"Especially the gold from that parricide Lumba."

Cambida's face suddenly stiffened.

Thales was also shocked: parricide?

Kambida spread his hands towards Tuleha behind him, showing a helpless expression.

"That was an inheritance duel following ancient rituals." Tuleha stepped forward and calmly took out a bag full of Exeter copper and silver coins, and said calmly: "The Grand Duke defeated his eldest brother.

, nothing more...the casualties were just accidents.”

"Let him argue as he pleases, parricide is parricide!" The old man Kaslan accepted the money bag with disdain, "As for the so-called ancient ritual of dueling...that was something the empire used to make us kill each other.

.”

The Grand Duke of Black Sand killed his brother and seized the right to inherit. It seemed that he followed some kind of duel ritual from the ancient empire?

Thales silently took this information into his heart.

And... Thales looked at the rough old man in front of him: The identity of this tavern owner is not simple, and he and Lumba seem to be on different sides.

Maybe some intel can be gathered from here?

"So one, two, three...six, seven, eight..." Kaslan weighed his money bag and counted the number of people in front of him.

"Wait!" Thales had an idea and said at the right time: "What belongs to the Black Sand Duke belongs to them, but we will pay for it ourselves... We have, um, about a dozen people..."

Kaslan rolled his eyes and noticed Thales again, who couldn't even reach the bar.

Cambida frowned and looked at Thales thoughtfully.

Thales nodded to Putilai, who raised an eyebrow, then stepped forward and grabbed a few silver coins and copper coins.

"Ah, I recognize this portrait... King of Oath Keepers, is it Midir?" Kaslan took the silver coin and threw it away. Instead, he picked up the copper coin engraved with Midir's face and looked at it carefully.

Pattern, then raised his head, smiled, showing his yellow teeth: "Are you from the empire?"

"No," Thales smiled and shook his head: "We come from the stars."

Huaiya's expression next to him changed, while Putilai was thoughtful.

"I see, kid, you are the prince of the stars... here to apologize." Kaslan stared at him straightly: "It's been a long journey."

Thales shrugged.

"Okay," Kaslan chuckled, "There's no reason to have trouble with money."

"Hey!" Cambida protested: "Aren't the gold coins of the Grand Duke of Lombard money?"

"Hey, Brain!" The owner of the hero tavern ignored the Viscount. He raised his voice and knocked on the wooden window behind him: "Twenty glasses of ale... just ordinary ones will do!"

A tall black-haired man in his thirties walked out from behind the bar. He had a burn scar on the left side of his face and snorted coldly.

I saw the tavern waiter holding up a thin wooden stick with a displeased look on his face, turning to the cabinet at the back, shaking his arm, skillfully stringing the ears of a dozen wooden wine glasses, and pulling them up like a skewer.

His arm shook again, and a dozen glasses smashed onto the bar counter. Brian deftly pulled out the wooden stick, then picked up a large wooden barrel and began to pour wine into the rows of wine glasses. While pouring, his expression changed.

He looked at everyone unkindly and glared at Thales fiercely.

"This can't be done with arm strength," Huaiya looked at the man's movements, his expression changed, and he whispered: "I bet he is a master with a sword."

"Don't be surprised," Kaslan laughed: "The guys here are all rough guys who have been in the military..."

"Of course, the Hero Tavern," Tuleha said calmly: "The gathering center for retired soldiers in the North."

Thales found sadly that he couldn't even reach the chairs at the bar, and it was too embarrassing to speak directly in front of everyone.

At this time, it is particularly important to have a guard who can sign language.

Rolf carried Thales onto the high chair at the bar (the attendant Waia frowned again when he found out that he was unemployed again), Cambida and Putilai sat down on his left and right sides, Xingchen and Akers

The special people were divided into two distinct groups and sat down at two round tables respectively. The soldiers stared at each other eagerly.

"Oh my God," Willow said in high spirits, looking at the noisy Northland drinkers around him, "I have never been to such a far away place to drink."

"Hold your guns," veteran Gennard frowned, "Maybe they will pounce at any time."

"Mr. Kaslan," Thales curled his lips and used his memory of talking to people: "When did you open the Hero Tavern? Why is it called this name?"

"Twenty years," Kaslan lazily watched Brian fill up the wine glasses, then put three of them on the bar, and asked Brian to serve the others on his own: "After being injured and retiring, he

I went back to my hometown and opened a tavern... As for why it’s called the Hero’s Tavern, hey, it was a boring name given by my mother-in-law.”

"By the way," Thales touched the wooden wine glass that was half the height of his head and rationally decided not to touch it: "When I entered the village, I found various kinds of food tied to the trees at the door. What happened?

thing?"

"The severe cold is coming," Kaslan yawned and served a few plates of unappetizing black bread: "That is a gift from the mountains."

Both Tuleha and Kambida grabbed the black bread as usual and nibbled into their mouths with the ale. The latter looked at the show with an expression on his face, looking at Waiya who looked sad and had no idea what to eat.

"It's best to eat more," Cambida said calmly: "We have to travel in the afternoon... and we won't set up camp until tonight."

The pampered star people... Cambida chuckled in his heart: This is the signature of the Hero Tavern, the common coarse food of the Northland villagers.

Huaiya frowned and looked at the black bread in front of him.

Putilai sighed and grabbed the bread - it seemed that this was the food for noon today.

It was probably Cambida's deliberate move, to test the prince's attitude, or to retaliate against the prince's indifference, or one of the two.

But then, everyone was surprised to see the noble second prince of the stars, His Highness Thales Bright Star, grabbing a piece of thick and hard black bread with both hands...

Then he took a bite without caring.

That expression seemed to be eating not unpalatable black bread, but

"A gift from the mountains?" Thales chewed the hard bread in his mouth and asked curiously: "The extreme cold?"

Well, it actually tastes pretty good, you just need to grind it and bite it open... unlike the brown bread in the fraternity, which has to be roasted over a fire when it's bad.

Kaslan's expression changed, and he looked at Thales with more and more interesting eyes.

"The extreme cold is a unique weather in the North. At that time, the North will usher in the coldest time of the year, and the sunshine time is shortened sharply. People who go out must wear extremely thick fur coats and bring sufficient fire supplies.

"You can't leave too far yet, and the time for daily outdoor activities will be compressed to less than three hours." Putilai looked at Thales who was eating with gusto with strange eyes.

I have developed a strong mouth and a good appetite because of my long-term travels... But His Highness the Prince...

Huaiya took a bite of bread with a grimace and felt like vomiting, but when he saw Rolf next to him enjoying the meal, his appetite and fighting spirit suddenly rekindled.

"The extremely cold weather can range from a few weeks to a month," Putilai continued: "As for the gifts of the mountains..."

"That is a gift to the gods," the tavern owner, the old man Kaslan, chuckled and took over the conversation: "The first prey you hunt today, the first food you touch, hang it on the treetop, it belongs to the gods.

All... can only be used by travelers who have to go out in the extreme cold, as a favor from the gods."

"Gods..." Thales swallowed the bread: "Which god is it, the setting sun, the bright moon, the dark night?"

In his memory, the most famous gods in Yongxing City who also have their own temples seem to be these three.

But Kaslan chuckled: "No, what we commemorate are the gods in the North and even the world that have been handed down from ancient times. They look after the earth and mountains and protect the generous gods who travel in the wild."

"People call it..."

"Lord of the Mountains."

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Kingdom of Stars, West Ring District of Yongxing City, at the entrance of the West City Police Department.

"Sorry, Captain Cohen Karabiyan has taken a month's leave," Miss Chaola, the secretary of the West City Police Department, looked at the young brown short-haired girl in front of her with a cold face: "I mean, at least a month."

He's taller than me.

The legs are longer than mine.

Her ass is higher than mine.

Miss Jorah thought angrily.

Fortunately, my breasts are bigger than hers.

Immediately, Miss Qiao La stood up proudly, smoothed her long red hair on her head, and said proudly: "If you want to find him, you can leave a message... I see him often, and I can help you pass it on to him.

.”

and.

Not as feminine as me.

Looks like a boy.

Miss Jorah looked at the brown-haired woman in front of her unhappily.

I saw the other party slowly frowning and said, "Really, he's not here..."

Well, he also speaks in a rough voice... not like a woman at all.

Miss Qiao La thought so and suddenly felt much better.

Well, that's a drake voice... She will never admit that it is "heroic".

The woman with short brown hair was silent for a while, looking at Miss Jorah quietly.
To be continued...