The Death Knell

The firelight inside the tavern was very warm, although the environment was a bit poor and a bit noisy, but this was exactly what he wanted.

If you want to collect information, of course you have to go to a crowded place.

Even though the three girls had taken appropriate measures at this time, such as using magic to cover Yin Ruil's special figure and weapons, their beautiful appearance still attracted some malicious looks.

But this was not a big problem. Su Ming dug into his pocket a few times and took out a double-edged giant ax that he had stuffed in at some point. After slamming it on the table, the eyes peeping in the dark immediately receded. .

The double-edged battle ax is a classic weapon of the Vikings, and if there was anything the British were afraid of in the Middle Ages, it was of course the Vikings.

Regardless of whether Deathstroke himself is a northern barbarian, or he snatched this weapon from a barbarian, it is clear at a glance that a large weapon weighing hundreds of kilograms is not capable of swinging with one hand. Provoked.

So I may have complained a few times about God's injustice. After a stranger took possession of three beauties and a monkey, these people could only continue drinking and talking nonsense to pass their boring lives.

"This world seems to be a more realistic world." Bobo lay on Deathstroke's shoulder, his eyes moved rapidly, observing the surrounding environment: "If it was a world of swords and magic, the moment you drew your weapon just now, I'm afraid that the people in the bar Everyone took out their weapons."

"Isn't this the process of investigation?"

Su Ming looked around, and everyone who met his eyes lowered their heads. Then he waved toward the bar with satisfaction, and whispered to the monkey head:

"Medieval England was a relatively restored historical world background. People's lives were pretty decent. Such a world basically didn't have much value. We had something to eat, observed and rested, and then we could leave."

"Sir, are you from other places? What do you want to eat?"

An overly plump waitress walked over carefully, holding the food tray in front of her chest like a shield, even though her brown bear-like figure didn't seem to need such a small shield.

"Oh, don't be nervous, lovely lady, I am actually a knight of the kingdom."

Su Ming lifted the sheets wrapped around him, revealing the armor underneath to prove his status as a knight. In the Middle Ages, not everyone had armor:

"My family and I were lost in the wilderness. We could only walk into this city and find a pleasant place to repair it. Can I ask what the name of this city is?"

"It turns out to be Sir Knight, but he scared the common girl to death." The waiter breathed a sigh of relief. She put down the tray and lifted her skirt in salute. The greasy two-sided pockets almost jumped out of her collar: "This is Scaboo. Rowe’s Pigsty, the best place in town.”

"I feel the same. Thank you for answering my questions. Please give each of us a glass of the best mead, and then some food besides fish and potatoes."

With that said, Su Ming took out a small grain of gold from the pocket under the bed sheet and placed it in the woman's fat hand.

Gold is always hard currency. The obese woman smiled happily, showing her blackened rotten teeth. She wiped her hands on her greasy apron:

"Okay sir, please wait a moment. If you would like, there is a quieter place upstairs. You don't have to share a room with these dirty scoundrels in the lobby."

She tried her best to imitate the appearance of the noble master's maids, but due to insufficient personal conditions, she didn't have that kind of elegance at all, and was instead very clumsy.

"Needless to say, go get ready to eat and drink. Keep the extra gold for yourself." Su Ming waved his hand and dismissed the jealous waitress because he found that the village woman looked at him in a very strange way, but he didn't have a deadpool. Such a strong taste.

It was a bit regretful, but the knight had to obey the order. The fat woman twisted her buttocks to prepare the food, and then Bobo spoke:

"It seems that your prediction is a little off. This is not Scotland. Scarborough is located in northern Yorkshire. Technically speaking, we are in the northeastern corner of England."

"What you're talking about is the division of regions in the future. Anyway, it's about the same. A hundred kilometers further north is Beihai." Su Ming wiped the table with his hand, and a greasy feeling came to his heart: "Don't run around, this Pet monkeys are rare things in this era, so be careful someone robs you."

"I'm not a pet, and I'm not a monkey." Bobo scratched Deathstroke's armor with his paws, making a squeaky metal friction sound: "Stop telling primate jokes, listen to what the people around you are talking about, their accents are too strong , I don’t quite understand.”

He had a headache. Even though he knew that these people were speaking English, Bobo heard such unspeakable spoken language all around him that he even felt that Constantine's English sounded better.

The accent here is really weird, it's like speaking with a stick pressed against the base of your tongue, or something mixed in your mouth.

"It's just ordinary Highland English with a lot of slang words." Hermione closed the comic book and joined in the conversation. The girl rubbed her sore eyes. The smell of the bar made her eyes hurt: "Let me listen. , you guys relax, professor, you need to rest too."

After reading a comic, she was not tired, but she felt that her throat was going to smoke and she needed something to drink.

The premise is that the wine of this era can be drunk.

"I'm fine." Su Ming put Bobo on the table, letting him curl up like a cat and dog, and patted his back gently: "Bobo, please lie down for a while. Prolaya is not there at the moment. Keep following me.”

This feeling of being treated like a pet made Bobo squirm and resist a few times, but after being patted slowly, he really fell asleep.

Gianna and Yin Ruier couldn't read English letters, but they could speak and listen. They said they wanted to hear it too. Even so, the two women felt quite at ease. They felt safe by following the death knell, and they had a constant supply of food and drink.

So the group stopped talking for the time being, but listened to people chatting in the noisy background around them.

For example, there were several farmers talking near the bar, and someone said to his friends in a sinister tone:

"My aunt and her daughter came to join me. They just arrived last weekend. They originally lived in Melksham, but something terrible happened there. Guess what I heard?"

Melksham is located in the southernmost part of England. Su Ming raised his eyebrows when he heard this place name. In the Middle Ages, long-distance travel was very dangerous.

For example, in ancient Chinese poetry, there are many farewell poems, sending someone off to such and such a place, as if they were parting from life or death. If modern people don't understand the background of the times, they may not be able to understand that kind of emotion.

Outside the ancient city, it was truly wild nature, and people could really die, and there were not a few people who died on the road. The poorer the people, the easier it was to die.

Even if you travel by animal-drawn vehicle for thousands of kilometers in the barren mountains, there will be wild beasts and bandits on the road, as well as diseases or food shortages caused by weather changes.

Most people would not leave their hometown unless they were forced to do anything else. It sounds like this mother and daughter may have really encountered a big terror. Does this mean anything? Su Ming became interested and prepared to listen.