Saint

Chapter 26: two days and one night (two)

In the morning, between the leaves, there are dark blue sky. The small jungle after the rain contains refreshing and refreshing. The water drops are still flowing up and down the wide leaves. Fulan stamp out the last temperature of the campfire, "start." he said. The road is very greasy, the horseshoes are splashed with mud from time to time, the early morning after the rain is generally foggy, the distant mountains and forests, the end of the extended road, are wrapped in the thin smoke, maybe the bell from the remote village, subtly woke up the sleeping field, birdsong, noise where I don't know the source, so that the lonely early morning is soon vibrant. "... sleep in the dust, wake up and sing." the Paladin girl recites the morning prayer words, and her mount is 100 times more powerful than the southwest horse, but only under the guidance of the master, helplessly following the old bad horse. Four hours later, a salt field and some prosperous villages appeared in the field of vision. "It's almost here." Fulan shouted from the side of his head, "when you get to the place, you listen to me. Even if you have more questions, don't say it. It's a rule." "Yes, sir." "Maybe I will play some plays. Those people are not easy to deal with. If you are embarrassed, please be patient, or you won't be able to buy intelligence." "Yes." "It's hard for a fresh face to get the trust of smugglers." Fulan thought, "with this girl, I can change a more direct way." After fighting with the dreamer who was trying to become a God, the Paladin who survived must not be a mediocre one. Although it was very close, the zigzag road made them run for another hour before they came to Sara town. Except for the small dock, all the flat mudflat close to the sea were dug into a sun farm, and the sea water was stored in an evaporation pool. After they were evaporated by the sun, only shallow muddy water was left, and then they were guided to another pool, forming large pieces of coarse salt, gray curtains and white salt, as if crawling on the ground in a thick fog. The truck transporting salt stopped in front of each shop, but more vehicles gathered at the wharf. Foreign tobacco, wool and even colored glass without tax are much cheaper than regular channels. The ship for private transportation is small, and it can't carry many at a time. It is often through the internal line, and the buyer has been determined. So the goods are loaded into the car in order, and all transactions are completed in silence. The smugglers at the wharf looked at the strangers. There were several people with weapons hidden in their waists, not far behind them. "It's not like a spy, it seems that it's a noble's son and lady who didn't know the market and entered by mistake." they thought. There are no hooligans in Sara. In fact, its public security is better than that of every remote town. There is an agreement for harmonious coexistence between smugglers, and the contradiction between heaven and earth has to be solved at sea. And the indigenous people, who sell salt and provide protection for smugglers in exchange for money, don't want to have bloody incidents to attract the attention of the guards in the nearby cities. They all know that a good atmosphere can make more money. The only hotel and bar in the town is in the middle of the market. Fulan and Matilda tied their horses to the stable, and just walked in, they attracted all the attention. The several people sitting in the corner should be merchants who have not yet delivered the scheduled goods, and the sailors who have just completed the task are drinking ale, watching curiously and whispering from time to time. "Prepare lunch for me and the lady." Fran threw a gold coin on the counter, and then said in a low voice, "also, inform old Aed Jess that the old customer has come. If he is not here, tell me when he can come back." Aed Jess, the Master Assassin, once stayed in Sara town for a period of time. This information is recorded in the file of the police department. Matilda is a bit strange. Toposo's fluent Byron language has an obvious foreign accent. "There are fried fish and mashed potatoes for lunch." the guy in the counter shouted to the kitchen, "two." seeing that no one paid more attention, he replied suspiciously, "Sir, there is no guy named Aed Jess in our shop." "He helped me and told this contact point." Fulan clapped the clerk's hand and secretly stuffed another gold coin, "less loading, or ask your head to come and have a business." "It's really not." "Oh, well, then, I'll turn to Fedu's patrol to ask for help." Fulan threatened with an arrogant tone, "I have a small problem that I want to solve in private. Since you don't want to, I'll see you later." "Then, please two people to eat on the 2 floor." the guy said with a different tone, and he decided to let the head solve the problem, either to negotiate a business, or there were more murders in the wilderness outside Sara town. The whole 2 floor is empty, with only a small hall and a set of tables and chairs. The fried fish is very salty. Matilda frowns and drinks a few large mouthfuls of water before swallowing it. Fulan leans back on the chair and dip his fingers in mashed potatoes. "It's hard to eat?" he asked. "It doesn't matter, it's worse than that. I've eaten all of them." Matilda said, "food is a gift of the Holy Father, and can't be given up at will." No matter out of faith or his own moral character, Fullan has a slight affection for this girl. She is obviously a big miss from a good family. It's hard to see that in this upper class society, picky is regarded as an instinctive lady, who can endure hardships. About a quarter of an hour, there was a sound from the stairs. A middle-aged man with dark skin came up with two attendants. "White face boy, what help do you want?" the man sat down on the bench and asked rudely. "I'm looking for Jess, who are you?" Fulan cleans his fingers with a towel elegantly, "please respect the point, or I'll kick your ass. it's like kicking those slaves who don't have long eyes at home." "Ha, guys, do you hear me? Someone is going to kick my ass." the man laughed, "how do we usually do it?" "Take off your clothes and throw them into the sea." the follower came over with a grim smile, "not too much, this beautiful girl, maybe we can be gentle." "Baby." Fulan said flightily to the pilgrim warrior girl, "my clothes, only you can take off." Mathilda was stunned, blushing and looking at Fulan angrily. "You have to listen to me." he said with a pun, reminding Matilda to come according to the prior agreement. One of the follower's hands was on the girl's shoulder, and in an instant, he was thrown out, "Law: settle down." the girl shouted, and the white light waves like vines sprawled on the wooden floor. All men, including Fulan, were tied in place. Fulan, taking advantage of their surprise, winked at matida, "let me go quickly." he hinted. "Damn it, this lady is a Paladin!" the man said in a deep voice, "Sir, what do you want to do?" "Yes, this attitude and mutual respect are good for everyone." Fulan shrugged, "just like now I can kick your butt, but I don't do it, baby, untie the magic." Matilda hesitated to do so. She stood next to Fulan and felt that the place touched by the man just now had a layer of goosebumps. In other people's eyes, this scene is like a loyal maid and lover, protecting her master. "If you can let a Paladin be a servant, what kind of distinguished identity is this guy?" the leader of the smuggler thought. Fulan picked up the small trunk, opened the lock, and threw it on the table. There were lots of brand-new bills in it, which made people reluctant to look away. "As for Jess, he was entrusted with the task five years ago and completed it perfectly for me." "He died a long time ago." Of course, he died. Fulan thought that he had personally participated in part of the death of the old assassin and the trial of Igo Andres. "It's a pity." Fulan said coldly, the tone is very consistent with the great aristocrat's indifference to human life, "so, who are you, the leader here?" "Sir, I'm just a little person, managing this part instead of the master." the leader said, "or, you can pass on the task to me and find an opportunity to inform the master." "Where is he?" "I can't know the master's whereabouts." As expected, Igo Andres, the whereabouts of the gold bay smuggling magnate, not so easy to inquire, Fulan pretended to be annoyed, "well, with this waiting time, my private bodyguard has arrived early. Do you still need to hire assassins?" "I'm sorry, sir." "Then, what's the fun here, such as the black market auction." Fulan was very interested in asking, "come here, you have to spend some money." The leader carefully considered the meeting and finally revealed, "tonight is the last day of this month's auction, but there are no good goods." "OK, I'll stay one night and prepare the room and more delicious food for me." Fulan took out thousands of pieces and threw them to the leader. "Head, we're not as good as..." and so on, walked out of the hotel, and the entourage made a gesture of wiping his neck. "The elder Andres has business relations with many nobles. If he is one of them, it will be a bad thing." the leader ordered, "let the brothers be vigilant, as long as they are not scouts, it doesn't matter." It's a box of money with a Paladin's follower's childe. The leader doesn't believe it. The scout has this style. In the luxury and first-class guest rooms of the hotel, Matilda glared at Fulan, "Mr. Toposo, please give me an explanation." "You have to deal with people who live in the dark world." Fulan smiled, "miss Hepburn, in order to apologize, I'll pay for your information. Of course, you have to tell me first, what are you looking for?"