A strange world

Chapter 607 Section 4. The strange hand in the rat hole

The carriage stopped at the door of a tavern.

"This place must meet your requirements."

Annan listened to the coachman's words and looked at the exterior wall of the tavern with the traces of time.

After paying the fare, Klein pushed the door open and entered. He blocked all the eyes from the tavern.

Elites are very difficult to mess with, and a heavy armored knight is not even willing to mess with a mage. Especially when followed by a mage and eternal water element.

Only the women fixed their gazes on the boy who came to the counter, with passion and desire. The girl was even thinking that she could give him money if he wanted to.

Annan planned to book two rooms, but Klein thought that a wall would hinder perception, so he asked for the largest guest room.

"I want another bucket of hot water."

"Need not."

When Annan was worried about how Klein was cleaning, the brilliance of the cleaning technique flashed on the armor.

Well, whether to take a shower or not is just a psychological question for Klein.

"Prepare two more Istratian specialties."

Annan said, letting Lemon find a seat while he and Klein went upstairs to confirm the room.

The largest guest room is indeed spacious, and it is more than enough to accommodate a few more heavy-armored Kleins.

They returned downstairs and suddenly discovered that Lemon had forcibly controlled a guest.

"Sorry...my water elemental isn't very smart."

Annan, realizing that Lemon had caused trouble, quickly went over to apologize.

An elite spell caster was so sincere that the guest could only smile bitterly and say it was okay. After a while, his friend came over. The guest seemed to be telling a legendary story, exaggerating what he had just experienced with a legendary color.

Annan and Klein sat in the corner with lemons, and the waiter brought the food

A pie-like flower cake, a honey barbecue, and a cup of flower petal juice.

Picking up a piece of flower cake and gently breaking it open, the sticky syrup came out from the filling.

They are all equally sweet and cloying.

Annan asked the waitress who was deliberately lingering beside her and refused to leave: "People in Huadu don't often eat these, right?"

Otherwise, Aunt Susan would be all over the streets by now.

"These are not cheap, my lord."

2 silver coins and 13 copper coins, even in the prosperous south, is equivalent to one and a half days' salary of an ordinary worker.

"Thanks."

The waitress reluctantly left after being greeted by the tavern owner. Annan looked at the same food in front of Klein: "How do you eat?"

Klein lifted the visor of his helmet and stepped into the shadow formed by the helmet.

Annan stopped raising the oil lamp to see clearly and took a bite of the flower cake. The soft and sweet texture made him think that the elves should also be able to accept it. But when he tasted the syrup, the overflowing sweetness made him miss the flower cake and drop it to the ground.

Before he could pick it up three seconds ago, a withered paw suddenly stretched out from the gap in the corner and snatched away the flower cake.

Annan raised his head, Klein chewed quietly, and the other guests whispered about their own affairs.

Don't be surprised and pretend the locals don't care...

Annan talked about business as usual: "We are here too early. There is still a month until the celebration, but we can first establish a good relationship with the local nobles."

"What do you want to do? I'll do it."

Annan broke off the edge of the flower cake without syrup and said, "No, I already have an idea."

Lowering his head and placing the flower cake full of syrup next to the "rat hole", Annan stood up and looked around the tavern: "Is there any merchant selling information here?"

The tavern filled with chatter fell silent, and then a middle-aged man dressed as a mercenary in worn leather armor got up and walked over.

Annan sat back and looked down at the "rat hole". Not even any residue was left.

Withdrawing his gaze, the middle-aged man sat down in the empty seat unceremoniously: "Are you a descendant of a noble family? Don't shout like that. Those who want to sell information will be scared away."

"What about you?"

"I really want to sell it." The middle-aged man poked his fingers into the holes in his leather armor. "As you can see, I'm already sleeping on the street."

"What information do you want to buy?"

"Are there any banquets held by nobles in the past two days?"

The most suitable way to integrate into the local aristocratic circle is to attend banquets. The most suitable way for Annan to integrate into the local aristocratic circle is to attend women's banquets.

The intelligence dealer looked like he was worthy of being a noble: "No one cares about this. I need some time to inquire."

"Send it to my room tonight."

"no problem."

Annan first gave half of the reward, 5 silver coins, according to the intelligence merchant's deal.

This job is not that difficult, it can even be called easy, otherwise other eavesdropping intelligence agents would not show annoyed expressions.

"By the way, why are the houses here so old?"

It even made Annan, who was accustomed to beautiful flowers, a little uncomfortable.

The intelligence businessman said: "This is the old city of Huadu, the place with the longest history. At that time, Istrat was not called Huadu."

No wonder the scenes of gardens full of flowers in other places disappeared as soon as they appeared. At most, there were potted plants on the windowsill for fun.

Klein ate her share and seemed to enjoy it. Annan still has honey roti and petal juice left. The former secretly gave it to the being in the mouse hole, and the latter gave it a lemon.

As night fell, Annan's windows on the back side of the street saw starry lights lighting up in the distance, while the surrounding old city looked rustling.

Knock knock knock——

There was a knock on the door, Annan glanced at Klein, and she opened the door.

An intelligence agent wearing worn leather armor stood outside.

He brought the news that Annan needed: a banquet would be held tomorrow in the south garden of the city. Most of the ladies and young ladies would attend. It was said that the princess would also attend.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Is armor allowed at the banquet?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Then I'll wait outside."

Klein would rather not follow Annan than take off her armor.

"No, let's go separate ways."

Klein went to sell maple syrup, and Annan went to seduce the ladies of Huadu.

Annan threw the magic ring containing all his wealth to Klein, hesitated for a moment, took it back, and put the black gemstone earrings he had only worn once into his pocket.

In the dead of night, Annan began to meditate, and Klein stood motionless by the door like an armor stand.

There were only flowing lemons in the room and there seemed to be no movement in the next room...

When a new day arrived, Annan set out for the south of the city and came to Huayuan Street where a motorcade was lined up.

Magical creatures cannot enter, so Annan asked Lemon to go back to find Klein.

Annan couldn't come in without an invitation, so he had to imitate Olmedo and put on a comfortable smile: "I forgot to bring... Will anyone suspect that I am not a noble?"

The guard was stunned, looked at Annan a few times, and waved his hand: "Okay, come in, come in..."

"Thanks."

It was easier than expected. It seemed that he no longer had to disguise himself as a waiter to sneak into the banquet. Annan walked into the garden thinking about it.

"It's really asking for death..."

"What?"

Annan, who vaguely heard something, turned around, but the doorman was no longer visible in the busy street.