Medieval Empire Soldier

   Chapter 19 Nineteen New Heroes!

  ps: Some paragraphs of the chapter were swallowed yesterday, and there are repeated content. Hammer is very sorry!

   "Hus, you should still have a secular status."

  Lyren suddenly remembered the Sigma Church code, about the daily life of acolytes and priests, they should practice abstinence and hone their minds.

   Although the occasional relaxation is to better serve the empire, the excessive relaxation of the clergy will only attract the scrutiny of the witch hunters.

   Loyalty is unspeakable, loyal, unspeakable.

"Yes."

  Luther Hus pointed to his bald head: "As long as the priest doesn't wear a penance ring for me, my identity is still a citizen of the secular empire, and it should be okay to enter and leave some places prohibited by the church."

   "That's good, but your bald head is too conspicuous, and you have this robe. Are you afraid that people will not know that you are an acolyte of the church when you walk outside?"

   Lailun patted the bald acolyte on the shoulder and joked, "Take off this robe, and I'll find you some ordinary clothes."

  Luther Huss scratched his head, still doing as Laylen said.

   Someone who was recovering well from his injuries, after getting dressed, walked out of the ward and summoned a paladin stationed at the Mercy Church Hospital.

  Three times, five divisions and two, he made a brown-gray casual suit.

  Although Luther Huss is young, his stature and stature have vaguely surpassed his peers, and he is only a little shorter than Lallen at about 1.8 meters tall.

  After changing clothes, one moment he was an acolyte in the church, and the next moment he became a country bumpkin who ran out of a remote corner.

  The clothing drop is too large, and the small bald head with glossy gloss has a great visual impact.

Laren held back a smile and packed up the things in the ward. After putting a few silver coins and a gold coin in his leather vest pocket, he temporarily borrowed two traveling horses from the stables of the church hospital, and the two set off for Bray Town. A buzzing tavern on South Street.

  The time has reached the afternoon, and the sun has begun to slant westward.

   Along the way, Lailun found that his observation and eyesight had increased, and he could see the goods in the surrounding shops and the faces of pedestrians more clearly.

   He guessed that this was an additional effect of the level increase, and there was a small increase in strength and agility.

   Judging from the current situation, for each level up, your own strength can increase by up to 10%.

   In other words, the original strength of one arm can only lift 10 jins of heavy objects, after raising one level, Lallen can lift 11 jins.

  The change in strength will give people a sense of peace of mind. Lailun's character is of the type of accumulation and thin hair. Playing as a pig and eating a tiger is the most enjoyable.

  The two rode their traveling horses and wandered around as if nothing was happening.

  The "Fallow Festival" in the north is in late September. In the streets and alleys of Bray Town, the people of the Empire are still busy preparing for this important festival.

The tradition of the fallow festival appeared before the Three Emperors period, and the specific origin time has not been verified. This day is for ordinary people to review the harvest of the year and their plans after fallow. It is similar to "saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new". In terms of work.

   The one who likes this festival the most is the homesteader and the city peasants. On this day, local lords and nobles need to open their private warehouses and share food with every fallow.

  The north, which lacks entertainment life, needs to be treated grandly at every festival.

   In the crowds passing by the two of Lallen on both sides of the street, many people looked back at Luther Huss with strange eyes, a bald head dressed as a country bumpkin, which is really strange.

  The latter did not care about this aspect, he was more concerned about the issues in the books and whether the belief was pious.

   "Speaking of which, Huss, why do you shave your head? Shouldn't only clergymen like priests shave their hair?"

   Lailun casually talked about a topic and asked the little bald head who was riding side by side. He also had the same doubts in his heart.

  The little bald head pondered for a while and answered the question seriously.

   "I felt that my hair would hinder my communication with my Lord. After I became an acolyte, I begged Reverend Zeis several times before he shaved my head."

   "Will it hinder, I don't know, but it must be convenient for you to clean your scalp, haha."

  It was a very cold joke, but Luther Huss smiled instead.

   "Yes, it's very convenient to clean the scalp." The little bald head agreed with this statement, and he muttered: "It would be great if the interior of the church could be as clean as my bald head."

"what?"

  Lyren did not hear what Luther Huss said, his attention was on a lumber shop.

   "Nothing." The little bald head shook his head,

   After a while, he opened his mouth to remind: "Brother Lailen, we are almost there"

The most eye-catching is the iconic building of the buzzing tavern, a stone tower that is seven meters tall and pitch black. There are three tavern guards living in it. Three guards kept watch day and night.

  Those who dared to make trouble were thrown from the second-floor window with their hands and feet tied.

   "Speaking of which, my traveling horse is still lodging here."

  Layen got off the horse and continued: "I'll wait for you at the gate, first go and lead the horse to the stable, where there is a stable boy who is missing a front tooth."

After speaking, Lailun turned his hand and took out two copper coins and handed them to the little bald head: "Give him the money, let him feed our horses more food, and remember to let him put some black beans, if you put more soybeans, I will Put the horse manure on his face."

"it is good."

  Luther Huss is quick-witted, and he will definitely be able to do what he tells him.

  Lairn walked to the door of the tavern, paused for a while, and pushed the door in.

From    to the afternoon, the night is approaching, and the tavern is still full of people and very lively.

   Bottles of Imperial beer, barley wine, and wine from across the Grey Mountains were opened one after another, and some burly men stepped on the table and drank red-eared against the table next to them.

   In the middle of the bonfire hanging stove, a thick broth is simmered, and the aroma is fragrant. Many people have their dinner in the tavern, and there are not a few guys who are holding a piece of cold and hard brown bread and gnawing wildly.

  Lyren sat familiarly in the corner opposite the door, waiting for the service of the tavern maid.

   Fingers are bored and tap the old tabletop. Although the long table takes a long time, the tabletop is polished and bright day after day, and there is no trace of oil stains left. It is no wonder that the buzzing tavern attracts travelers and rangers.

   As a black shop, the most important thing is of course cleanliness.

  Lyren noticed more than one gaze, and was staring at himself secretly, probably because of this coat of high-quality workmanship. To be honest, there is nothing to worry about, just look at it if you want.

Raising the corner of his mouth and chuckling, he took out the only gold coin from the leather vest. Lailun seemed to show it on purpose. He held the gold coin between the **** of his right hand, put it on his mouth and blew the corner hard, and put it on his ear. Listen to the "ding ding" sound.

The sound of    coins is indeed pleasant.

With a    "pop", he patted the gold coin on a prominent position on the long table, deliberately showing the real look to the guys staring at him.

  Want to see it? Then see enough.

   "This Mr.?" A tall tavern maid quickly walked up to Lallen with a somewhat surprised look in her eyes.

   She recognized the man in front of her. Wasn't it the stunned young soldier who took out two silver coins as a tip a few days ago? Looking at the well-made clothes and the gold coins on the table, it was almost a different person.

  Lyren sat on his side and chuckled, "Beautiful lady, do you remember me?"

   "Of course." The tall slender maid shrugged her shoulders and smiled charmingly: "There are fewer and fewer gentlemen with generous hands like you."

"It's my honor that two silver coins can be remembered by a beautiful young lady." Lailun said frivolously, and then asked, "That time, I remembered that I was going to book a third-class suite, what's wrong with the young lady? Will it be turned into a second-class suite?"

   "Is it because I am pitiful and want me to enjoy more?"

   "Sir is joking, how could I do such a thing."

   The tavern maid's smile remained the same, and many difficult drinkers tried every means to lure her into the trap, both in behavior and words. She was very experienced in this regard.

   She bent down and looked straight at her, and said playfully, "Mr. is generous and generous, and I'm worried that Mister may have some other thoughts about me, so take a little tip, ask for peace of mind, and keep your innocence."

   "That's it, Miss has a heart." Lailen nodded in praise, and then placed ten silver coins in a row on the long table.

   Pushing five silver coins away from the table, Laylen looked up at the maid and said, "This is today's tip. For the rest, order some of the best food in the hotel, plus a bottle of special mead."

   "Is the guest being favored by Ms. Fortune?" The hotel maid smiled, wiped her hand from the table, collected all ten silver coins in her pocket, and weighed it a little.

   She doesn't care about the amount of money, she can take the tip with confidence, and if something goes wrong, the proprietress of the tavern is not easy to mess with.

   "I have something to do with Lord Lord." Lailen shrugged and took off his leather vest.

   "Really?" The maid smiled, twisted her slender waist and left.

   The temperature inside the house is more than ten degrees different from the outside, so many people are busy, which makes the tongue dry.

   After a while, a clerk and a maid brought large and small plates of food, filling the table in front of Laren.

   Freshly baked barley bread with golden crust and a bread knife in the center, a large plate of roast lamb, two roast lamb chops, as well as pie pie, a pot of stew and a bottle of Buzz Tavern's special mead.

  The sour goat cheese and butter honey serve as a sauce and can be spread on bread.

   For a while, the aroma is fragrant.

  In the tavern, the drinkers were discussing the interesting things loudly. The later it was, the more interested the drinkers were.

  No need to spend money for bragging, as long as the wine is strong, the drunkards dare to go to the military camp to make trouble.

  Luther Hus pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the corner, Lallen was waving at him.

   The little bald head walked over in two steps, sitting on the opposite side of the long table, with a happy expression, his eyes staring straight at the plate of roast lamb, faintly green: "Have you ordered so much delicious food?"

  Luther Huss hasn't seen meat for a long time.

In the past, the three meals a day in the church were very simple. The recipes of the acolytes consisted of only black bread and stew, occasionally mixed with an egg or two. The meals of the paladins and priests were not much better, only on Sundays on weekends. Meat is found on the table.

   "Frugal food" is one of the teachings of the Church of Sigmar.

  Since a few months ago, a large number of northern Nord and Ostland clergy had moved southward, and the Sigma Church in Bray Township has accommodated more than twice the usual number of people.

  I was more nervous about food, and it was once changed to two meals a day.

"Too many things have happened in the past few days. It's impossible to justify not having a good meal to treat myself." Lailun smiled and handed him a pair of knives and forks and a wooden plate: "Tonight I'll treat you, let go of your stomach and eat it. ."

  Luther Hus nodded again and again, completely agreeing with this idea.

  Lauren unscrewed the mead bottle and filled two large wooden cups. The pale yellow mead was extremely sweet. Although it was not a good wine, it was a blessing to have a bottle at dinner.

  The bald-headed acolyte's mouth was full of mutton, and he swallowed the glass of mead wholeheartedly, grabbed the grilled lamb chops with his oily hands, and nibbled on his seat.

   He said vaguely: "Brother Lailen, we should not only come to this tavern. Let's eat."

   "You guessed it right." Someone across from the acolyte was putting a piece of bread under a dining blade and smearing some butter.

   "I'm here mainly to find someone."

   "Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"

   "The lady boss here." Lailun raised the corners of his mouth mysteriously, and said casually, "There is something I want to talk to her about."

".All right."

The person   Lylen is looking for is not at the bar of the tavern at the moment, of course, he can wait.

   During the meal, there was a quarrel in the guest room on the second floor of the tavern.

   From the tavern maid, Lallen learned that an adventurer who lived in the second floor had a dispute with another broken ranger.

   The sound of pushing and shoving became louder and louder, and the sound of wine bottles breaking, and the situation seemed to be complicated.

   He didn't care about such trivial matters, and besides, Lallen didn't want to be in the limelight.

   "Get out! You **** pig!" A big man with a long beard walked down the stairs on the second floor, and was dragging the ranger who was arguing with him in his hand.

  Under the eyes of the public, the big man waved his arms and threw the latter down the stairs with force.

   "Get out of here before you completely **** me off! I don't mind an extra dirty life on my hands," he shouted at the ranger.

  ".Ouch" The ragged guy finally stood up, moaning in pain.

   Muddy and thin face, looking in his early thirties, the long scar on his cheek is very conspicuous, and his brown-gray tunic looks like a sergeant.

   "You guy, apart from being stronger than me, what else can you do?"

   The Lost Ranger was full of dissatisfaction, raised his head, and said yin and yang strangely: "I knew this earlier, when I was with your old lady, I should have shot you against the wall."

   As soon as these words came out, the drunks on the first floor of the tavern shouted loudly like a wolf, and they admired this thin guy with a bad mouth.

   The drunks blushed and their eyes were full of excitement.

   Greeting the other's family means doing it.

   There may be no alcohol in the North Tavern, but there must be some troublemakers.

   What's more, when the nobles of the northern Nordland judge a difficult matter, they will organize a venue for the two sides to fight.

  Whoever wins, whoever wins.

  Luther Huss is a guy with a strong sense of justice, and he dislikes the phenomenon of bullying the most, even if the bullied party is rude.

  The bald-headed acolyte was about to stand up, but was stopped by Lailun, who habitually narrowed his eyes and shook his head, signaling Luther Huss not to get involved for the time being.

  Because the moment the Rogue Ranger appeared, the system reacted.

  【Name: Albert Tarenda (green grade)】

  【Race:Imperial】

  【Occupation: Ranger】

  【Equipment: Hunter Longbow (with a short-handled musket hidden in the package)】

  [Characteristic: Eye of the Hunt (Ambush detection probability +15%, range +10 long-range accuracy)]

  【Potential 4/10】

  【Relationship: 4\10 (not salty or bland)】

   A green rank hero!

   Ask for tickets and collections!

   (end of this chapter)