Night Crow Master

Athias turned his head and glanced at Yate, then moved his gaze down to look at him, then he paused slightly before nodding slightly.

The interior of the house is made of wood, with a circle in the middle being deliberately set aside, and the bottom seems to be padded with slate. At this time, a pile of dry wood is burning, and a square gap is exposed above the roof because the smoke from burning comes from this opening Escape the house.

In a pot on a simple metal frame, mushrooms, diced potatoes, acorns, and meat floated up because of the boiling.

Next, Yate saw Mashad with an enthusiastic and insincere smile on his face. He picked up wooden or ceramic bowls from the side and handed them to everyone.

After everyone started the dinner, Mashad also talked with them.

"Thank you for your help." The old man still had enthusiasm in both his expression and tone, and his slightly wrinkled old skin trembled slightly with his voice.

"Nothing, this is our duty." Athias is also very familiar with this process, with an invisible smile on his face, and laughs.

Tok next to him also smiled and said, "Uncle Mashad needs to be disturbed until tomorrow afternoon. By the way, Uncle Mashad, is there any other goods that need to be delivered to Red Rose.....Rose City?"

He is not very used to changing names.

Although, every time there is a replacement of the lord, the entire territory will be renamed, but this rarely happens, generally it is a family inheritance, and there will be no circumstances in which the territory is changed.

And this time it was a big event. Like now, Red Rose Town has changed its name to Rose City, and Red Rose Collar has been renamed as the original name of a thousand years ago-White Rose Collar.

Thousands of years ago, the Rose City was built on the white rose collar.

Viscount Baixi will also leave Rose City in the near future and go to the Blue Rose collar. The Blue Rose collar will become the new Red Rose collar. After the previous nobles negotiated, the surrounding territories will gradually change their owners.

"No need." Mashad shook his head hurriedly, "The cold winter of once every thirty years is approaching, and the eight months of cold winter, we now need to store food, and fur can't be sold, and we may have to buy food."

As he said, he looked at Yate anxiously, with a worried expression on his face.

He was a little worried that the nobleman would order them to sell the fur to Rose City

However, let him breathe a sigh of relief, this young nobleman, who was called "Yat" and "Claurido" by others, did not intend to do so.

And Yate naturally noticed Mashad’s little movements, and that deliberately pretending to be a poor old face made him almost laugh. Although he has not experienced how cruel the eight-month winter is, he probably estimated if he watched If the warehouses we arrive are three-quarters full, it will be enough to spend nine to ten months without any hunting and gathering.

In order to prevent accidents, we should store more. Is it true that we can’t sell, but we still have to buy food? He didn't believe it.

However, Yate did not expose his meaning. He looked indifferently and drank the soup stewed in a cauldron of various things. For the original world full of various foods, he spoke out of a gourmet food empire. For him, this soup is really not a good thing. The soup that has been sprinkled with a lot of salt and pepper, under the mixture of various ingredients, also has a very strong taste.

And Tok seemed to have noticed too. He glanced at Yate, and only after he realized that he didn't mean to speak, he replied: "Really? All right."

The other party gave such a reason, and he didn't know how to answer.

But at this time, looking at the surrounding Athias, looking at the various tools hanging on the wall of the house, and looking at the tools with interest, Mashad asked, "Uncle, these hunting tools look quite new. ."

"Yes." When I heard about hunting, the old man's body straightened up. "Forty years ago, I was the apprentice of the best blacksmith in the red rose collar, and I was also the most skilled apprentice. The one..."

Except for the indifferent Yate and Athias who was still smiling and nodding his head, others, including the residents of the hunter villages of Pasha, listened to Mashad excitedly telling his youthful deeds. The corners of his mouth twitch a little.

Yate heard the young man who was supposed to be Nader not far away, and muttered: "Hey-Pasha, Uncle Mashad has spoken more than 20 times this year. That's it..."

But Pasha replied: "We all know that it was because other apprentices sold weapons to the blue rose collar, and was hanged to death by the Viscount Red Rose. Uncle Mashad was because of the forging technology. Bad, one piece has not been sold, he has spoken about it almost 30 times..."

The muttering content of the two young men made Yate's expression a little weird.

Even the two priests on the other side of the trio had a strange smile on March's silent and stiff face, as if he didn't want to laugh but was amused.

And because Fan Di heard the sound at the tip of his ears, he laughed directly.

Because of Fan Di's movement, Mashad could not help but stop, and then his eyes fell on Pasha and Nader who kept whispering.

"Nonsense!" Mashad's pale eyebrows raised with his angry expression, and he glared at him after putting down the bowl, "How can I say so many times! It's all nonsense!"

Pasha and Nader both jumped up with their bowls, and moved away from Mashad. Nader yelled:

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Pasha did not speak, but Nader's perfunctory tone made Mashad blow his beard and stare with anger, his pine bark-like face was filled with anger, and then the old man stood up: "Nader! I promise! I will definitely teach you!"

"No, no! This can't work!" Seeing Mashad about to chase, Nad hid directly outside the door, and a voice came in from outside, "You are so old, so wait for tomorrow! Maybe the day after tomorrow. OK! Hey! I think you can teach me after the cold winter! How about this idea? I think it's a good idea~"

"Wait for me! You little crap! I'm going to teach you now!" Mashad's drooping eagle nose turned red. He picked up a stick that should be used to push the door and rushed out. "Don't run! Little bastard!"

Seeing this scene, Pasha and another young man looked at each other helplessly: "Pasha, I think we have to chase it out. Uncle Mashad can't fall. He can hardly see things at night."

Pasha nodded, and then the two chased out.

The rest of the people saw this situation. Except for Yate and Athias, they were neither sitting nor standing. Finally, they went outside to see the situation.

At this time, Yate raised his head and looked at Athias. Although he had the ability to gain the vision of the crow servants, he stayed not only because of this, and Athias stayed not only because of calmness.

Seeing Yate looking over, Athias shook his head.

Absolutely not?

Yate understood what the other party meant, and combined with what he had asked him to do before, he had some guesses in his heart.

The brows also frowned.

And Athias didn't understand why Yate asked him to do this before, but seeing Yate's expression, he also knew that things might not be that simple, the other party should have discovered something.

Athias stood up, sat next to Yate, and said with a smile on his face: "Yate, this soup is really not good, but we should be fine in this village tomorrow. We will search around tomorrow, nothing If you do, just leave, and you can continue to taste your food afterwards. I think you should be willing to invite me then, right?"

He smiled and waved his arms in a loud voice.

"Of course, I will entertain you." Yate shrugged, looking lazy, "I will entertain you with my wine and food, not these things."

The two of them were talking about food as if they were really talking about food.

However, both sides gradually had other ideas in their hearts.

The fire was reflected in the two pairs of completely different eyes, and the two exchanged information amidst laughter.

Nearly ten minutes later, everyone returned to the house, whether it was Mashad, who had died of anger, or Nader, who was holding his **** and gasping for air-conditioning, all returned to the house.

Mashad smiled and apologized to the crowd, and then sat in the position casually and continued to eat dinner while talking with others, while Nader could only stand at the door, holding the bowl Pasha handed him over with a depressed expression Eating.

After nearly an hour, everyone finished the dinner, and then Pasha and several people left the house—

This room is the place where Yate and others lived tonight. Mashad also apologized to everyone, especially to Yate, saying that there is no other place to live in the village. You can only feel wronged. What's going on here.

After Mashad finished speaking, the Pasha trio came back, but this time they came back with something like quilt cotton.

"My sirs, I'm really sorry." Because the news of the scavenger might be a false report, Mashad was actually reluctant to accept these people, but due to the status of these people, he had to maintain his appearance.

"It's okay." Athias said with a smile, "hard work is part of exercise."

Yate on one side heard this and laughed in his heart. This black-bellied guy also understood what the old man’s attitude actually was. It’s impossible to not have a house. Although the bedding looks good, it’s not. What a good thing.

Of course, Yate did not intend to live for nothing before. Although he is poor now, everyone's board and lodging expenses are still affordable for less than a silver coin, but the attitude of this old guy... forget it.

And Athias must also plan to pay for board and lodging, and now it seems to have blown it too.

Later, he glanced at the young people who returned to the door after putting down the bedding.

PS: Sure enough, Western Fantasy still has to bring a translation tone to bring feelings_(:з」∠)_