Tanzan town, tavern.

The monk Henry, who was ordered by the head of the sect, looked at the rising wine price on the wall and could only curse inwardly: "Barner, come a glass of beef... Forget it, come a glass of boiled water."

The degree of land salinization and the crisis facing food storage are not confidential to the people here, and it is very likely that they will not receive imperial assistance.

Therefore, although all food-related things are quietly rising prices, they are not rising too far.

But beer is obviously a luxury, especially in the taverns opened in the town center.

The muddy roads outside the tavern were mixed with the smell of livestock manure, and the bartender pushed Henry with a glass of boiled water.

Henry put the water in front of his nose and sniffed the air mixed with a little stinky smell into his nose.

Then Monk Henry suddenly looked up: "I heard that beer smells of horse urine, and there are many horses outside. Rounding it means that this glass of water is similar to beer?"

The bartender frowned unhappily: "Henry, don't insult the sacred beer."

"Okay, then let's cheer for the boiled water smelling from horse urine."

"Haha, no matter how motivated you, I wouldn't treat you to a drink. Moreover, as a monk, don't you never drink alcohol?"

"This is for a deceased friend." Henry said of the official, but he still didn't know the official's name until now.

"To commemorate your friends, you should pick up your old business, chant scriptures, and sing chants. You should not be talking to me here."

Henry thought to himself that if I had done this with great fanfare, it would be easy for people to know that the sheriff was the dead. Then the strange invasion might have been leaked in advance under the investigation of the perverted person.

Although according to the Minister, this matter must be made public, it must be made public in a method and planned manner.

Otherwise, not talking about how to use it will cause panic. Under the influence of the food crisis, if you are not careful, the entire hill may be finished.

So, Henry, who realized the seriousness of the matter for a while, casually made an excuse: "It's already sad enough for a friend to die. Why do you still have to let me go to work? Will this make people even more painful?"

"Hey, it makes some sense." The bartender shrugged and was about to fill Henry with boiled water, two strangers pushed open the page door of the tavern in a nearly smashed door.

The bartender stopped his hand and remained silent.

The visitor was a man and a woman. Outside, there was a carriage parked at the entrance of the tavern with heavy things. It seemed that these two strangers were driving.

The woman has short silver hair, while the man uses a scarf, cloak and cowboy hat to cover himself tightly, and he can vaguely see the pale face under the shadow.

It was Vita and Marilyn, who sat in front of the bartender together.

Marilyn looked at the prices on the wall with interest and tapped her fingers on the table: "Give me a cigar, two glasses of milk, ice."

"Sorry, by the rules, you two are strangers and have to pay first."

Marilyn glanced at Vita next to her, and saw that his face hidden in the shadow did not object, so she threw out a few gold coins she had obtained from the bounty hunter: "Take it, don't need to find it."

The bartender suddenly became enthusiastic: "Hey, big deal. Just got back from hunting?"

"Picked up on the road to travel." At this time, Vita spoke out and twisted his head towards the carriage outside: "As a good citizen of the empire, you should hand it over to the city hall if you pick it up. But I don't have it here

Is it easy to point out if I see a similar building?"

Vita pointed to the gold coins on the table, saying that the excess premium was used to buy intelligence.

"Ha, two, are you here in the hills for the first time?" asked the bartender.

"yes."

Vita and Marilyn came to the hilly area for the first time. According to the original plan, they would take the Pace train directly through here without having too much intersection with the place.

What's more, this is not a tourist attraction, and no one will print a tourist brochure about it.

But this is not why Vita and Marilyn have to come to the tavern to inquire about information. They are senior civil servants of the Empire. Even if they cause the accidental death of the sheriff who also works for the Empire, they have the face of Governor Stephanie, it is not too much

Something hard to solve.

The premise is that they can contact the government of God's Empire.

But after visiting the entire town of Tanzan, except for a church in the center of the town, there is no other building related to the government!

Even the banks seem to be all private!

According to common sense, the place where a town hall should be located is the intersection of all the steam pipes in the town.

It's where this tavern is located.

Carrying the supplies stolen from the bounty hunter, when Vita came here, he found that something like a wanted order had not been sent yet. In order to hurry, Vita and his party decided to take action separately. He and Marilyn came

In this strange tavern, Aurora went to the church to inquire about the news, while Joseph took two companions who looked like little girls to find a place to live.

The bartender nodded: "Then, you are here in the wrong place."

"How do you say it?" Marilyn lit the cigar and took a long-lost sip.

"Tanzan town is very close to the Great Forest, but it is not the closest town. This is equivalent to being located at the junction of forests and hills." The bartender drew two circles on the table: "So, for the sake of convenience, the empire managed it.

The hills and the town hall that manages the forest are located elsewhere.”

Vita nodded, and then, Ravenwood, who was destroyed by the sky and earth before, should have a town hall.

But now it doesn't make sense to say this, Vita drank the iced milk in the glass in one go: "So, is there a postman here, or a phone number to contact the city hall?"

"The official postman comes once a week. It happened that he just left yesterday. As for the phone call..." The bartender suddenly lowered his voice and became mysterious: "Two, do you know the Pace train that crashed before?"

"It's quite familiar." Vita said that we got off from above.

"This is the only official imperial train here, but for some reason, the train's tracks were broken on a large scale and had not had time to repair it," the bartender blinked: "And the official phone number is based on this railway track in each place.

Communications are set up between towns.”

The rails are telephone lines, which is probably one of the technology trees that the empire has been tilted.

But Vita understood the bartender's voice: "That is, is there any private phone call that has been interrupted?"

"Of course, after all, there are many private railway companies here."

Marilyn suddenly sneered: "Huh? It seems like it's very difficult for us to borrow these private railways to make a phone call?"

“It’s not very difficult, but, by the rules, they just call people who are trusted.”

"You guys are really a lot of rules." Marilyn smiled brighter.

"Haha, the rules are not my decision. After all, I'm just a bartender."

As soon as the bartender finished speaking, a strange silence in the tavern fell into the pub.

True quiet.

Everyone stopped their hands, whether they were bragging, playing cards, or drunk on the table, and almost unconscious, they all seemed to be still, staring at Wei with their eyes fixed on the spot.

Tower and Marilyn.

The bartender is wiping the cup.

But Vita just took a sip of milk, and Marilyn yawned like a lazy cat.

The bartender's movement of wiping the cup slowed down.

Vita finished drinking milk.

Customers began to touch their weapons intentionally or unintentionally.

A drop of cold sweat oozed out of the bartender's forehead.

"Bang!"

To everyone's surprise, with a loud bang, the tense atmosphere was broken.

Someone fired a shot?!

Everyone lowered their heads, crawled, lying down, looking at the place where the loud noise came.

It was just a person who pushed open the door of the tavern.

Joseph surrounded him for a week and looked at the people who were so scared by his movements and pushed the door open, and said nothing.

He just raised his thumb and pointed behind him: "Heimen, I have found a place to stay. Come and see?"

Vita nodded, got up, and wanted to leave.

But suddenly turned around and said, "Please arrange the call."

"I'll live nearby. I'll make arrangements to call me, please."

"That's up to you, too?" Marilyn pointed to the carriage outside and added lazily.

...

The three of them left, and Henry, who was just around the side, didn't dare to breathe, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I... I go, who are those people?"

The bartender shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of some new gods coming from the road." After that, the bartender began to think about himself: "Call, hey, call... are you really here to call."

?I just felt like my head and heart were penetrated by them."

...

Joseph took them into a small wooden building: "What happened just now?"

"I just want to make a phone call." Vita shrugged.

"Is that?" The Knight refused to comment: "Indeed, the room here is not even connected to the steam pipes. Vita, your room is at the top corner of the second floor. Ms. Marilyn, yours is next to Vita."
To be continued...