This was also what Brando knew, "What about the others? Will they trouble us? I don't trust those mercenaries out there. "
"My lord, you can rest assured that there are very few people heading north to the forest. Most of the mercenaries who pass by here are actually going to Lantonilan."
Brando nodded. At least the fellow had not lied so far. He narrowed his eyes and asked again, "What about the merchants? Shouldn't there be fur traders going into the forest to collect goods from the hunters at this time of the year? Won't they send mercenaries in? "
"My lord knows so much," the innkeeper's bald head had a few fine beads of sweat, "But there are still very few people at this time of the year, so it's nothing to worry about. Besides, most of them are dutiful merchants. "
Dutiful merchants. If there were any dutiful merchants left, Brando guessed that it was only the Roman lady beside him. Most of the people walking in Erouine were armed merchants, and these merchants were more or less dirty.
But he didn't mention it and just replied, "I know, but I don't want to listen to your estimates. Just tell me which caravans have entered the forest recently and how I can avoid them. "
He paused for a moment, "Also, get me a record of the merchant ships that have entered and left the port recently. I know that there will be records of this in your inn. "
"Understood," the innkeeper wiped the grease off his bald head and replied with a head full of sweat, "I understand, my lord. I'll get it for you right away."
…
Brando had apparently succeeded in convincing the 'baldy' that they were a group of extravagant aristocrats who had come out to hunt rare prey, the 'white stag'. With such an understanding, it was natural that everything went smoothly. In less than half an hour, he had asked about most of the things that had happened in Shallow Water Town and the surrounding areas in the recent period.
These matters ranged from trivial matters such as neighborhood conflicts, to which ships had recently left the port. Everything, no matter how big or small, was made clear to him.
It had to be said that the inn was indeed a crowded place for information gathering and dispersing. Firas and Laurenna could not help but widen their eyes when they heard what the plain-looking 'baldy' knew. However, Brando was a little amused. In his opinion, some rumors could only fool rookies like him who were out for the first time.
He flipped through the greasy book he took from the innkeeper and threw it aside. In this era, Erouine's literacy rate was still not high. Most of the innkeepers had their own set of markings to record important matters. However, this was not a problem for Brando. Fanzin, Saint-ausol, and Cruz may not be familiar with the shorthand of remote places, but when it came to Erouine, he was all too familiar with it.
Under the admiring gaze of the innkeeper, he easily finished reading the records in the book, then took the map out of his backpack and rolled it out on the table. He actually did not care about which ships were entering or leaving the port. Besides, even if Arreck was on one of them, he would not be able to tell. It was just a smokescreen.
What he really cared about was the caravans leaving Shallow Water Town.
And the news of the recent sightings of the beasts.
"Is what that guy said true?" Firas seemed to have just recovered from the shock. "He said someone saw a cat turn into a fish. Is that possible?"
Brando had to look away from the map. He used a quill pen to mark the area where the beasts had been sighting recently. Then he turned back and looked at the guy like he was an idiot. "Of course not. There is a lot of news circulating in places like the inn, but most of it is rumors. If you want to find useful information from it, you have to use your brain. "
"So that's how it is. I didn't expect there to be such knowledge." Firas showed a look of sudden realization.
But his fiancée, Laurenna, obviously understood more. She chewed on this sentence and looked up to ask, "So which piece of information do we need, Count?"
Brando had to sigh inwardly when he heard this. It was like a flower stuck in cow dung. As expected of the genius girl of Cruz, her reaction was much faster than the average person's. He put the map aside and flipped the grilled fish on his plate with a wooden fork. "It's unlikely that the prey we're after would leave his tracks openly, but he would still leave some clues behind. The innkeeper said that some hunters had entered the mountain ahead of time —"
"My Lord, do you suspect that they were hired by Arreck as guides?" The Silver Fairy Princess put down her knife and fork when she heard this and looked up to ask softly.
"It's just a suspicion now," Brando replied. "As for whether it's true or not, we'll have to wait and see." He tore off a piece of meat from the so-called salt-baked salmon with a fork. The tenacity of the meat made him feel like he was cutting a piece of dragon skin. When he put it in his mouth, the strong fishy taste made him frown and almost spit it out.
After getting used to fine food in his territory, he couldn't stand the crude cooking methods of the outside world. However, he still chewed it like a piece of rock and swallowed it. Traveling outside meant having to adapt to harsh conditions. Without food, there would be no strength, and Brando understood that.
But he still had to sigh. It was easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. When he started in the game, he also ate these trash-like things. He swallowed them like healing potions and there was nothing wrong with it. But now he couldn't stand it.
This was the so-called difference in mentality.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at the others. Scarlet and Freya, who came from the countryside and lived a simple life, didn't seem to feel anything wrong with such food. The food they ate in the countryside of Chablis and Bucce might not be better than this. Especially for Scarlet, it was not easy to eat a hot meal in the wild, and usually only black bread that was as hard as a rock could fill her stomach.
But Laurenna and Filas couldn't. Although their table manners were impeccable, the couple only tried the roast venison and put down their knives and forks. Metisha, on the other hand, was more elegant. The Silver Fairy Princess ate a little bit of each dish as a sign of respect for her master. But each time, she ate a little less than the previous time. Then she put down her knife and fork gracefully. Of course, as a Heroic Spirit, she didn't need to eat.
The Shire sat in an inelegant posture, leaning on his staff. It was just an ordinary maple staff, and he wisely only drank a few mouthfuls of fruit wine. Beside him, Hipamira was still praying with her hands clasped together, and the little prince stared at the roast meat and goat's milk in front of him with a bitter face, looking like he was about to cry.
Only Maynild's performance impressed Brando. The Knight followed the usual dining tradition and used a knife to separate the red beans from the fish soup, and then put the hard to swallow food into her mouth one by one. She finished it all with a straight face and didn't waste a single bit.
The whole process was so standard that it was like a precise machine, and Brando couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Finally, she wiped her mouth with a white handkerchief, put down her knife and fork, and nodded to the waiter on the side to express her gratitude.
Brendel's tears almost fell from his eyes.
While everyone was still struggling with this horrible lunch, a crisp voice interrupted them. "You're right. You're right. You're right. You're right.
At that time, Brando was studying a map of the northern end of the Anserra Forest published in 357 by the Royal Geographical Society of Erouine. But when he heard the young voice, he couldn't help but look away from the map and look behind him.
He saw a little girl.
She had long purple hair, a slender face, and big amethyst-like eyes. She gave off the feeling of a doll. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, although it was a little old, but she didn't look like a commoner's child. Especially the jewels on the pair of round-toed leather shoes, Brando could tell at a glance that they were authentic.
She stood there like a fairy in a fairy tale, and people couldn't take their eyes off her.
The little girl wrung her hands and asked politely, "Can I sit here for a while?"
She pointed to the empty seat next to Haruze.
As soon as Laurenna saw the little girl, she couldn't help but feel overflowing with love. But the master here was still Brando, so she could only worry there. Fortunately, Freya seemed to sense her thoughts, and she asked in a soft tone, "Are you lost, little girl? Would you like something to eat? "
"No, thank you," the little girl replied generously. "I'm waiting for someone here, but I'm a little scared to be alone. Can I sit with you?"
Freya turned her gaze to Brando.
Brando looked at the little prince in front of him with some amusement. It turned out that he saw Haruze staring at the little girl from the moment she appeared, and his eyes almost popped out.
"Haruze, this little lady wants to sit next to you, do you agree?" When Brando said this, he had already carefully examined the little girl and had already noticed that there was no aura of power on the other party, and that she was just an ordinary person.
The little prince didn't seem to hear him, and it wasn't until Brando called him twice that he reacted. He let out an "ah" and his face turned red. "Of … of course."
"Thank you." The little girl bowed to everyone immaturely, and Brando knew at once that she was a descendant of a noble, and not just any noble. He glanced at Maynild, and the female Knight seemed to be sizing up the little girl as well, but like him, she didn't say anything. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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