hand! There was only a dull sound, like a yellow bell and a big Lu, like the first sound of a morning bell, followed by two screams. Then a figure fell down from the eaves with the grilled fish in his mouth, but the other end of the fish stick came out from behind his head!


    "Well, it''s hairy and impetuous to eat. Although I''ve shaved the small fish bone, you can''t swallow it whole. Look at it. It''s killing you." At this point, no one does not know what the old man means. He is the door god of this shop today. If he wants to enter, he will either pay his own life or take his life.


    The problem is that, although the fisherman looks like a man who is old and shriveled, I''m afraid that he can live longer than all the people in this street except dwarves. At least if you break through, many people''s lives will end tonight. Assassins sacrifice themselves for righteousness, while killers pursue profits and avoid harm, which is not worth it.


    So helpless, another figure fell from the beam, the difference is only with the fish in the mouth of the peer, her landing posture curly Tingting, such as leaves in the breeze. Many killers have the habit of masquerading, but cat girl can''t, because she knows that even if her whole body is wrapped in black cloth, others can still recognize her at a glance. So she''s just a little more open-minded, enjoy the reputation and risk.The female assassin walked to the fisherman in three steps and two steps, with the same look as usual, but the hand holding the dagger behind her slightly trembled, "old man, we meet again. I wonder if I can buy fish from you this time


    The old man still remembered the other party. After all, he had been drinking a lot of wine for two days with that silver coin. He could not wake up until yesterday afternoon, "Oh, it''s you girl. That''s the trouble. I can''t sell these fish to anyone tonight. Do you think it''s ok? You can go back today and wait for my old man to bring fresh fish tomorrow, and you can buy it again. I promise you''ll get it cheap. "


    "I don''t know how it''s hard to sell what you said. If you want money, I can afford a fish and a silver coin. To tell you the truth, I was addicted to your roast fish at one time. "


    "Well, why are you so twisted? If you don''t sell it to you today, it''s useless for you to pay as much as you want. No matter how much the fish is sold this evening, it will have to be sold according to the order. Can you afford one, one life? " The fisherman waved his hand and said to the cat girl, as if he was bargaining with others.


    The assassin bit her lip, and she was thinking that if she missed tonight, she might not have another chance. When the dwarfs realize that someone has broken into their territory, their guard will be tight. But compared with the dwarfs, the old man sitting on the ground is the living Yama. Her only chance now is to have a meeting with this Yama, "if I say, I must go in?"


    "Girl, old man, I really don''t want to fight with you. Why do you have to work hard? Oh, that''s all. If you want to enter, go ahead. It''s just that your guys can''t go any further. " The fisherman scratched his hair and said in dismay. It''s not easy to get married. He won''t kill such a person.


    "No, she can''t go in." Voice, from above. The cat goblin jumped out of the second floor window and fell to the ground with a swallow sword in her hand. "She wants to go in and I have to lie down!"


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