Dawn of the Grey Tower

Old Pipo silently rubbed his beer glass behind the counter. His eyes only looked dullly at the glass in his hand, but in fact he was secretly observing the only table in the pub using the reflection of the iron ring on the glass. Guests, those guys with thick leather and black ponchos. The stern hood on their heads and the scabbard revealing the hem of the poncho made the boss even have the courage to remind them to take off their raincoats, only to hear the crackling of water dripping on the floor and the sound of rain outside the house Echo each other.

Hell, the waitress who usually came to help just took refuge in the royal family with his family two days ago. When these guys left, the work of dragging the floor would still fall on themselves. Pippo couldn't help but frowned.

Saying it was a family, it was actually just a little white face passing by Kezhen. He claimed that he was a little noble in a certain territory. He had a real estate directly under the royal family, and the waitress came together like a dog. God bless, may the stupid woman and her concubine be bitten to death outside the town by the ratmen. This is how she left the poor old Pipo to face these weirdos. The pub owner thought about it and could not help but sip to the floor, and this action obviously attracted the attention of people in black.

"Cang!" The voice of the sharp blade came from under the poncho. The more reckless man in black stood up, and his short sword stood out in the dim tavern.

"Ah! Ah! Adults spare lives! Adults spare lives!" Pibo didn't expect these people's reactions to be so intense. He threw the wine glass in his hand, and the whole person climbed to the floor behind the bar, without worrying that the sputum just spit out was sticking to the jacket. He kept repeating words of begging, apparently without doubt that these mysterious guys would kill themselves. However, Pippo's judgment is also correct. Now that the ratmen are rampant, and the lords of all regions have drawn a lot of military power to go north. Not to mention the town of Keke, the security of many small cities has reached the edge of collapse. Various crimes are not uncommon. In this world, killing individuals is not necessarily controlled by someone. Especially on such rainy nights.

Fortunately, things weren't moving in that direction. The wine glass thrown by the boss rolled over several times in the air, and fell steadily into an old hand that still saw muscles. Roland and Hill just pushed the door into the tavern at this time. Before the magician could react to what happened, he subconsciously caught the oncoming object. "It seems that we are not here?" Roland glanced at the black man standing up and the dagger in his hand and shrugged. "I thought I could finally find a place to smoke."

"Thinking about cigarette addiction, you can go out and hide under the eaves, don't trouble yourself, old fellow." The man holding the dagger said fiercely, but was held on the shoulder by the companion beside him.

The man in black, whose voice sounded calmer, used a facial expression under the hood to imply that the companion put away the dagger. Roland and Hill stood in front of the tavern. No one could stop them if they were to turn around and run away. Trouble is better. "Sorry, my companion was so nervous by the bad weather. I think I can do something to make up for the fright he brought to several people." Then, the man took a piece from the small bag on his belt The gold coin, after thinking about it, was replaced with a silver coin and put it on the bar. "I am willing to invite these two to have a drink, and the rest will be your tip."

Old Pipo waited for the man to sit down again before he stood up tremblingly. He looked at the man in black and looked at Roland and Hill. The kind hotel owner wants to persuade the father and daughter, at least he thinks, stay away from this place of right and wrong, but afraid that they will continue to do things to themselves after they leave. Under the balance, worries about one's life defeated the other party. "Come in and sit down! Come on, do it on the bar, the shop has freshly brewed winter ale, enough to dispel the cold!"

The boss's words are more like pleadings than greetings. Roland tried not to make himself laugh, so it seemed too unserious. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger near the door, and helped Hill take off his raincoat diligently. "Come on, we always have to warm ourselves. I feel that my beard is about to wring out of water." He said this as if the two were just passing travelers, and they had to stop because of bad weather.

The female doctor nodded and walked straight to the bar without expression. She was not afraid of provocation. The ordinary people holding iron weapons were not opponents of the dementor leader at all. The magician coughed intentionally or unconsciously while sitting down. This was the secret code agreed by the two before entering the door. Roland did not want to do it, at least until he figured out whether these people were related to the caravan on the street and what they were doing I didn't want it before.

The boss quickly brought two wine glasses, Roland's oak wine glass was a slow glass of winter ale, and Hill's thin glass was dark red wine. "The taste of winter ale is too spicy, I don't think the lady might like it." Pibo scratched his head, explaining why the two had different drinks. The Dementor glanced at him and picked up the glass in front of her to drink it. She would not be affected by alcohol at all, and it was no different from drinking water for her. But the boss didn't know this. He stared at the scene in front of him, dumbfounded. He didn't know how to react.

"I think she means winter ale does not matter." The magician raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "In addition, please give us something to eat, there is no place to eat along the way."

The boss nodded, but then thought of something, said, "Sorry, the food store only has cheese and sausage, I don't know if the two ..."

"Of course, at this time, if you have a hot mouth, you have to thank the king." Roland said. But his words played a certain stimulating effect.

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

Roland slapped his head and raised his glass to the man. "Sorry, look at my memory. It's easy to forget things when I'm old. I mourn for His Highness." After that, he drank half a glass of ale.

"Humph." The man snorted coldly and said nothing more. But his attitude was not as sad as the king's death.

"Did you smell it?" The magician turned to Hill.

"What do you smell?" The female doctor said unclearly.

One side of Roland ’s mouth was raised high, and he paused for a few seconds before saying, “The smell of grilled sausage ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Hmm, I think the boss found us some beans.”

Sure enough, Pippo wore an unfit apron and brought two portions of sausage cheese and boiled beans. He rubbed his apron a little crampedly. "Sorry, my chef died in the hands of the Ratman a few days ago. I hope you are not too particular about the taste."

The magician shrugged, showing a regretful expression, "You said the one hanging at Zhenkou? That's a big guy, I haven't seen such a big ratman yet!"

A commotion came from the men in black behind them, who believed that they had turned the volume down to a low enough level, but Roland still heard what they said, "The unrecognized old fellow."

The poor tavern owner did n’t know this, he looked around and carefully leaned in front of the magician and said, “Hope this wo n’t make you uneasy, but it ’s not that one. To be honest, there are still many nearby here a few days ago Ratmen, but these days, they have disappeared like evaporation! I am also brave enough to open a store at this time, after all, I have to live not. "

Roland listened, shook his glass, took a pipe from his arms and filled it with tobacco, and took a careful breath after lighting it. "It's really weird, where will they go?"