Twenty Sided Dice

? The two men stationed their horses in front of the door and jumped off with a flick of their cloak. ¥°F. ￥℉ The feeling of stepping on the mud with your feet is not good, but you can still feel that there should be a layer of stone-paved roads under the mud. Siegel turned on his spiritual vision, and there was no magic fluctuation around. Are all these amulets deceiving? With this question in mind, he grabbed the hidden wooden door.

Since the door frame was in disrepair and had long since been separated from the wall, a corner of the wooden door got stuck in the mud when it was opened and had to be lifted up. Inside the humble thatched hut was a very simple room, with a woven reed mat on the floor, a long dilapidated table, three chairs and a quilt on the floor. There was a rusty iron stove in the corner of the room, and an old woman with gray hair was boiling water with a kettle. She was already hunched, her legs bent inward, and her body was very inflexible. Coughing loudly, she waved her dry hands and said in a phlegm-filled tone: "Come on, wipe your feet, then come in and sit down."

There is no holy emblem here, nor anything related to religion or gods, nor any materials for casting spells, but there is an iron cage with monkeys in the corner. The monkeys are looking around with their smart eyes, and they seem to be able to see human emotions. In addition, Siegel only saw some simple alchemy utensils, although they were disguised as ordinary pots and pans, but they were all made of special materials, and Siegel would not admit it wrong.

"The ghost fog swamp is full of ghosts, and it will be dangerous to enter." The old woman poured hot tea for the two with trembling hands and handed it over. "Drink it, it's sweet reed root, it's delicious."

Siegel is basically not afraid of toxins, and he can turn into a skeleton at any time to avoid this type of damage. But he glanced at it, and there were indeed reed roots in the water, white and yellow, looking very good, exuding a bitter fragrance. Siegel took a sip and put it aside.

"Old man, we came to you for the amulet." Siegel said: "It seems that we have this. We can go to see the lord."

"Oh, amulet, who didn't come for this?" The old woman brought a chair and sat across from Siegel. Said to him, "Come, show me your hand."

Siegel did what he said. The old woman slid her rough knuckles across the lines of his palms, flipping back and forth between the palms and the backs of his hands. "Your experience is very strange. You have worked hard and held a sword. Now you are living a good life. Huh?"

Then she looked at Moore's palm prints again, "A good boy, he seems to be working hard, not bad."

She sniffed the scent of the two of them again, nodded, and then took out two amulets from her pocket: "Ten gold coins each," she said.

"It's expensive," Siegel said. "A lot of people out there are wearing amulets. It can't be the price. Not everyone can afford ten gold coins."

"But you can afford it! I don't need to be blind or deaf. I can know if you are a bad person, and how much money you have." The old woman handed over the amulet. "Besides, this can protect you from the threat of evil spirits, otherwise you will not be able to move an inch here."

Thinking of the hostile eyes outside, and thinking of the opinion of another lord, Siegel had no choice but to pay and take the possession. There is no magic fluctuation on it, it is more like some kind of totem token: "Old man, what's the matter with the evil ghost you said?"

"There are man-eating monsters in the ghost fog swamp, and then they put on human skins and pretend to be normal people. They try to sneak in. Many caravans have been attacked, and most of them have not bought amulets. It is very dangerous to leave the road here, you guys Never go in; no one can be trusted without a talisman. Be careful."

"After the ghost fog swamp is enveloped, are the original residents of the wasteland in danger?"

"The Lord is very kind, and let everyone live around the castle. It is very safe." The old lady smiled, only the last tooth in her mouth was still stubbornly insisting.

"Everything has been withdrawn, what do you eat? I don't know if the mushrooms grown now are enough to eat. I heard that there is a big mushroom that even mages like to eat, but I can't remember the name, is there still now?"

"We are very fortunate that it doesn't take much land to grow mushrooms, so there is no problem in concentrating them in the castle. The mushroom you mentioned is called red wheat mushroom, and it tastes like bread. You can eat it when you meet the lord."

"Thank you, we say goodbye."

Siegel and Moore left the hut and hung the talisman over their coats. The eyes around him were much softer, no longer the cold, cautious and hostile kind.

The guards also breathed a sigh of relief, scattered the surrounding formations, and returned to their respective posts. Siegel looked down at the amulet on his body, and doubts arose in his heart.

If you want to see the lord, you need to pass the layers, and Siegel changed to the tavern under the guidance of the villagers to rest. A large number of idlers gathered here, crowding the shop that was not very spacious. Siegel felt that the mount was treated better than himself, at least it could enjoy the care of a single room.

The air in the tavern is humid, mixed with the smell of bad alcohol, sweat and greasy food, and if you add the salty smell of sea water, it is more like a cabin. Siegel crossed the crowded table and went straight to the front of the counter, his weapon rattling, and many could raise his head to look twice, then lowered his head and used cover to observe carefully.

The owner of the tavern is a human of dwarf blood, with a stout build and thick hair. "What do you want?"

Siegel took out a gold coin: "Give everyone a glass of ale, count it as my treat, and pour me two glasses of mead." He made More stand behind him and looked around cautiously. Mermaids and dragons are mixed here, so you need to be careful.

The boss glanced at Siegel, mumbled, then took out a pottery cup and filled it up and placed it in front of the guests. Siegel took out another shiny gold coin, placed it under one of the cups, and waited with the other cup in hand.

This is a common method of inquiring in pubs. The person who lifts the cup needs to have the confidence to earn the money under the cup: either drink it up and take the reward; or put it down again and pay for his recklessness. Usually this cup the price of wine. But no matter who it is, they can't reveal the question of the questioner, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, there is also a case where the respondent breaks the cup. This shows that the questioner is deliberately looking for trouble, and everyone must make concerted efforts to eliminate this troublemaker.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Siegel is from outside, well-equipped, and has a great demeanor. Not a simple character. Many people hesitated, thinking that this gold coin might not be easy to earn.

Siegel was patient, holding the cup motionless, pricked up to listen to the sounds around him. after awhile. Finally, a thin young man in leather armor came over and moved his **** to the chair. There was a long dagger hanging from his waist, and it was estimated that there was another dagger hidden somewhere on his body.

He picked up the cup and stuck his ear out. Siegel leaned down. He said four words in his ear: "Mage McGonagall".

The young man's face changed, and the hand holding the cup trembled involuntarily, but he raised his neck and drank the wine. He and Siegel turned and sat towards the bar with their backs to the tavern patrons. As for the dwarf mixed-race hotel owner, he also happened to have something to do, giving space to these two people.

The young man in leather armor lowered his voice and said to Siegel: "If you want to know the general news, then a gold coin is enough. But if you want to hear the truth, then the price you offer is not enough to make People take risks."

"Make a price," Siegel said.

"Ten gold coins. But don't pay from here until you leave the tavern."

Siegel nodded in agreement.

"Mage McGonagall originally lived on a cliff on the east coast, where there was a stone house and some herbs were grown around it. She used to come here to buy food and mushrooms, and sell her alchemy potions. Later, some of her There was a problem with the experiment, which attracted the ghost fog of the swamp, which swallowed all the open spaces of the wasteland. The lord condemned her and offered a reward of 100 gold coins for her head. For this reason, many mercenaries entered the fog to find her. From now on No one has earned the bounty other than adding many missing persons."

After saying this, the young man picked up the gold coin. Siegel looked at him and knew he was for another ten gold coins. There is definitely more below.

"My friend's friend heard a story about last month. Someone tried to steal the lord's treasure trove and dug a tunnel from the Weeping Tower to the Light Tower. They miscalculated the direction. , and ended up digging into a dungeon."

The young man in leather armor lowered his volume again and said to Siegel: "They saw Mag, locked in a cell. Live well." He waved his hand and sneered: "It's not too much actually. Well, it’s not something anyone can get used to. The man saw the alchemy tool, and it seemed that Mag was still conducting some kind of magic experiment. The man was lurking in the dungeon, for fear of being discovered by the mage, but he didn’t expect to see the lord again. Appeared in front of McGonagall, quarreled with him, and beat him hard with a whip. He didn't dare to look any more, so he sneaked away."

"It's funny what you said, but it's not substantiated," Siegel said. "I can't find a second one to retell what your friend's friend has heard, and it's not worth ten gold coins unless you Tell me the entrance to that passage at least that would prove something."

"I don't know where the entrance to their passage is."

Siegel smiled slightly~www.readwn.com~ patted the table with his palm lightly, and patiently said: "Think carefully."

The young man in the leather armor looked into Siegel's eyes and suddenly felt as if he was drawn into it. The voice kept repeating in his head: This man is your friend, you can say anything to him, everything is normal.

"There is a room on the second floor of the Weeping Tower with a huge oil painting of the coast. There is only half of the picture left in the frame, but it is still easily recognizable. There are two fireplaces in that room, and behind the one near the door is a The secret door, the mezzanine leading to the castle wall, can go to the underground secret passage. I really don't know how to go after that."

"That's enough, thank you." Siegel shook his hand and tucked a small gem into his palm. This is much easier than giving him ten gold coins, and he doesn't have to go in and out of the tavern.

Next, Siegel took out another gold coin and placed it under the new mead glass. A story needs to be heard many times to know it all, and the prudent adventurer should do so as Sir Bill taught him. (To be continued.)

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