Twenty Sided Dice

??? The sun began to gradually set in the west, and the winter days were always short and weak. So far, they have met no one on the road. This situation is understandable. After all, the harvest season has just passed, and everyone feels the feeling of abundance in the warm house, and no one will come out easily.

The north wind is picking up, but there is not much chill left. After all, it is still in the south, and there are tall city walls and mountains on one side. Since they left in the afternoon, they couldn't make it to the next inn, so they could only stay in the wild tonight. While there was still some light in the sky, More rode into the woodland to pick up some branches for firewood.

Siegel certainly has all kinds of ways to make fire, he can even get it out of water. However, Maul's actions reminded him of what he did when he was a knight's squire. Besides, the young man also needed exercise, so he just let him go.

"Sir, what should I eat at night?" Moore lit the fire and unbuttoned the bloated backpack on the horse. "I brought sausages, bacon, beets this year, onions and fresh bread baked in the morning, and a trout from the river, cleaned and salted. I also have three bottles of red wine to choose from."

"Eat the perishables first, and put the bacon last," Siegel said. "Why do I feel like I'm out for an outing?"

"You are already the lord." Moore replied: "Actually, there should be a whole cavalry team escorting you."

"Would you cook for all the knights then?"

"If you agree," Moore said. "My earlier wish was to be a chef and have my own hotel. There were plenty of rooms to live in, and then I could cook my own meals and listen to the compliments from my guests. Of course, I wasn't. Said he didn't want to be a knight, but he never dared to think so."

Watching Moore skillfully set up the pot, chop up the fattest sausage, and fry it in oil. Then add chopped onions and minced garlic to taste, and put flat-sliced ​​trout meat in it. Then he added a little red wine to the fish and turned them over. And bake the hot bread next to the pan.

Much more fluent than when he served Sir Bill himself, Siegel thought.

"Being a knight and being a cook is not a contradiction," he said. "There was a knight in history named Don Torres, who was very loyal in case someone poisoned his food. Cooked for the king. His craft He has been widely acclaimed, and many dishes in the Starry Kingdom have been improved by him. A pot and a spatula are specially drawn on his family crest."

"He's a jazz?"

"Yes, he has always achieved the title of earl, but it is a pity that his children only inherited the title of viscount."

"Why?" Moore asked.

"The king ate too much and died."

Seeing Moore's dazed expression, Siegel just wanted to smile happily. The Earl of Don Torres was indeed a man. But it wasn't his intention to kill the king, he was just a poor cook who was used.

"Don't worry, I have restraint. No matter how delicious you cook, I won't die." Siegel pointed to the pot and said, "Is the fish almost ready?"

Afterwards, they dipped their hot bread into the fish soup and had a delicious meal. The night's vigil is left to Balon the Raven, so Maul can also get a good night's sleep after taking care of the horses. Although the Ore Avenue in winter is inaccessible, there are not many beasts. So the first day out was very peaceful.

From the second day onwards, they will have to speed up. Having spent a day on horseback made Moore suffer, and the calluses on the inside of his thighs and knees were stretched out. It hurt so much that he gasped. Siegel watched, but said nothing. In the evening they passed a hunter's hut, which, although empty, had a fire and piles of firewood. Siegel decided to rest here, and let More go on to prepare dinner.

The young squire endured the discomfort and made greasy bread and burnt sausage, served with a soup of beets, radishes and turnips. After everything was done, before going to bed, Siegel said to Moore, "Remember later. You need to tell your companions when you're injured."

"Just a small injury, my lord."

"Since the two of us are on the road together, even if I am the lord and you are a squire, we are still companions who face danger together. Companions are meant to take care of each other. You think your injury is a small matter, but for your team it is a big deal. event."

Siegel took out a bottle of healing ointment and handed it to Moore: "This is a wound medicine bought from the elf, apply some, and keep it for you tomorrow."

Moore scratched his head and took it with a smile.

"Also. Don't be so nervous when you ride tomorrow. Let the horse take you, relax the muscles of your thighs, and use the soles of your feet, and you will be better." Siegel finally instructed him, "Chop some wood tomorrow morning, and we will use On top of that, this hunter's hut will welcome other passers-by."

As the road gradually went north, the two no longer needed to rest in the wild. The hotels on the road are very welcoming to guests like them. Knights and followers will not be as arrogant as mercenaries, nor as picky as businessmen. As long as they frequently call out compliments such as "Sir, Lord", they will be rewarded.

One such place is the Greenfield Inn, a seven-room hotel run by Simmons, in his forties, and his family, serving visiting guests. There are several fruit trees behind the hotel, and a small piece of land is reclaimed under the trees to grow vegetables, and pigs and chickens are raised in the pen. Therefore, they can basically bring their own materials for the kitchen, which can be regarded as a well-run hotel.

This can be regarded as the periphery of the hub castle, and two days to the east, you can see the mochi castle, one of the outer outposts of the hub castle. Siegel intentionally asked about the situation in the hub, and Simmons did not intend to hide anything.

"Everything is fine there now." Simmons said: "The caravan came in and out, and it didn't make any difference. Whether it was going to Mora's Peak or Creekwood Town, the Cloak Avenue was still busy. Lord Mullen, as an orthodox, It is righteous to be able to retake his ancestral castle, and it is even more rare for him to remain merciful. It took only three days for the entire hub to return to peace, and the surrounding knights also pledged allegiance. It is really lucky that there was no war."

"Let's toast him." Siegel took the ale, took a sip, and said, "It is said that there are more magic towers in the city?"

"Yes, this is a good thing." Simmons said: "Waterdeep City can become the largest city in the New World, doesn't it rely on the magic tower of the Mages Federation. This time the Federation also built a magic tower for the hub castle, then The surroundings will be very safe and our life will be better.”

"Aren't you afraid of magicians?"

"I'm a little bit afraid, but I'm a timid person by nature, and I'm afraid of everything." Simmons wiped the foam on his mouth, and then said, "Sir, what are you going to do at the Hub Castle? Are you also going to join the Knights Order? ?"

"No, I just passed by there, wondering if the lord there is fair and merciful." Siegel replied: "If it is an evil person, he will be punished."

"So you are a Paladin." Simmons said in surprise. He rolled his eyes, licked his lips and said, "If this is the case, there is something I can tell you about."

Siegel encouraged him with a smile, so the shopkeeper lowered his voice and said, "It is said that near the mill in the northeast here, there is a group of cannibalistic robbers who have injured five caravans since the fall. Mochi City once sent soldiers to collect , recovered a lot of gnawed bones, and claimed to have eliminated the robbers. But according to my friends, those soldiers did not find a single enemy."

"Has there been any cannibalistic robbers happening recently?"

Simmons shook his head: "No one was lost, but I lost two pigs."

"Could it be that the pig ran away by itself?"

"My lord, that's impossible." Simmons waved his hand: "The pig is my treasure. Every day I check the condition of the pigsty and close the door tightly. Besides, if the pig runs away, I will close the door again. the situation?"

"But I'm not going to help you find a pig thief." Siegel smiled bitterly: "Well, I'll give you three gold coins, enough for you to ask someone for help. No matter how bad it is, you can buy a pig. As for you The man-eating robber, I'll take a look at the mill."

"Thank you so much, my lord." Simmons accepted the gold coin and left with a smile.

Siegel kept his word and went to the mill the next day to see if there were any fabled cannibals. But the mill was still running, and the peasants who were grinding the wheat there laughed at Siegel's question.

"Simmons is timid and fearful, and he probably believed it when he heard some rumors." They said: "The cannibal robber has been hanged long ago!"

If Siegel was just an ordinary knight, he would definitely believe these words, and maybe he would return to the Green Field Inn to beat Simmons out. However, he felt magical fluctuations from these millers, and after turning on his spiritual vision, he found that there was a layer of black mist on their heads when they were talking.

"When was the robber hanged, and how many were there?" Siegel asked.

As long as the details are asked, the black fog covering these people's heads will appear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This means that there is some kind of magic at work. This method is very similar to the magic of the Knox Common Society, but why bother to cover up a group of robbers?

Siegel thought of the disappearing trolls. They haunted near the hub a long time ago. Are those cannibal robbers referring to them? But according to the power of the Knox Commons, is it necessary for them to cooperate with the trolls?

The answers of the mill peasants were quite unanimous—seven robbers were hanged in Mochi City—and some were able to describe the details vividly.

Siegel then said goodbye to them, cursing Simmons and leaving. However, he did not return to the Green Field Inn, but instead took Moore to scout around. Raven Balon also took to the sky, looking around for a place that could serve as a bandit camp.

But there are ordinary fields all around, and a few woods are too small to hide people. There were no suspicious footprints on the surrounding streams.

Everything seems to be very well hidden, quiet and peaceful, but Siegel always feels that something is wrong. He came to a gentle stream, cleared out an open space, and began to arrange a simple magic circle.

If he didn't use magic to confirm it, he would definitely not be relieved. (To be continued.)