Chapter 2 Act I - 1

It has been a week since I left Treo Village, where I was involved in a dispute in the village and almost ended my short life on the guillotine. The two of Hero and Lawrence are now heading towards Reynolds, where legends about Hero are said to be circulating. Reynolds is a large town in the north, and is famous as a market for timber and furs. Naturally, there are also a large number of visitors. On the road leading to Reynolds, people from all over the world can often be seen for the same goal.Lawrence had been here many times before, but this time it wasn't for business. The reason why I came here is to collect information about my hometown for my traveling companion, Hero.

So the cargo bay, which was always on the verge of being overloaded, is now empty. Originally, Lawrence thought that some of the mountains of biscuits he got from Treo Village would be left to be sold as commodities, but this idea was completely shattered by the dreaming wolf beside him.As long as it is delicious, no matter how much you can eat, you can't get angry in the end. So Lawrence could only stare dumbfounded at Herro eating and drinking and then fell asleep. Although it was cold, it was not enough to fall asleep while holding the rein.Even so, Lawrence still felt that it was a great thing to be able to sleep peacefully no matter the day or night.That's why Lawrence often wondered if Herro would secretly get up at night and scream at the lone moon hanging high in the sky.

Such a leisurely and silent journey lasted for a week, and the winter rain fell. In fact, it is not unnoticed that Herro had already made a prediction two days before the rain fell, so after the rain started, Herro, who was wrapped in a blanket and restless, still stuck his head out and threw Lawrence The sight of reproach. But even if he was stared at by such eyes, he couldn't do anything, Lawrence could only turn his head away to avoid the sight. Although it is a blessing in misfortune that what falls during the day is not the kind of raindrops that would slap the body, but mist and rain like smoke, the chill brought by the body sliding like ice blades has not diminished at all.

Herro probably didn't feel it as he wrapped himself in a blanket.However, Lawrence's side was too cold, but thinking that if he asked Herro for a blanket, the answer would be angry eyes, so Lawrence had to give up. It didn't take long for Lawrence's fingers to freeze, imagining that if he got under the car just like this, and if he happened to be seen by a kind fairy passing by for work, he would give me a hotel. Herro seemed to notice too, poking his head out from under the blanket and yawning. "Whoa...ha. It looks like you're going to be frozen if this goes on."

"Is this the line a guy in a warm blanket is supposed to say when someone else is shivering and holding on to the reins?" "Well, we are very afraid of the cold, so what if we don't keep warm." Saying this with a pleasant smile, even if you want to get angry, you can't do it. Ahead of Lawrence and Hero's path, a small black dot appeared in the milky white scenery. "That looks like a charred part floating in a boiled soup." As soon as Herro finished speaking, the hungry insects in his stomach cried out inappropriately, as if they hadn't been able to eat the fragrant soup.The black-bellied and cunning Xianlang didn't seem to expect that the hungry bug in his stomach would do such a thing at this time.After being stunned for a moment, he laughed unscrupulously.

Reynolds is a large port city located on the banks of the wide Roma River. Since the shadow of the town can already be seen, it should naturally be able to see the wide river.However, under the influence of the mist and rain, the river surface seemed to merge with the distant sky.When the weather is clear, you should be able to see the boats coming and going on the Roma River. After entering the city, you can see the endless stream of ships entering and leaving the port every day, or the ships tied to the pier with thick ropes for loading and unloading goods.Plus Herro's favorite outdoor vendors and strong booze.

Even if the door is blocked by heavy snow and you have to stop here, you should be able to spend a winter full of pleasant memories. However, there was one thing that worried Lawrence. "By the way, there is something I want to tell you first." "Ok?" "Although you said you've been to this town before, you may have forgotten it, so I'll say it again, the town of Reynolds is famous for its wood and fur." "so?" Up to now, Lawrence felt that it was impossible for Herro not to notice, but now he could only confirm Herro's reaction. "Among those pelts, would you be offended if there were wolf pelts?"

Herro was neither sad nor happy, and looked at Lawrence with a meaningful and ambiguous expression, and then gently stroked the scarf made of young fox fur at the neckline. It was a gift from the fish merchant Atima when I was in Camelson. After all, there was nothing wrong with the item itself and it could indeed function when it was cold, so Lawrence could only remain silent.However, Herro's tail drooped unintentionally. Presumably Herro noticed this kind of thing and used this to wrap around his neck to keep warm. After taking off the scarf, Herro held the part of his face facing Lawrence.

"I was eaten by wolves, but I have also eaten mice." Herro changed the tune and failed to imitate the voice of the young fox Lawrence shrugged slightly. The opponent is Hero the Wise Wolf. "Well, it's a matter of course that the weak prey on the strong. Basically, we don't trust you humans at all. You even trade your own kind?" "As such, slaves were a very lucrative business and a necessary commodity for merchants." "Just like you humans can make such rules without caring, we wolves have the same indifferent attitude towards the hunted objects. But what if the position is reversed?"

Herro squinted at Lawrence with reddish amber pupils. Lawrence remembered that when he and Herro first met, he had heard a joke about wolves eating humans in order to become smarter. Lawrence felt that those travelers who broke into the wolf's territory and failed to escape and lost their lives were all to blame, so his feelings for wolves were neither fear nor hatred. Because, this is a normal thing. "However, if someone who has something to do with us is really being hunted right in front of us, even we can't keep calm." Lawrence also understood this. Seeing that Lawrence remained silent, Herro continued.

"When you are chased by our male compatriots, you also feel panicked?" Slightly squinting eyes suddenly cast a completely different line of sight from before. Herro, who seemed to have always been enthusiastic about teasing Lawrence, couldn't help laughing. "Ah, I'm panicking, I'm almost lost." Lawrence returned his gaze to the horse and responded perfunctorily to Herro, who suddenly asked in an unhappy tone. "Why such a cold answer?" "that is because" Lawrence turned his head forward, then slowly closed his eyes and said. "I feel ashamed." Really embarrassing words. Lawrence couldn't help thinking this silently in his heart. However, the wolf sitting next to him naturally prefers meat food to the tasteless vegetarian food, so there is nothing he can do about it. Herro smiled and exhaled a white breath. "I'm ashamed." "That's right." After the cold and monotonous travel, there was naturally no dialogue. Lawrence thought that as long as he understood the character of the other party and used silence, it would be enough to heal his wounded heart, but this method was still no match for Herro.Both of them couldn't help laughing, and the horse seemed to want to restrain the two of them and wagged its tail, but it made them laugh even worse. Looking past Hero who was smiling and re-wrapping the scarf made of young fox fur, Lawrence could already see the whole picture of Reynolds City. The city protected by a century-old tall city wall is almost twice as large as the pagan city of Kemelsen, but due to the increasing number of houses that have even reached the corner of the city wall, it is really not a spacious place. place.The buildings are naturally very dense, one next to the other continuously extending into the distance. However, what he saw shortly afterwards made Lawrence think that the city had expanded beyond the city walls. Because even in the fog and rain, you can clearly see that there are many tents on both sides of the road leading to Reynolds. "This is the place called the bazaar?" (The original text is Menqian City, which should mean the market outside the city, but I can’t think of any good Chinese that can correspond to it...) "Because there is a church in the wilderness, otherwise it would be strange to set up a shop outside the city wall." Towns have to collect taxes in order to get rich, and they also have to pay taxes to pass through the walls. Of course, towns with a small area will sometimes encounter large-scale celebrations. Even so, at least a place will be circled with ropes or fences. "Well, then it's time to say that everyone here is here to do business?" As Herro said, if you look closely at the people nearby, you will find that they are all dressed in traveling clothes, cooking and chatting around the fire by the tent.Although it is a travel attire, the styles of clothing are still different, and they must have come here from different countries.There are roughly 20 tents, and through the fog and rain, you can vaguely see that there are about three or four people in each tent What they have in common is that they are all merchants who gather here for profit.Most of them carry a lot of goods, and there are even unbelievably large wooden barrels piled up on the wagons. Everyone's face was tired and dirty from the trip, but they couldn't hide the anxiety that flashed in their eyes. Lawrence thought it might be because of a coup in Reynolds, but even so, it was impossible for the residents to move to live in tents on both sides of the road, so he didn't understand what happened.Then the farmers with their donkeys on the ropes and the merchants with their goods on their backs stood up one by one and headed towards Reynolds, and headed towards their different destinations, as if they were trying to avoid the rain. Seeing such a scene makes people feel that it is no different from usual. "There's another dispute." Hero, who accentuated the word "again", snickered under the blanket. Lawrence looked at Herro with the look of "whose fault is it?" and Herro responded to Lawrence with the same look. "Maybe, after you met us, you deliberately got involved in various incidents in a hurry. After all, there has never been an incident directly caused by us." "Well." "The first time... well, part of our reasons were in it, but in the end it happened because of your desire. The second time it was all because of your lack of greed. The third time was because of yourself One is inexplicably scared. The last time was pure bad luck. Are we right?" Herro's words are always so correct. Lawrence stroked his "luxuriant" beard, which was a symbol of a traveling merchant but could not be trimmed due to the lack of hot water in the cold wind, but he was unwilling to honestly nod and admit it. "Although I can understand these in my mind." "Ok." "But in any case, I don't agree with this statement. Indeed, the cause of the incident does not lie with you." Even if he knew, Lawrence didn't want to admit it. Why would anyone want to make it all Herro's fault? Lawrence muttered about this contradictory feeling in a low voice, but Herro said simply with a natural expression. "It's not the incident caused by us. We don't understand your reluctance to nod and admit it." Racking his brains to think of a way to fight, but the slightly trembling eyebrows completely leaked this information, Herro Hee hee laughed. "You always act according to your own standards of action and leave us aside. Naturally, we also have the idea of ​​reciprocating?" The left eyebrow twitched involuntarily. This is almost the correct answer. However, this turned into admitting defeat in front of the wolf. so. "Hmph, it's quite stubborn." Herro's voice came to Lawrence's ears along with the drizzle floating in the air. An illusory, pure and at the same time indifferent smile flashed by. Be sure to hold on tight. In the depths of the heart that reason cannot reach, Hero's smile seems to be calling Lawrence strongly. The next moment, Lawrence's hands had embraced Herro's small body in his arms. But even such a picture does not make people feel out of place. "Mmm..." For the horses that drew the wagon were not four paces away. In the end the ooxx didn't work out, and Lawrence was in the carriage queue waiting to be checked in order to get into Reynolds. The reason is naturally very simple. There are countless pairs of eyes watching all around. For traveling merchants on a trip, the world is still small even if they are surrounded by companions.A reckless flirtation in plain sight at the entrance to town is sure to become a famous joke. Herro turned his head as if bored. Probably, in fact, it is really boring. However, now that she was no longer obtuse, she was able to express the same meaning as the woman's smile on the surface, and finally understood the subtle changes hidden in Herro's expression.Just like just now, apart from being bored, there was also a trace of anxiety. After discovering this, Lawrence understood.For myself, there are two benchmarks of action. One is Herro. The second is businessmen. For Herro, who was more afraid of loneliness than Lawrence, the fact that she might be placed on both ends of the scale with an object called a commodity at any time probably terrified her even more.Furthermore, only God knows where the balance will tip.And it might just barely keep the balance. Even if this is not the case, the end of the journey is not far away. That's why he cared about Lawrence's businessman's expression, and wanted to confirm his weight in Lawrence's heart. Which is more important, the amount of money in the account or yourself. However, Lawrence felt that even if he had such uneasiness in his heart, he should not be seen through so easily. The carriage was advancing slowly in the queue, and suddenly a puff of white smoke rose from under Herro's hood. With a slightly displeased expression, Herro turned to Lawrence. "Soup will do." It's about dinner.After the end, I confirmed it like a little girl. "Because it's cold, but considering the price, biscuits made of wheat flour are also good." "Hmm, sometimes I want to taste the aroma of milk or wine." Herro shrunk his head and hid the entire lower part of his face with the scarf made of young fox fur. Even so, the look of anticipation in his eyes still accumulated in Lawrence's stomach. All complaints were swept away. It's also good to order some delicious dishes once in a while. "It's not easy to get vegetables this season." "Vegetables? Don't you know the taste of black smooth beef floating in the milky white soup?" Although he has lived in the remote farm country for hundreds of years, Herro's taste is really more noble than noble. The towering city wall of Reynolds was right in front of him, Lawrence tried his best to suppress the smile on his face, and tried to fight back here no matter what. "Extreme things will be reversed. Eating too much of a good thing is poisonous." "For those of us who have not been able to eat good food for hundreds of years, your attitude is poisonous." Suddenly, Herro raised his head and met Lawrence's eyes unexpectedly. There is no confusion or wavering in the slightly reddish amber pupils, like dazzling gemstones that have been polished to glisten. In the face of the brilliance of gems, human beings can't help but bend their knees. However, Lawrence is not a noble lady who is full of interest in gems. To a merchant, if the price is not right, no matter how beautiful a gem is, it is worthless. "How about trying to negotiate with the wallet?" Herro pursed his lips like a child and turned his head to look straight ahead. Lawrence thought that not jumping into the pot for a dime would be better than not giving Herro meat, and Herro seemed convinced of that. And quarrels are also common. So Lawrence tightened his grip on the reins and drove the carriage forward. When we finally arrived at the city wall, we could clearly see a thin layer of moss covering the stone city wall due to the wetness of the rain, and the checkpoint was close at hand. Even I was a little surprised that there were no products that needed to be hidden in order to avoid tariffs this time.Fortunately, the thick beard concealed the inadvertent smile on his cheek. Perhaps because of the foggy and rainy winter days, there were hardly any people on the road. Occasionally, children breathing white breath and pressing their chests, or young people who looked like shop apprentices hurried past the carriage.Those who walk on the road like monsters in tarpaulins must be fellow travelers. There are almost no people in the open-air shop, only the drops of water falling from the rain-shielding awning from time to time. A few ordinary beggars in front of the store were begging for something around the ordinary shopkeeper.The scene is a typical peaceful town on a rainy day. However, the long line outside the city wall and the merchants who were cooking by the tent did not look like nothing happened. Lawrence was fiddling with the wooden "foreign business card" he got when he passed the checkpoint, while echoing Herro's dissatisfied complaints. "It's true that we also think that you humans are at the top of all things, but that's just surpassing in the evolution of the species, and there are no advantages or disadvantages. You think so too?" "yes." "For the poor individuals in the originally excellent population and the outstanding individuals in the not-so-excellent population, respect should be given to the latter, right?" "……yes." I don't know if it was because of the exhaustion of the journey, Herro did not express his anger directly as usual, but vented his dissatisfaction with a clay-like feeling. Although Lawrence didn't listen to the superfluous words of the guards at the checkpoint, he finally noticed it after he became the target of Herro's anger because he echoed too perfunctorily. "No, for nobles who have nothing but blood in prestige, character, and property, and commoners with prestige, character, and property, no matter how you think about it, you should pay respect to the latter." If it was in normal times, he would definitely be more angry with such obvious "flattery", but now Herro seems to be indifferent to anything. Hero shook his head exaggeratedly and sighed heavily like a big man drunk with strong alcohol. In fact, Herro's tail was discovered by the guards because of the very careful physical inspection when passing through the checkpoint. Of course, Hero's calm and composed appearance made people think that it was just a short skirt wrapped around the waist to keep out the cold, and the guards naturally did not doubt it. However, "What, it turned out to be made of cheap wolf fur." As expected of a guard who inspects a base where wood and furs are distributed, he can tell at a glance that this is not fox or dog fur. There is nothing wrong with the evaluation. In the ranking of the value of fur, wolf fur is cheaper than dog fur.The reality is that no matter how superior the texture of wolf fur is, or a furrier who has a brain is particularly fond of wolf fur, its highest evaluation cannot be compared with buckskin. It's just that it is related to the question of whether the wolf's self-esteem is worth money, and Herro is very proud of this point. Because of this, Herro, who was on the sidelines, quarreled like a child who was not praised. Anyway, he only needs to deal with the complaints without a word while holding the rein tightly, and now Lawrence looks at Herro from the corner of his eye.It seemed that he would not stop before dinner, so Lawrence had no choice but to scratch his chin with a corner of the wooden sign. Lawrence's attention was now drawn to the wooden sign. This is a very simple wooden sign, an urgent product that didn't even have time to strike a seal. If you don't show this wooden sign when purchasing in the city, you won't be able to trade, the guard said to Lawrence. That's all for the explanation, the travelers in the eel-like line are checked one by one through the entrance. None of the businessmen didn't care about this wooden sign. Such a thing, let alone in Reynolds, has never been heard of in other towns. "Hey, you." "Hey, huh?" Feeling a shock from his calf, Lawrence turned his head and met Hirona's sharp gaze unexpectedly. Although I feel that if I miss this opportunity, I won’t have the opportunity to speak, but Herro has already started the continuation of the previous topic before thinking of the topic. "Have you decided where to stay yet?" It must be because of the cold and the hunger at the same time that I couldn't bear to ride the carriage anymore. "We'll be there right after turning that street corner." After Lawrence said, pointing ahead, and sighed helplessly for not being able to confirm with his eyes, Herro stretched out his head and buried it under the hood. If you don't carefully consider the amount of meat added to the thick soup, you will be in big trouble. While thinking about such a difficult problem, he drove the carriage and finally arrived at the destination. Lawrence looked up at the ordinary four-story building where it was really difficult for people to associate words such as luxury or beauty. The first floor wall facing the street was transformed into two shutter doors, the lower one can be used as a display shed when opened horizontally, while the upper one can be used as a eaves.But now both doors are closed, as if trying to resist the invasion of the cold air outside. Seeing that he was brought to this place that looked more like a store than a hotel, Herro looked away even more dissatisfied. Dispelling his idea of ​​explaining that "you can't find a good place to live with money", Lawrence jumped out of the carriage and ran all the way to escape from Herro's cold gaze, and came to the hotel door and rang the bell. However, I can't see the sign that it is open, and it doesn't look like all the rooms are full. It makes people feel that the business is closed because the weather is too cold today. Therefore, when there was a human breath coming from behind the door and the moment the door opened, Lawrence was stunned instead. "Accommodation or meals?" I don't know if it's because of the cold, but a brief and lazy inquiry came from the slightly opened door. Looking in from the crack, the owner of the voice could be seen as a man with long white beard covering most of his cheeks. Hunchback old man. "Accommodation, two people." The old man nodded slightly and immediately turned around. After opening the door, you can see that the interior of the room is empty. What's going on? Lawrence suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask. "A warm room or a bright room, which is better?" Herro frowned, perhaps because he didn't expect Lawrence to have such a problem. "...Is there no room that is both warm and bright?" "Then let's lead the horse to the stable first. The owner who just went in... Judging from what the old man said, the rooms are all empty." "Ok." Lawrence and Herro switched places and re-sit in the carriage, holding the reins tightly.It seemed that the horse couldn't bear the cold wind and wanted to return to the stable as soon as possible, so he shook his head eagerly.Just as Lawrence held the reins and was about to drive the horses forward, Herro also entered the hotel through the open door. Even if a few layers of grime have accumulated on the heavy clothes due to the hardships of the journey, the figure hidden under the headscarf will definitely emit a dazzling light among the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. But even wearing heavy clothes, the tail swollen with excitement is still very obvious. Lawrence smiled casually, and drove into the stable.There were two beggars who were guards and tenants in the stable, and they were looking at Lawrence from head to toe. They would never forget anyone they met once, so they naturally remembered about Lawrence. One of them nodded slightly to signal Lawrence to stop on the other side.There was no reason to disobey, and Lawrence stopped the carriage at the indicated place. Beside him was a mountain horse with thick limbs. There seemed to be some kind of long hair mixed with the shiny black fur of this horse. It must have been It must be a horse that brought furs from the north. "Get along well." Lawrence patted the horse's back and jumped out of the carriage. After handing two beggars two copper coins, he entered the house with luggage in his hand. The hotel was originally a belt factory and workers' dormitory.The first floor is where the workers work, so almost all the walls have been pierced and naturally there are no beds.Now it has been transformed into a warehouse for merchants from all over the world to store all kinds of goods for a long time. The goods were piled up in a disorderly manner, and they finally walked to the clean owner's residence in a corner of the warehouse. In the middle of the cleared space is a low wooden table and an iron tripod supporting an iron pot.While adding charcoal to the iron pot, the owner drank wine to warm his frozen body for a day. From time to time, he fantasized about galloping in a distant land. "We must go on a tour to the South next year." This is his mantra. Finally, he noticed the existence of Lawrence beside him, and cast a cold gaze from under his long eyebrows. "Third floor, by the window." "Okay. On the third floor, hey, by the window?" The owner doesn't seem to care about whether the accommodation fee is collected first or later, but facing such a silent owner, it would be better to pay now.So Lawrence reckoned and put the accommodation fee on the table, but turned his head in surprise after hearing the owner's explanation. "By the window." After the owner repeated it, he closed his eyes. The meaning was very clear, he no longer wanted to continue talking with Lawrence. Lawrence shook his head slightly, and left the "residence" a little helplessly. Holding on to the dusty railing, Lawrence stepped up the stairs step by step. The second floor seemed to be where the workers lived, and there were rooms with fireplaces everywhere, and there was even a kitchen in the owner's room.The buildings here are slightly different in that the fireplace is located in the center of the room, and many rooms on the third and fourth floors have smoke exhaust pipes installed for heating. Of course, the price of doing this is that the layout of the rooms has become a very troublesome thing. In the house full of smoke exhaust pipes, a lot of reconstruction work has been done to prevent the leakage of smoke, mainly living on the third and fourth floors. Apprentices benefit from it without knowing it. The silent but gentle former owner of the belt factory is now the owner of this hotel named Alod Eklund. After nightfall, he was probably holding a glass of wine and shuttling between the oval rooms filled with all kinds of noisy conversations and laughter.Now all he could hear in his room was the fading sound of firewood coming from the fireplace. There are only four rooms on the entire third floor. When it was still a factory, the newcomers and day laborers lived on the fourth floor, so the rooms on the third floor were more spacious. However, not all rooms can enjoy the blessings of the smoke exhaust pipes. Only one of the four rooms is equipped with smoke exhaust pipes. Choosing a room with bright windows means that you will not get warmth. Windows and warmth have become incompatible things here. Lawrence felt that Herro seemed to have said that a warm room is better, but as soon as he stepped into the room, he saw that Herro had already taken off his rain-soaked clothes and was lying on the bed. Lawrence wondered if Herro was secretly crying because he was unwilling, but judging from the hastily rolled up blanket, he seemed to have fallen asleep early. Because I've been getting angry all the time, I guess I'm getting tired faster. Lawrence put Herro's scattered clothes on the back of the chair, and began to take off his traveling clothes.The most enjoyable part of traveling is the moment when you take off your wet clothes.After getting rid of the coat that had almost turned into clay, I finally returned to the dry state before being wet by the rain. But this outfit made people feel the coldness of the air more than when they were soaked. And if you don't go to the second floor without people, you can't find a stove that can dry. This room without a heater after nightfall was no different than camping without a fire. In this situation, just wrapping in a blanket is not enough to keep out the cold.Lawrence picked up Girona's clothes, which had become heavy due to water absorption, and was about to go out like a serious servant who would never hate work, when he suddenly noticed. Herro's tail poked out slightly through a gap in the bed's blanket piled like bread, bacon, and cheese. What a cunning fellow, Lawrence couldn't help thinking. In order to attract the eyes of the knights they like, noble girls will deliberately hang down their black and beautiful long hair through the gaps in the windows. Although Herro's original intention was not like this, for the current Lawrence, there is no other choice. "Well, what a beautiful tail, it's warm and soft fur." After a brief rest, Lawrence stopped by the blanket covering Herro's tail. Then he sighed helplessly. Herro is a very lovable and stubborn girl, as long as she has Lawrence's praise, it doesn't matter how insulted she has been, although her mind is difficult to guess.But now he should be lying in the quilt and sulking all by himself. Still, Lawrence complimented her tail. After Lawrence smiled wryly and sighed, he realized that he had no reason to stay here any longer, and prepared to go downstairs and leave. Herro is being coquettish in her own way. While this is Herro's first-rate sting, there's no real malice involved. It was a good thing not to be by the side of a wolf who could read people's hearts. Brazenly thinking about such and such possibilities, Lawrence went to the room with a fireplace on the second floor. There was no one in the living room, only the sound of the flames beating gently.Amidst the flickering firelight, there was only one chair lying quietly in the corner of the room.Although this chair was not enough to dry the pile of clothes he held in his hands, Lawrence was not panicked. On the wall of the living room, there is a row of nails three-quarters of the way into the wall. The front ends of the nails are all bent into the shape of hooks, and a listless leather cord hangs from some of them. It is used by travelers to dry their clothes on rainy days, and to dry their meat and vegetables on sunny days. Lawrence quickly hung up the soaked clothes on the leather rope. As a result, there were more clothes than expected, occupying the entire leather rope. Can only hope no one else came before drying. Lawrence silently repeated this thought in his heart while lying down on the special seat in front of the fireplace. Suddenly, there was the creaking sound of the stairs being rolled over from outside the door. "..." It was useless to doubt, it was indeed the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor. In order to confirm the source of the sound, he turned his eyes to the door, but unexpectedly met the eyes of the traveler who passed the stairs to the door and peeked in. The head is wrapped with a large piece of cloth that is more like a mask and a hood than a turban, covering the entire face above the nose and below the mouth. Naturally, no expression can be seen, but the exposed eyes are very sharp.He is not considered tall, only slightly taller than Herro. The outfit can be said to be heavy equipment, the body is almost wrapped in a square can, and the most eye-catching thing is the heavy boots that are tightly wrapped with leather cords up to the calf.This is the proof of a non-horse hiker, probably walking all the way here from a fairly remote place, and judging from his unwavering eyes, he should be a seasoned veteran. Light blue pupils can be seen from the gaps in the cloth that heavily wraps the face, sharp but with a hint of indifference, definitely not a friendly traveler. The other party seemed to have finished sizing him up like Lawrence, and continued walking up the stairs without even saying hello. He was clearly carrying a heavy load, but he couldn't hear the footsteps at all. It seemed that he had booked a room on the third floor, and soon there was a slight sound of opening and closing the door overhead. With Alod's almost indifference to his guests' affairs, the inn was a very convenient place for the socially unsocial.Even businessmen, not everyone is good at communicating with people. The reason why Lawrence would stay here every time he came to Reynolds was because it was a place of good quality and cheap and the facilities were complete, and secondly because Aloyd was originally one of the subordinate merchants of the Ron Chamber of Commerce.It is said that it was originally a fur merchant, but it was inherited by a relative who ran a leather rope factory as a married man. There is no Ron Company's trading house in Reynolds City, so it is very common for merchants belonging to such an organization to use each other. Moreover, this time with Hero by his side, it would be great to be able to stay with Alod who doesn't pay attention to the background of the guests. However, right now, Lawrence is having a headache because he has to add meat to the dishes in order to please Herro.要想让赫罗重新高兴起来可绝不是什么加入了一星半点的肉食的浓汤就能蒙混过关的，为了看见那张笑脸在这里的滞留费用恐怕就要飞涨了。 就在罗伦斯考虑着如何才能超越这个难题的时候，漫长旅途所带来的疲劳感终于还是铺天盖地的袭来，罗伦斯慢慢的在暖炉前进入了梦乡。