Chapter 796 778. The Inn at the Crossroads
Wilen is full of swamps, puddles, and lake islands.
So when the strong wind blows before the heavy rain, the wind will stir up the deposited water, and then the smell of earth and silt in the water will float into the air.
So even the rain in Willen seems stickier and more uncomfortable than other places.
Lan En and Berengar set out in the morning, stopping only for a bite to eat along the way.
Demon hunters' physical endurance means they don't have to worry about the pain in their thighs caused by riding horses for a long time like ordinary people.
And in the middle, they were lucky enough to meet a river ship.
Berengar no longer cared about the three to five yuan net worth, so he directly paid double the shipping fare and stopped the ship halfway for a ride.
Lan En was riding a unicorn, following from a distance as if walking on flat ground.
So with such efficiency of movement, the two of them took only one day to travel from Gos Wellen in the far west of Wellen to the area close to the middle.
"I remember there was a hotel built on the intersection here."
Berengar pointed to the intersection ahead and said.
"In front of the crossroads is a village called Mobridale. In front of the village is a Hanged Ghost Tree."
"A Hanged Ghost Tree?" Lan En asked strangely, "Is it some kind of tree that has been turned into a monster by curse or magic?"
"No." Berengar shrugged flatly.
"It is a big tree that grows tall, strong and has lush branches, so the lords often use its branches as gallows."
"The corpses of prisoners are sometimes tied with ropes and hung on the branches. It hung there for several days as a warning against breaking the law. "Don't tell me, that tree is really good. It has more than 20 branches that are strong enough to hang people." Root."
The old demon hunter said nonchalantly, while the young demon hunter listened with a frown.
This is still the dark and barbaric magical Middle Ages.
When traveling in different worlds, Lan En would not intervene in everything regardless of reason or circumstances.
For example, in the ancient Greek world in the nascent stage of civilization, Lan En did not break into the battle for hegemony between the two overlords of the Aegean Sea.
More journeys bring more insights and thinking.
Although Lan En was still unhappy hearing about things like "hanging" and "hanging corpses to deter crime," he was very clear: he could not look at the current darkness in a way that was out of touch with the times and productivity.
It can be regarded as the embodiment of the dialectical world view of liberal arts students.
Lan En looked down at the flannel ball sitting in his arms again, only to find that the calico kitten also looked calm in Berengar's description. I just swallowed a little nervously.
However, I think it once introduced itself that it had participated in the territorial competition between different Deter groups. So this kind of endurance shown in a cruel environment is understandable.
The two arrived at the hotel at the crossroads. At this time, sporadic raindrops were falling from the thick dark clouds in the sky.
Lan En turned over and dismounted, patted Qilin's side and motioned for it to go around.
Anyway, this guy will definitely not stay peacefully in the stables of the hotel, so he might as well let him out. Just use the magic ring to call him back later.
Qilin ran away happily. It could even dive into the sea to eat kelp. The rain was as if it didn't exist.
Lan En has already put on his hooded cloak, and Velvet Ball is going out to play with Qilin.
A kitten wearing armor is still too eye-catching.
Berengar tied Poppy in the stable of the hotel, and then walked in with Lan.
The door made of wooden boards, which was still cracked due to poor craftsmanship, opened with a creak.
Lan En bent down and walked inside. The tall figure immediately frightened the people in the hotel who looked this way.
They thought a troll had come in.
But Lan En’s neatly dressed cloak showed that he was a human on the road.
The hotel at the crossroads is no different from other places, except that because of the large flow of people, it is busier than the average village tavern.
The walls made of logs were hung with wreaths of flowers dedicated to Meritelli, and the colorful colors looked a little warm under the orange firelight.
There are also several hanging garlic and onions used as seasonings, hanging beside the oven behind the tavern owner.
Wood floors, wooden tables and chairs, and wooden counters are the cheapest and most trouble-free building materials in Willen.
The hotel owner had just put away a wooden plate that had been eaten clean. The few leftovers on it were poured out the window without looking back.
The sound of a dog whining happily came from outside.
Then he wiped the soup on the wooden plate with a rag and placed it under the counter. This was considered clean.
The hotel owner glanced at Berengar and Lan En, then lowered his head and started busy again.
Although the two demon hunters now wore cloaks with hoods, the sharp-eyed boss still saw the buckle on the cloak that fastened the collar at a glance.
Sterling silver buckle!
Silently, the boss mentally raised the prices of the items in his store.
"Want one round first?"
Berengar walked to the counter, turned to Lan En and asked. The young witcher nodded.
Then Berengar said to the boss: "First, let's have two strong cups."
A small wooden cup big enough to be held in a tiger's mouth was placed on the table, rye vodka was poured in, and the two hunters The demon drank it all in one gulp without caring.
This kind of conventional strong liquor is just enough for a demon hunter. I really want to get drunk, or I have to drink a lot of it, or I have to add some ‘stuff’ to the wine.
After a round of drinks, Berengar began to order while looking at the ingredients hanging behind the hotel owner.
Don’t expect to have a formal menu in a small restaurant like this in the village. It’s normal to make whatever ingredients you want.
"Give us a roasted chicken, and a rabbit, with onions and carrots, and"
The boss wiped his hands on the apron in front of him and followed Berengar's instructions. Upon request, the hanging ingredients were removed from the wall.
Lan En, on the other hand, did not intend to go to the counter to intervene because his body shape was too oppressive.
He found an empty table, put two stools together and sat down.
There was a table next to me playing Gwent, and another table chatting with wine glasses.
Under the increasingly heavy rain outside, the dry and bright tavern was not clean, but it was still a good place to stay.
Berengar was still explaining to his boss nonchalantly. The old demon hunter’s tone, which had accumulated over time, was naturally relaxed and casual.
It even makes the listener feel relaxed.
But
The sound of "crash" sounded from the necks of the two demon hunters.
Berengar, who was speaking, suddenly stopped speaking, and Lan En, who was sitting at the table, also slowly turned his head.
The wooden door of the tavern creaked open again.
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(End of this chapter)