Lin said with a smile: "Take it. Please give me another broth and bread. And … "Lin turned his head and asked," … do you want wine? "
The young Wizard hiding behind someone nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice. Lin turned his head and said: "Give me two more cups of ale. Is that enough? "
"Yes." The fat shopkeeper stuffed a few more gold coins back into Lin's hand, took two, and said: "Find yourself an empty seat." Then he left to make preparations.
The reason why Lin didn't cause trouble when he entered was because he guessed that someone who could tolerate someone buying food and wine on credit shouldn't have a bad character. And from the fact that he only took a portion and didn't take all of it, he knew that the other party had a sense of propriety. It should be known that according to the consumption level of ordinary taverns, the five gold coins that Lin just took out could probably be used to eat and drink here for free for a long time.
This wasn't because the other party was afraid of Wizards. The ordinary residents living in the Holy City of Estali were usually neither humble nor arrogant in front of the sorcerers. They would not bow everywhere and live in fear like the servants. Apart from the self-restraint of the sorcerers, the idling inspectors were also a big reason.
Wizards couldn't completely separate themselves from ordinary people. Just like nobles, no matter how noble they were, they still needed peasants and soldiers to maintain their wealth and authority. Therefore, when Wizards had disputes with ordinary people, most of the inspectors who came forward to arbitrate were on the side of reason.
But this kind of civilized behavior was only seen in the bright parts of the Holy City. But for ordinary people, this kind of life was quite good. As for those who voluntarily walked into the dark side, of course, another set of rules applied. But as long as they didn't walk into the shadows themselves, everyone still abided by the rules.
This was also the reason why the fat shopkeeper wasn't afraid to throw out a Wizard who owed money. Of course, although he himself didn't know magic, he was also a capable person. But opening a shop was always a business. Since someone paid off the debt, he had no reason not to continue doing business. Therefore, hot broth and soft, good bread were quickly served on the table. At the same time, there were two large cups of ale.
These things could be regarded as the most high-end cuisine in a tavern. The young transmigrator from Italy hadn't eaten such good food for a long time. Plus, he was really hungry, so he wolfed down the food on the spot.
There was, of course, some conversation in Italian and the common language of the Maze. It was just that with food in his mouth, his speech was unclear, and his emotions were agitated. It was already amazing if he could understand two out of ten sentences.
Even so, Lin had a rough idea of the young man's situation.
Two years ago, when he was about fourteen years old, he suddenly came to this world. Similar to a certain someone, he was taken in by a kind-hearted old magician. But after that, his experience was different from someone else's, because in less than half a year, that old magician died. After that, he lived alone until today.
"So, the Golden Thread on your body is fake."
The young magician who was exposed said in shame, "Yes, this is the relic of the old magician who took care of me. I was his last apprentice. After I buried him, I took all his belongings, including this magician's cape. "
Lin sighed. What an audacious young man. It was no wonder that in his detection, this young man's authority level was at most that of an ordinary entry-level apprentice, not even reaching the first ring. He said, "Listen to my advice, take down that golden tassel thread. If the inspector finds out that you're pretending to be a magician, it will be very serious. "
Because of the mobility of adventurers in the Maze, when a group of people came to a new place, it was difficult to determine their identity. Most of the time, what the adventurer or magician reported, the people at the new place would register. Except for the prefix "big", which needed to be recognized.
The reason why it was so lenient, in addition to the difficulty of verification, was that no one had to be responsible for other people, only themselves. Obviously, he was just an apprentice magician, but he wanted to pretend to be a magician and take on a mission beyond his ability. Who would die?
It was just to prevent such a fake from getting himself killed, but also to implicate his teammates in the Maze. There were still punishments for this kind of person who pretended to be a magician. Don't think that you can get away with a fine or jail time. Usually, it was either an arm, a leg, or a life.
So after knowing the situation of this fellow, Lin couldn't help but warn him that this kind of behavior was not acceptable.
As if he knew that what he was doing was not very good, the young man followed the advice and pulled down the Golden Thread and put it in his arms.
And to be honest, there was no real difference between having the identity of a magician or an apprentice in this world. Perhaps everyone would be very respectful to the mage wearing the Golden Tassel, but they wouldn't charge him less than the money he deserved. When they found out that this person was just a paper tiger, it was useless even if they hung ten Golden Threads.
Some fierce people even dared to touch a real magician, let alone a fake one. On the other hand, the fake magician had to worry about how he would die the moment he was exposed. The young man hung it before only because no one mentioned it, so he didn't pay attention to it. When someone exposed him, the Golden Thread was collected without hesitation.
After getting rid of the eyesore of the Golden Thread, the two couldn't help but ask each other about their origins. The young man only said that he was from Florence, which was ruled by the Medici family. He couldn't say anything more if he wanted to ask in detail. From Lin's observation, it wasn't that he deliberately hid it, but that he really didn't know.
And as far as a certain someone knew about European history, the Medici family was an old noble family in Western Europe. But such a family seemed to have been cut off in the eighteenth century, and before that, Florence had always been their family's nest. This meant that the young man in front of him was a European before the eighteenth century.
It was also because in Europe during that period, knowledge was not as widespread as it was on modern Earth, so he wanted to ask the young man more about his hometown, especially the time period he belonged to, but he didn't know anything. He could only say some of the customs and customs of Florence in his impression, and they were all trivial matters.
But a certain someone wasn't a professional in European history, so he couldn't make any inferences about the mountains and rivers he talked about. Suddenly, Lin Xiang thought of something and asked, "Do you know the Pope?"
The young man who was biting the bread widened his eyes and quickly swallowed it. He drew a cross on his chest and said, "Of course I know."
"Then in your impression, who is the Pope?"
"It seems to be Pope Pius II, but I also heard that it was changed to Pope Paul II. I live in the countryside, so I'm not very sensitive to this kind of news. "
… Well, it was already amazing that a certain someone could remember the order of the twenty-two histories of China. As a science student, he didn't have the ability to memorize the list of emperors, and he had never even looked it up, let alone the list of Catholic Popes. So, it was a waste of time to ask.
In short, the young Italian man was called Leonardo, and he didn't have a surname.
It was normal for European civilians before the eighteenth century to not have a surname. In that period, only the nobles had surnames.
The name Leonardo didn't feel anything. This was considered a market name in Italy. Think of the little plum who later bought the Titanic. It wasn't unreasonable for Europeans and Americans to talk about the second, third, and more than ten generations.
He was homeless and claimed to be able to do anything. So after he ate and drank to his heart's content, Lin took him home. Just based on his Italian, a certain someone couldn't let him wander outside. The friendship of fellow countrymen was about helping each other if he could. If there were problems later, he would think about it later. If he didn't help because he was afraid of problems, he would feel even more guilty.
Besides, the other party obviously came from a different era. Why? If a certain someone didn't find out the answer to this question, he wouldn't be able to sleep well. Anyway, the other party had nowhere to go and was living in poverty. It wouldn't be much trouble to have another mouth at home.
It wasn't that Leonardo didn't ask about a certain someone's background. But a young man's mouth definitely couldn't compare to Lin's, who was also considered a wily old fox. He only said that he came from a country further east than Florence. Unfortunately, this young man only knew about the Velstuman Empire. Whether it was the Great Ming or the Great Qing, he just shook his head. So it took some effort to confirm the time period of his arrival.
No one said anything when they brought a living person home. Anyway, there were still many guest rooms. After asking Vana to clean one, Leonardo went to sleep.
According to him, this period of time had been quite difficult, especially in the cold wind and snow, and he often woke up from the cold. If this continued, he might not wake up one day. So there was a room that didn't leak in, and there was a blanket. He was so excited that he couldn't speak. He didn't care about pleasantries and just stayed. To him, it was a rare thing to hear a local accent in this strange world.
Leonardo, who had suffered for many days, finally had a comfortable environment and fell asleep immediately. He wasn't afraid of being sold or anything. It was just a rotten life, so it couldn't be worse.
But after eating, drinking, and talking about business, he didn't want to sleep so quickly. When it came to cars, the discussion today was all about preparations. If he wanted to implement the production and research rules, he couldn't rely on those people. He had to draw up a set of rules himself.
But more of his thoughts were on the word "transmigration". A big reason why he wanted to contact the people of the Jialong Chamber of Commerce was because he suspected that their ancestors were also transmigrators. After meeting them today, that feeling was even stronger. And he could tell that they weren't from the same era as him.
First, their guards' attire and the weapons they used had a strong modern military style, but they didn't know anything about "cars". Secondly, they had many types of crops, including spices, and many of them were exclusive to the Chamber of Commerce. Plus, those exclusive varieties were actually some kind of edible plants from Earth.
So Lin guessed that their ancestors were most likely from Vietnam during the French colonial era.
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