Ride and Cut

"Then you are Gunther?" Lord Lord turned his gaze to the **** man next to him.

The height of close to two blades is indeed extremely tall among the Pompeians, standing there with a spear in his hand and standing majestic and majestic. However, compared with the Highland Barbarian, he was almost a head shorter.

The spear he was holding was obviously temporarily changed with a kind of agricultural tool called a triangular fork. It is the busy season of farming, and Richard can't help but guess which farmer's household has entered the thief. The stubble on both sides is still very fresh, even if you sprinkle some plant ash and make it old, this fact cannot be changed.

"Yes." As soon as he raised his head, "Gunther" danced with his braided head in an elegant manner. The spear in his hand also moved, and the fancy spears were dazzling and beautiful.

There is no ostentation, like acrobatics more than martial arts. Lord Lord secretly slandered.

The onlookers did not have this vision, and were shocked by the bravery of "Gunther", and immediately asked the bartender to add potatoes and roast pork knuckles to them.

"Then who are you?" Lord Lord's eyes finally fell on the horseman who had been silent. He held an exaggerated heavy scimitar in his hand-it was also made of light iron in all likelihood.

The horseman swallowed the ale, and said slowly, "I am Hutt."

"That's not right." Richard was shocked. A fresh sunflower seed fell out of his mouth and fell on his leg. Qiqiu immediately took the opportunity to pick it up and eat it, "Isn't Hutt a centaur?"

It is the common nature of mankind to like to watch the excitement. At this time, the surrounding citizens have gathered more and more, and they have echoed.

These people usually go to the tavern to listen to the bards sing poetry. Although they don't give it to them afterwards, they don't delay their understanding of the recent popular hot topics.

"Hutt" watched the noise quietly, and didn't rush to explain. On the contrary, some supporters immediately asked everyone to calm down. Since both "Richard" and "Gunther" are so brave, then "Hutt" is naturally not an ordinary person who wants to come here. You might as well listen to him first.

So the scene calmed down again, waiting for him to prove his innocence.

"The bard in the tavern is just rumoring it, don't believe it." False Hutt patted the neck of the old horse next to him, and his expression was very sincere. The people and horses are not inferior to this rumor."

"Oh!"

Pompeii citizens are not ignorant hillbillies, they understand a simple truth-

Speaking of things, people who only know how to say things in the air, and evasive when they are questioned, are almost deceptive. And like this, although it does not match the mainstream perception, it is reasonable and there is no lack of details. It must be too real!

"But I still think Hutt is really a centaur." The lord held his chin in a calm tone.

The hair on the tail of this old horse is bald, and the four legs are as thin as a stick. Because the place suitable for it can only be a mill, not a battlefield.

"If Hutt is fake, wouldn't Richard and Gunther also be fake?" Immediately an idle man pointed to the giant sword behind "Richard" and said, "Look at that sword. Who is it?"

"I, I'm Richard." Lord Lord patted his chest, feeling very convincing.

It is a pity that it is often a small number of people who master the truth, and these few people have to bear the price of being booed to being burned to death for the truth.

"Shh~"

The idlers who watched the excitement rushed away, wondering if this person could really be stiff.

"Hey." It seemed a little bit interesting, "Gunther" put down his pig elbow and greeted Lord Lord on the initiative, "Friend, where are you going later?"

"What are you doing in Noble Garden?" Lord Lord rolled his eyes. I don't feel bad about this group of scammers, and even thought it was a little funny, but I certainly didn't have a good impression.

"Coincidentally, we will also go to the Noble Court." With a shake of his head, "Gunther"'s braids became more and more elegant, very popular in the southern province of postmodernism wild style in recent years, "How do you go?"

"Walk." The lord began to wonder whether there might be a second alpine fort, and they came from there.

Although the aura is invisible and intangible, it is extremely difficult to fake and sometimes has a greater impact on the subconscious than language. For example, the three people in front of me are definitely the best in the scammer's business.

confidence! I'm so confident! Confident enough to be extremely contagious, reaching the highest level of deceiving yourself first, no wonder you can fool other people in the tavern in a few words.

If it wasn't for Richard to be the real one, he would definitely have to fall into the pit and be fooled.

"You are going to buy grapes. I heard that there is a store over there. The grapes are not bad, they are as sweet as honey." As soon as the voice fell, "Gunther" grabbed another pork knuckle and gnawed at it, leaving only a bone in a couple of bites. .

Lord Lord nodded helplessly.

"When the caravan is finished, we will go by car with the caravan, you know, it's a large caravan of hundreds of people." "Gunther" gave himself a thumbs up, his face was full of pride, "Hurt" He smiled and nodded in response.

"We go to the Noble Court to deal with the big people inside, otherwise we can take you a ride."

This "Gunther" was obviously talking stubbornly, and I didn't forget to shake his head vigorously after speaking. The small stones tied on the broken braid touched together, and the rhythm was vivid.

Richard thought his broken braid was really exciting, and wondered whether he would look back and let Gang Manzi grow his long hair and tie it up, he must be handsome.

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At the entrance of the pub, Richard waved goodbye to the three Xibei goods.

"Gunther" slapped Utsuzuzu's fingers, burped loudly, and raised his chin towards the end of the street, "Stop talking, our motorcade is here, you are very interesting, come back to Gaoshan Fort to invite you Drink ale, made by authentic dwarves!"

Trucks and trucks were turning from the corner of the street, and along with the barbarians and centaur, they almost blocked the narrow road. As soon as the lord looked up, he saw Annie sitting on the edge of the top carriage, smiling stupidly with a ledger.

"See you later." Waved to Richard, "Gunther" and two partners got into the crowd of people on the street, like a fish swimming in the water, and soon disappeared.

An hour later, on the Champs Elysées outside the Noble Court, a mighty horse convoy drove up.

There was a young samurai sitting in the lead car, enjoying the breeze blowing with his cheeks, and humming an unsystematic tune.

He is obviously the absolute core of the whole team~www.readwn.com~ There are two maids standing behind them with umbrellas to shade them, and a few tall and fierce samurai sitting in front of him are regular, each holding a stack of squares in his hand. Thick paper, scratching his head.

If someone who has been in a tavern all the year sees it, he will definitely recognize this as a "poker", which has become a trend in certain circles in Coron recently.

The young samurai suddenly stopped and smiled and greeted three passersby.

"Then who?" Annie raised her head and looked curious, but she didn't notice when she settled the bill just now.

"A few old acquaintances." Richard smiled and finished the last few cards in his hand.

"No need to stop and say hello?"

"No." Lord Lord stretched.

The three passers-by were already chewing a bunch of grapes with their hands, but suddenly they looked at each other and dumbfounded as if they were under a holding spell. The grapes in their hands fell silently to the ground, and a piece of purple juice splashed all over.