Night Crow Master

Arthus turned his head, looked at art, looked down at him, and then nodded slightly.

The interior of the house is made of wood. There is a circle specially reserved in the middle, and the bottom seems to be paved with stone slabs. At this time, a pile of dry wood is burning, and a square gap is exposed on the roof, because the smoke from the combustion escapes from the opening.

In a pot on a simple metal stand, mushrooms, chopped potatoes, acorns and meat that has been boiled over are floating in the pan.

Then, with a warm but insincere smile on his face, Yat picked up wooden or ceramic bowls and handed them to the crowd.

After the dinner, Mashad began to talk to them.

"Thank you for your help." Whether the old man's expression or tone, are still with enthusiasm, a little wrinkled old skin with his voice slightly trembling.

"Nothing. It's our job." Ahtis is also very familiar with the process, with a smile on his face that can't tell the truth from the fake, and laughs.

The nearby tok also said with a smile: "until tomorrow afternoon, we still need to disturb uncle Mashad. By the way, uncle Mashad, what goods need to be sent to red rose... Rose city?"

He's not used to changing names.

Although it is said that every time a lord is replaced, the whole territory will change its name. However, this situation rarely happens. It is generally family inheritance, and there will be no case of changing the name of the territory.

And this time is a big event. For example, red rose town has changed its name to become Rose City, and red rose collar has also changed its name to its original name, white rose collar, thousands of years ago.

A thousand years ago, rose city was built on the white rose collar.

Viscount Bessie will also leave rose city soon and go to the blue rose collar. The blue rose collar will become a new red rose collar. After the aristocratic consultation, the surrounding territory will change its master one after another.

"No more." Mashad quickly shook his head. "The winter once every 30 years is coming, and the winter of eight months is coming. Now we need to store grain. Fur can't be sold. We may have to buy food."

As he said that, he looked at Yat with a worried look on his face.

He was a little worried that the nobleman would order them to sell fur to Rose City

however, he was relieved that the young nobleman, who was called "art" and "Claudio", did not mean to do so.

And Yat naturally noticed Mashad's small movements. His poor old face almost made him laugh. Although he had not experienced the cruelty of the eight months of winter, he probably estimated that if the warehouses he saw were filled with three quarters, they would be enough for nine to ten months without any hunting and gathering.

In order to prevent accidents, it is true that we should store more and not sell them, but we still have to buy food? He doesn't believe it.

However, Yat didn't expose his meaning. He drank the soup stewed in a big pot with all kinds of things on his face. For him, the world full of all kinds of food and made a sound from a gourmet eating Empire, the soup was indeed not a good thing. The soup was sprinkled with a lot of salt and pepper, and its taste was also affected by the mixture of various ingredients It's very heavy.

And tock seemed to notice. He looked at art and found that he didn't mean to speak. Then he replied, "is that right? All right

The other side gave such a reason, and he didn't know how to answer.

At the same time, he looked at Arthus around, looked at the various tools hanging on the wall of the house, and asked with interest, "uncle, these hunting tools look very new."

"Yes." As soon as he heard about hunting, the old man's body straightened up a little. "Forty years ago, I was the apprentice of the best blacksmith in the red rose collar, and I was also the best skilled apprentice..."

in addition to Yat, who was calm and nodding with a smile, others, including residents of several Hunter villages in Bashia, listened The corners of his mouth twitched as he told the story of his youth excitedly.

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this year, uncle baqiand whispered: "Uncle baqiang, who has been selling weapons for more than 20 times, has been whispered by other people Viscount Wei was hanged. Uncle Mashad has not sold one piece because of his poor forging skills. He has talked about it for nearly 30 times... "

the muttering content of two young men makes Yat's expression a little strange.

Even the two clergymen on the other side of the three had a strange smile on March's silent, stiff face, as if he had not intended to laugh but had been teased.

And because the tip of his ear heard the sound, Fandi laughed directly.Because of Fandi's movement, Mashad could not help but stop, and then his eyes fell on the two men, bacha and Nader, who kept whispering.

"Nonsense!" Mashad's white eyebrows curled up with his angry expression, put down the bowl and glared at it, making a gesture to fight, "how could you say so many times! It's all nonsense

Bacha and Nader jumped up with their bowls in their hands, away from Mashad. Nader yelled:

"yes, yes, yes!"

Basha did not speak, but Nader's perfunctory tone made Mashad blow his beard and stare, and his pine bark face was filled with anger. Then the old man stood up and said, "Nader! by my troth! I will teach you a lesson

"No, no, no! That's not going to work! " Seeing that Mashad was going after him, Nader went straight out to the door, and the voice came in from outside, "you're so old, you'd better wait for tomorrow! Maybe the day after tomorrow! well! I think you can teach me a lesson after a cold winter! What about the idea? I think it's a good idea ~ "

" wait for me! You little bastard! I'm going to teach you a lesson now Mashad's drooping eagle's nose was red. He picked up a stick that should be used to head the door from the side and rushed out, "don't run! Little bastard

Basha and another young man saw this scene and looked at each other helplessly: "Basha, I think we have to chase out. Uncle Mashad falls down. It's hard for him to see things at night."

Basha nodded, and then they chased out.

When the rest of the people saw this, except for Yat and Arthus, they did not sit or stand, and finally went outside to see what was going on.

At this time, art looked up and looked at Arthus. Although he had the ability to obtain the vision of the crow servant, he stayed not only because of this, but also because of his calmness.

Seeing that art looked over, Arthus shook his head.

Not at all?

Art understood the meaning of the other party, and combined with what he had asked him to do before, he had a little guess in his mind.

Eyebrows, also wrinkled up.

Ahtis didn't understand why Yat asked him to do this before, but when he saw art's expression, he also knew that things might not be so simple. The other party should have discovered something.

Arthus stood up, sat down beside him, and with a smile on his face, said, "art, this soup is really bad, but we should have nothing to do in this village tomorrow. We will search around tomorrow, if there is nothing, just leave. After that, you can continue to taste your delicious food. I think you should be willing to invite me then, won't you?"

He was smiling and waving his arms in a voice and emotion.

"Of course, I'll treat you." Art shrugged, slouched. "I'll serve you my wine and my food, not these things."

It was as if they were really talking about food, chatting.

However, both sides gradually have other ideas in mind.

The fire reflected in two pairs of distinct eyes, in the laughter, two people exchange information.

Nearly ten minutes later, everyone returned to the house, whether Mashad, who was already angry, or Nader, who was covering his hips and puffing air conditioning.

Mashad grinned and apologized to the crowd, then sat down as if nothing had happened and continued to eat dinner while talking to the others, while Nader could only stand at the door, eating the bowl Basha had handed him.

After nearly an hour, the people finished their dinner, and then they left the house -

this room is the place where Yat and other people live tonight. Mashad also apologized to the people, especially to Yat, saying that there was no other place to live in the village, so they could only feel wronged about how they were here.

After Mashad finished speaking, the three of Basha came back again, but this time they came back with something like bedding and cotton cloth.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." Because the news of the scavenger may be a false report, Mashad is not willing to accept these people, but because of their status, he has to maintain a superficial attitude.

"It's OK." "Hard work is part of exercise," Arthus said with a smile

At the same time, at heard this, and laughed in his heart. The dark guy also understood what the old man was actually. It was impossible to have a house. Although the bedding looked not bad, it was not a good thing.

Of course, Yat didn't plan to live in vain. Although he is poor now, he can still afford to pay for the accommodation and food expenses before a silver coin. However, the attitude of the old guy is still ignored.

But Arthus must have planned to pay for his accommodation, and now it seems that he has failed.

Then he glanced at the young men who had put down their bedding and returned to the door.

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Arthus turned his head, looked at art, looked down at him, and then nodded slightly.

The interior of the house is made of wood. There is a circle specially reserved in the middle, and the bottom seems to be paved with stone slabs. At this time, a pile of dry wood is burning, and a square gap is exposed on the roof, because the smoke from the combustion escapes from the opening.

In a pot on a simple metal stand, mushrooms, chopped potatoes, acorns and meat that has been boiled over are floating in the pan.

Then, with a warm but insincere smile on his face, Yat picked up wooden or ceramic bowls and handed them to the crowd.

After the dinner, Mashad began to talk to them.

"Thank you for your help." Whether the old man's expression or tone, are still with enthusiasm, a little wrinkled old skin with his voice slightly trembling.

"Nothing. It's our job." Ahtis is also very familiar with the process, with a smile on his face that can't tell the truth from the fake, and laughs.

The nearby tok also said with a smile: "until tomorrow afternoon, we still need to disturb uncle Mashad. By the way, uncle Mashad, what goods need to be sent to red rose... Rose city?"

He's not used to changing names.

Although it is said that every time a lord is replaced, the whole territory will change its name. However, this situation rarely happens. It is generally family inheritance, and there will be no case of changing the name of the territory.

And this time is a big event. For example, red rose town has changed its name to become Rose City, and red rose collar has also changed its name to its original name, white rose collar, thousands of years ago.

A thousand years ago, rose city was built on the white rose collar.

Viscount Bessie will also leave rose city soon and go to the blue rose collar. The blue rose collar will become a new red rose collar. After the aristocratic consultation, the surrounding territory will change its master one after another.

"No more." Mashad quickly shook his head. "The winter once every 30 years is coming, and the winter of eight months is coming. Now we need to store grain. Fur can't be sold. We may have to buy food."

As he said that, he looked at Yat with a worried look on his face.

He was a little worried that the nobleman would order them to sell fur to Rose City

however, he was relieved that the young nobleman, who was called "art" and "Claudio", did not mean to do so.

And Yat naturally noticed Mashad's small movements. His poor old face almost made him laugh. Although he had not experienced the cruelty of the eight months of winter, he probably estimated that if the warehouses he saw were filled with three quarters, they would be enough for nine to ten months without any hunting and gathering.

In order to prevent accidents, it is true that we should store more and not sell them, but we still have to buy food? He doesn't believe it.

However, Yat didn't expose his meaning. He drank the soup stewed in a big pot with all kinds of things on his face. For him, the world full of all kinds of food and made a sound from a gourmet eating Empire, the soup was indeed not a good thing. The soup was sprinkled with a lot of salt and pepper, and its taste was also affected by the mixture of various ingredients It's very heavy.

And tock seemed to notice. He looked at art and found that he didn't mean to speak. Then he replied, "is that right? All right

The other side gave such a reason, and he didn't know how to answer.

At the same time, he looked at Arthus around, looked at the various tools hanging on the wall of the house, and asked with interest, "uncle, these hunting tools look very new."

"Yes." As soon as he heard about hunting, the old man's body straightened up a little. "Forty years ago, I was the apprentice of the best blacksmith in the red rose collar, and I was also the best skilled apprentice..."

in addition to Yat, who was calm and nodding with a smile, others, including residents of several Hunter villages in Bashia, listened The corners of his mouth twitched as he told the story of his youth excitedly.

Br >

this year, uncle baqiand whispered: "Uncle baqiang, who has been selling weapons for more than 20 times, has been whispered by other people Viscount Wei was hanged. Uncle Mashad has not sold one piece because of his poor forging skills. He has talked about it for nearly 30 times... "

the muttering content of two young men makes Yat's expression a little strange.

Even the two clergymen on the other side of the three had a strange smile on March's silent, stiff face, as if he had not intended to laugh but had been teased.

And because the tip of his ear heard the sound, Fandi laughed directly.Because of Fandi's movement, Mashad could not help but stop, and then his eyes fell on the two men, bacha and Nader, who kept whispering.

"Nonsense!" Mashad's white eyebrows curled up with his angry expression, put down the bowl and glared at it, making a gesture to fight, "how could you say so many times! It's all nonsense

Bacha and Nader jumped up with their bowls in their hands, away from Mashad. Nader yelled:

"yes, yes, yes!"

Basha did not speak, but Nader's perfunctory tone made Mashad blow his beard and stare, and his pine bark face was filled with anger. Then the old man stood up and said, "Nader! by my troth! I will teach you a lesson

"No, no, no! That's not going to work! " Seeing that Mashad was going after him, Nader went straight out to the door, and the voice came in from outside, "you're so old, you'd better wait for tomorrow! Maybe the day after tomorrow! well! I think you can teach me a lesson after a cold winter! What about the idea? I think it's a good idea ~ "

" wait for me! You little bastard! I'm going to teach you a lesson now Mashad's drooping eagle's nose was red. He picked up a stick that should be used to head the door from the side and rushed out, "don't run! Little bastard

Basha and another young man saw this scene and looked at each other helplessly: "Basha, I think we have to chase out. Uncle Mashad falls down. It's hard for him to see things at night."

Basha nodded, and then they chased out.

When the rest of the people saw this, except for Yat and Arthus, they did not sit or stand, and finally went outside to see what was going on.

At this time, art looked up and looked at Arthus. Although he had the ability to obtain the vision of the crow servant, he stayed not only because of this, but also because of his calmness.

Seeing that art looked over, Arthus shook his head.

Not at all?

Art understood the meaning of the other party, and combined with what he had asked him to do before, he had a little guess in his mind.

Eyebrows, also wrinkled up.

Ahtis didn't understand why Yat asked him to do this before, but when he saw art's expression, he also knew that things might not be so simple. The other party should have discovered something.

Arthus stood up, sat down beside him, and with a smile on his face, said, "art, this soup is really bad, but we should have nothing to do in this village tomorrow. We will search around tomorrow, if there is nothing, just leave. After that, you can continue to taste your delicious food. I think you should be willing to invite me then, won't you?"

He was smiling and waving his arms in a voice and emotion.

"Of course, I'll treat you." Art shrugged, slouched. "I'll serve you my wine and my food, not these things."

It was as if they were really talking about food, chatting.

However, both sides gradually have other ideas in mind.

The fire reflected in two pairs of distinct eyes, in the laughter, two people exchange information.

Nearly ten minutes later, everyone returned to the house, whether Mashad, who was already angry, or Nader, who was covering his hips and puffing air conditioning.

Mashad grinned and apologized to the crowd, then sat down as if nothing had happened and continued to eat dinner while talking to the others, while Nader could only stand at the door, eating the bowl Basha had handed him.

After nearly an hour, the people finished their dinner, and then they left the house -

this room is the place where Yat and other people live tonight. Mashad also apologized to the people, especially to Yat, saying that there was no other place to live in the village, so they could only feel wronged about how they were here.

After Mashad finished speaking, the three of Basha came back again, but this time they came back with something like bedding and cotton cloth.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." Because the news of the scavenger may be a false report, Mashad is not willing to accept these people, but because of their status, he has to maintain a superficial attitude.

"It's OK." "Hard work is part of exercise," Arthus said with a smile

At the same time, at heard this, and laughed in his heart. The dark guy also understood what the old man was actually. It was impossible to have a house. Although the bedding looked not bad, it was not a good thing.

Of course, Yat didn't plan to live in vain. Although he is poor now, he can still afford to pay for the accommodation and food expenses before a silver coin. However, the attitude of the old guy is still ignored.

But Arthus must have planned to pay for his accommodation, and now it seems that he has failed.

Then he glanced at the young men who had put down their bedding and returned to the door.

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