It was already noon. The scorching sun hanging high in the sky seemed to scorch everything. The scenery in the distance became slightly distorted due to the dancing heat waves in the air.
Roland returned to the hillside along the path. The gate of the church was open. He walked in, only to see that Falken was treating a fat woman. A moment later, the woman laughed and walked away with dozens of kilograms of fat. She looked rather heroic.
After everything was done, Falken cast Language Proficiency at Roland without saying anything. Then, he asked, "How much did you earn from the mines?"
"Twenty-eight copper coins." Roland took out a coin from his clothes. "Speaking of which, this should be a copper coin, right?"
His hands behind his back, Falken walked to him and smiled. "You made more than I expected. I thought that you would be lucky if you could earn ten copper coins at the beginning. Twenty-eight copper coins are enough for you to eat for a few days. "
Roland laughed. "I was lucky. Speaking of which, is there a place to eat in this town? I'm a little hungry."
"Turn right after you go down the hill and walk straight along the path. After you pass a dock, you'll see a tavern on your right. The food in the tavern is good and cheap. Of course, the taste is mediocre. I don't know if you like it."
"It's good enough that I have food." Roland shrugged and thanked Falken, before he left the church.
Following Falken's instructions, Roland found the tavern under the scorching sun.
There were four hieroglyphs engraved on the door of the tavern. Language Proficiency could only allow people to chat with each other. It was used for mental communication between two parties, but it would not allow the spellcaster or the spellcaster to understand words and writing.
The tavern was not very large. It was probably less than two hundred square meters. The door was a low wooden door. One could see what was going on inside from the outside.
Several old but clean round tables were surrounded by a few round stools. The fragrance of bread and the slightly sour stench of alcohol came from the tables. Roland also saw several men sitting around a table, drinking from big gray wooden cups and talking loudly as if they were drunk.
Roland opened the door and walked in. The waitress who had been standing at the counter immediately turned around and shouted with glowing eyes, "Sir, welcome to the Lake View Tavern. What can I do for you?"
So, the four words on the door of the tavern meant Lake View Tavern.
Under the surprised gaze of the waitress, Roland retreated to the entrance of the tavern and used the camera function that came with the system to capture the four hieroglyphs. Then, he noted the Chinese meaning of the four hieroglyphs.
Although Language Proficiency could not make one understand words immediately, it could be used from a different perspective. Also, it did not seem to be limited by language. It was a rather good spell.
Roland was quite happy that he had discovered another trick. However, when he entered the tavern, he saw that the waitress was observing him in a weird way. He thought about it and realized that his weird behavior just now had surprised the waitress.
"Do you have anything cheap and delicious here?" Roland sat on the chair at the counter and asked with a smile, "Don't recommend anything too expensive. I don't have much money."
The waitress was not very pretty, but she was young and cute. On both sides of her nose, there were some freckles. Her eyes were blue and very big. Her smile was very sweet, making people feel very comfortable.
"Then I recommend the honey bread." The waitress was also wearing linen clothes, except that they were newer and cleaner. "I know you, the hero who saved three children. It's a shame that I'm not the owner of the tavern, or I would've sold the honey bread to you at half price."
"Then I'll have the honey bread first."
"Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress went back to the kitchen and quickly came out with a plate with a long piece of bread on it. The bread was smeared with waxy gold honey. "This is the bread you ordered. Two copper coins for you."
The honey bread looked rather big. Two copper coins was indeed a reasonable price, at least in Roland's opinion. He took out two copper coins and gave them to the waitress. Then, he noticed that the waitress was looking at his hands in a weird way.
Retracting his hands, Roland discovered that there were five or six bloody blisters on each of them. They were quite eye-catching. He pressed them, only to find that they did not hurt at all. He knew that it was because the pain was only one-tenth as strong as before.
That was the sequela of mining. But it didn't matter if it did not hurt. He could continue mining and saving money tomorrow morning.
Roland accepted the bread and tasted it. Then, he had a subtle expression. The honey was good, and so was the flour. However, the honey bread did not taste good. It was hard and had an indescribable taste.
No wonder Falken said that the food in this tavern was not to his liking.
Seeing Roland's subtle expression, the waitress knew what was going on. She said with a smile, "Not to your liking? But our bread is already the best in town. It's just not to the taste of a big shot like you. "
"Big shot? He's just a brat."
One of the men sitting there drinking wine turned around and shouted with a red face, "Apart from having soft skin and tender flesh, there's nothing else good about him. It was only luck that he saved the three kids. I could've done it too. Why are you praising this brat so much? "
Roland knew that he was famous in town, but he did not know that he was actually very famous. Children were the future of a family, a town, and a country. No matter where it was, descendants were always the most important.
Most of the time, saving a child's life would make one feel more grateful than saving an adult's life.
Of course, no matter how great a hero was, there would always be people who disliked them as long as they were admired. Most of the time, there was only one reason for that.
Jealousy.
Roland looked at the three drunkards, only to discover that they were all middle-aged. There was nothing worth mentioning about them. Their bodies were no different from ordinary people, and their looks were not remarkable either.
Did they trigger a quest? Thinking that, Roland decided to test it. With a provocative smile, he said, "Cut the crap. Why don't we go out and practice?"
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