The restaurant on the corner of the street is not large in scale, and the layout inside is quite simple, with only five tables. At this time, the two tables already had guests.

There were messy miscellaneous items piled up in the wine racks and counters. It can be seen that the restaurant owner also sold some daily necessities.

When Rock followed Barrow in, the two guests looked over at each other, and it lasted only a few seconds before they looked back.

Yag did not follow in, stood at the door like a guard, and had been struggling for so long, and at this moment he was only excited and not hungry at all.

"Sit down, Rock."

The two of them made a decision in front of the table leaning against the window, and soon the waiter came over.

"Does the guests want to have a meal or drink something?"

Barrow looked at Rock and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Just make your decision, I'm not hungry." Rock shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Barrow thought for a while and spoke, "Let's get some warm oil-melted tea."

After the waiter left, Barrow opened up and was talking nonsense about things, most of which were about work and the town of Miral.

"Rock, how do you think about what happened recently in Black Thorn Manor?" He found that the other party was not very interested in what he was talking about, so Barrow got to the point.

"This is a struggle, my father and mother have all become victims, and I cannot be sure how many enemies I have, but Seth must have run."

After hearing Rock's words, Barrow nodded slightly. Now he was sure that the other party should have his own plans.

"What happened in Black Thorn Manor this time is too strange, but there is one thing I can be sure of, maybe the real enemy has never appeared in the dark, Rock, I sincerely hope that no matter when, you will not be blinded by hatred."

Rock looked at Barrow and nodded deeply. He could hear that the other party's words were sincere and that this kindness was worth cherishing.

When meeting people, there is no need to find the reason. It would be too wasteful of time. If you get together, you will be together. If you don’t get together, you will be separated. If you don’t get together, you will be separated. This is so simple.

Rock felt that Barrow was a person worth making friends. Although he didn't know this person very well, Rock also reserved everything about him, but judging from this short time of time, he was really good. It had nothing to do with age, identity, and strength.

"Please use it slowly, please use it slowly. If you have any instructions, please call me at any time." The waiter brought the oil-melted tea, left after putting it in place.

The aroma of oil-melted tea is refreshing and is steaming, and Rock's eyes are temporarily attracted by it.

"Drink something." Barrow moved a cup of oil-melted tea to Rock.

"Thanks."

"Then Rock, when are you going to go home?" Barrow's words mean something.

"Sir Barrow?"

"Rock, just like Doggs, call me Brother Barrow."

"OK."

"Brother Barrow, I plan to go back to Black Thorn Manor in three days."

"After three days, there is plenty of time. At that time, Doggs and I will take some people back with you and strive to eradicate those potential crises at once."

Value is a complicated and complicated science. It is no exaggeration to say that it runs through human production and life.

To put it against his will, the reason why Doggs helped Rock with all his might was that he saw value in addition to the promise made by the other party.

It is precisely because of this that he spared no effort to bring Barrow in. Investing in things that will never be outdated, as if there is nothing in this world that cannot be invested in.

Similarly, Barrow, the highest commander of the town garrison, also saw the value of Rock. He smartly invested in kindness, friendship and assistance at the first time.

Even the mayor who was rumored to be sick was investing in disguise. Although he did not give clear support, Randolph had already explained everything before he came forward. He believed that Rock would understand that this was the value of the other party.

Oil-match tea is not lunch. Not long after, Doggs, who had finished his work, walked in. The three of them chatted for a while and then left the restaurant.

Back at the residence, Doggs spent some time comforting Martha, and it was obvious that he cared about his wife. Gerr and Dani were busy working in the kitchen with his maid, and Rock was busy visiting Philey at the first time.

"Lying down, don't move around. You are too weak now and need to rest."

Seeing Rock walked in, Philee, who had woken up, hurriedly thought of getting up, but was stopped by the other party.

"Master Rock, sorry, I've caused you trouble." Philey was lying down and said weakly.

"It's not your fault, it's them who deserve it. Fortunately, Yag has already vented your anger."

Rock's face was gentle. At this time, Yag, who was standing behind him, saw some apples on the table on the bedside table, walked over silently and began to peel the apples directly.

"Brother Yag, thank you."

"Silly girl, have a good rest and wish you a good recovery soon."

After handing the peeled apple to Philee, a smile appeared on Yag's old face.

Rock stayed in the room for a long time. In addition to visiting Philey sincerely, he also wanted to know whether the extraordinary power he sacrificed last time would affect the other party, and then she suddenly recovered.

"Mr. Rock, lunch is ready, Mr. Doggs calls you over."

I don't know how long it took, but Dani walked in carefully with the plate. It seemed that she was preparing to feed Philey. Rock nodded and stood up. It seemed that the sacrifice did not favor Philey.

Lunch was in a quiet atmosphere. Yag was rarely drinking and focused on dealing with the food in front of him. Martha's complexion recovered well, and Ger stood quietly beside her.

The entire Miral town is quieter at this time than in the morning. After all, the theme of survival cannot be separated from food, and people's hardworking hands serve their mouths.

However, some people don’t care about this. The morning incident made them completely lose their mood to have lunch. At this moment, even the dragon’s meat cannot revitalize their appetite.

Behind the calm wind of Black Thorn Manor is a lurking fury. In the spacious bedroom, four people were sitting around a table, with only a cup of coffee that was about to cool down in front of them.

Enoch closed his eyes slightly, Seth and Gabriel had long faces, and another middle-aged man in a felt hat was smoking slowly.

"How come things have come to this point, it's really a headache."

"I was shocked by what happened in the morning. Enoch has to say, this is your mistake. Why did those town guards suddenly come and disrupt the situation?" The middle-aged man knocked on his golden pipe and preached dissatisfied.

"Hmph! Enoke, you have to give me an explanation."

When he talked about this, Gabriel became angry. He believed that Enoch abandoned himself at that time, regardless of his life or death.

Enoch slowly opened his eyes, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "This is our responsibility. You must be clear that we are all the helmsmen of this boat. Instead of complaining about the failure in the morning, it is better to think about what to do next."

Bang!

"Bastard! You're ruling responsibility!" Gablier slapped the table and shouted at the other party.

"Gabulier is OK, say less. Now is not the time to get angry with each other. We cannot get lost. Enoch is right. Only when we work together can we not capsize this ship." At this time, Seth frowned and spoke.

"Seth, I think that boy Rock will soon enter the Black Thorn Manor. You, the nominal master, will probably have to get out of here. What else do you have to say? "The middle-aged man smiled and joked.

"Hmph! What else can I do now? That bastard is comfortable with the town guards. I don't think I can count on you anymore. I will go to Morpheus City tomorrow." Gablier glanced over in anger.

"What are you anxious about? Since our biggest trouble is the town guards, I have a way to get these troubled guys to leave for the time being." Enoch said coldly.

"Enok, what can you do? Tell me out quickly." The middle-aged man who put down his golden pipe asked curiously.

"Then you tell me quickly." Gabriel also urged.

"What do you mean?" Seth's face was puzzled, as if he had thought of something.

But Enoch shook his head at him, then showed a confident expression, and he signaled everyone to be quiet.

"This was the inspiration given to me by Doggs last time, which made me suddenly have an idea, but to succeed, we must call on several other nobles in the town."

After listening to Enoke's detailed plan, everyone present nodded with satisfaction.

For Rock, it has become an arrow to the string of the new entry into the Black Thorn Manor, and tomorrow will be the day with Barrow.

But today something happened that puzzled Rock. Before dawn, Randolph sent someone to call Doggs away.

"Sir, do you think there will be any problems?" Yag was worried because he knew Rock and the others' plan.

"I don't know yet, I'll know when Doggs comes back."

Rock himself had no clue. He didn't say much and went back to his room.

It was too early and there were no few people on the street. Doggs met Barrow at the door of Randolph's house. The two of them looked at each other, both of them showing a solemn look.

In the study, Randolph sat quietly, holding a piece of paper full of words in his hand, browsing carefully.

Barrow and Dogus came to the door and were about to speak out, but unexpectedly, the other party spoke first.

"Come in and sit there."

After Barrow and Doggs sat down, Randolph put down the letter in his hand and said slowly: "The joint name of the nobles in the town shows that the town and garrison is too leisurely and sometimes even violates their interests. Barrow can take a look at this letter."

"Okay, sir."

Barrow dared not neglect. He finished reading the letter seriously, but his frowning brow had never been released.

"Barrow has finished reading it, tell me what you think ****Dorf asked seriously.

Doggs was a little restless. Just looking at Barrow's expression, you would know that it would definitely not be a good thing.

"Sir, the town and ward have always done a good job in the work within the department. I don't know where they came from so many opinions. I can't say anything. It's mainly based on how you view this matter, sir."

After hearing Barrow's words, Randolph did not answer him immediately, but instead turned his eyes to Doggs.

"I heard that you swear by the last time you were in a goblin tavern, Rock hired you to protect him. Is there anything wrong with this?"
Chapter completed!