Chapter 112: Kaslan's Tavern

Chapter 112 Kaslan's Tavern
"The undulating land that you see in your eyes is the sigh of hills, spread over the western edge of the sighing mountains. - Look, the peaks in the distance cover the snow, and the mountains that go straight into the clouds are the sigh mountains." Pointing at the towering peaks in the distance, it explains the geography of the North.
Taylors raised his head, relaxed his vision, and exhaled a breath in the cold atmosphere.
"The Sigh Mountain is the highest mountain on the earth in the ancient empire era. It is connected to the Kugur Glacier in the north, vertically separating the northern provinces and the eastern provinces of the northern part of the empire, and gradually extending southward to the north side of the province. It is now the star of the East China Sea collar, the seal of the Duke of Cullen. The danger of sighing the mountains, the difficulty of climbing, the travellers are discouraged, only to bow down and sigh, it is named." Putilla put down the pipe in his hand, He also bowed his head and sighed as if he was responding to his own words.
"When the ancient empire was still there, it was the famous place of exile and chaos. After the empire was destroyed, it was even more turbulent. Until the mountains moved to the elves, they took root for nearly three hundred years and came and went between the mountains. In the heyday of the self-contained kingdom... After the end of the war, the northwest side of the sigh mountain range was attributed to the West Coast, and the southeast sigh mountain range was in the Hanbul dynasty of the East Land."
Sigh the elves in the mountains? Wait, it seems that the book "End of War: Avalanche" has been said?
When it comes to "elf", Taylor can't help but glance at Edda behind him.
"What's wrong?" Edda noticed the eyes of Tells and spread his hands without hesitation: "I don't know those are my first generation relatives, and my history is not well learned!"
Tyres shook his head and turned back to continue listening to Putilit's explanation.
I can't count on this elf who can't remember his name.
Even if it is a polar environment.
"...the steep northwest sighs of the mountains span the eastern part of Exeter and the stars, the rebuilt tower of the Grand Duke of Tuludi and the lonely tower of the Furus family of the Star Kingdom, located on the two peaks across the valley. Both sides are very jealous of each other, but they are easy to defend."
"The mountains extend further north and south. They are the seals of the Duke of the Deer City and the Duke of the Stars, but they are also due to the steepness of the sighing mountains and the temperature in the north. The special deer city and the star cliffs are facing the end of the sea, but the port is awkward, and the few ports are located on the edge of the sea cliff..."
Puttil took a pipe and looked at the mountains in the distance, revealing the intoxicating colors.
"In the first and second continental wars, the coalitions that crossed the end of the sea and from the East China Sea were all landed from the East Sea or the South Bank of the Stars. It is really because of the stars of the Stars or the Kingdom of Exeter. The east coast ports are all seated on the natural sea cliffs that are endowed by the sighing mountains and are steep and easy to defend... until the third continental war, the East Coast port of the East Coast Army attacked the stars, but unexpectedly attacked Exeter. The coastline, with a small number of troops attacking the sea cliffs, received a miraculous effect, eventually breaking through the Elk City and straight into Exeter's heart..."
Mainland war?
There was another question in Tyre's heart.
"The war began with the contradiction between the two continents - for example, the end of the whales in the sea. After the end of the war, we found that the Eternal Oil in their bodies is the best fuel, even more charcoal," Putilla answered his doubts. :
"The qualifications, shares, regions and arrest periods of fishing have always been the focus of disputes between the two countries on the two sides of the strait... This is the main issue in the four mainland wars. Of course, after the third continental war, the political situation on both sides of the strait has changed too much. We completely succumbed to Exeter, and stayed up late to fall into the Eastward hegemony with Hampshire. Finally, under the new policy of Hyun Joong, we and the day and night alliance, Exeter is close to John Burr..."
"This made the fourth continental war, which began in 468 years, become a veritable world war. The war is no longer confined to one side of the tangled forces, and across the sea to the other side, but to every corner of the world."
Taylors remembered the middle-aged king who smiled and held the stick in the three stars of the Dixie Hall. He engraved the avatar on the silver coin and the burning of his chest. Then he remembered the pair of blood sisters of Corleone and the so-called "Starry Night Alliance."
Tyres shook his head and drove them out of his head.
"Do you disapprove of Didis's foreign policy?" the prince asked curiously.
"Not so," Putile shook his head: "The alliance with the day and night is the trend of the times - the Far East has also spoken, and handed over distant allies to attack nearby enemies."
"Although the scale of the fourth mainland war is huge and costly," Putilai said with a meditation, slowly: "But in my opinion, the new political situation has also strengthened the connection and connection between the two continents, and the world war broke out. The conditions have been eliminated in the increasingly complex linkage situation, such as our conflict with the West Coast of Exeter - from the fourth continental war to the present, we have not had a cross-continental war in two centuries, enjoying more than two hundred years Peace... In almost every century, we have two continent wars where the contradictions of the continent have accumulated to the extreme."
Tyres frowned - he always felt that with such national productivity and political system, the so-called mainland war was a bit strange.
Cross-sea expedition to the mainland... How much mobilization and logistics supply does this require? The price paid by the countries is really the one that Yongshi Oil can compensate for?
They marched on the sides of the road and the soldiers marched in their eyes. In a short time, a village appeared in front of them.
Tyles raised his eyes. He found a rope tied to the trees outside the village. Many of them were carrying food, such as dried meat, bread, etc., and even prey such as deer, foxes, and snow rabbits.
Is this the custom of the Northland?
"My soldiers have confirmed the safety of this village," at this time, the vassal of the Grand Duke of Lombard, the Viscount of Canbida came from behind, he crossed the crowd, rode into the village and dismounted, handing the reins to A soldier, "We will disband some of the recruits in their hometowns nearby, and you can take a break at a pub inside and have lunch."
With the help of Rolf, Tyres squatted and sighed for a moment to get rid of the horse, then raised his head with interest and observed the village next to the Lehmann pass.
This is supposed to be a quiet village with no walls, but it is full of sturdy and heavily armed sturdy man. Although most of the escorts were stationed outside the village, but in the eyes of Tyres, the bungalows built with brick and wood were still full of back and forth, bustling Northland soldiers.
But the peculiarity is that these soldiers did not seem to disturb the cleanliness of the village. They were mingled with the men and women in the village, especially in the squares of the village. At this moment, they were already filled with soldiers and villagers. Sound shocks.
"This time I want to turn over you, Cronton!" A large wooden table that seems to be usually peddling goods, sitting two people, a village-like man vigorously squatting on the table full of wine glasses, looking at the opposite The soldiers who were not willing to show weakness shouted: "One minute, I can drink ten cups!"
"We immediately know if you are bragging," the soldier dropped the axe and took off his breastplate. He also squatted on the table. "The winner can get the wreath of Arossa!"
The spectators who circled in a circle violently screamed, and one of the young girls carrying the flower basket laughed.
"What kind of shit!" She put down the flower basket, sat down in a sloppy skirt and joined the wine table on the round table: "People who have had me can get my wreath!"
Tyres couldn't help but chuckle. At that moment, he even forgot a little. It was this group of Exeter soldiers who killed their enemies on the battlefield and killed each other.
Different from the rule of the market that Tyres touched in Yongxing City, the society with different strata status, the rhythm of this rural village of Exeter is wild and brisk, the atmosphere is warm and relaxed, and the villagers are basically tall and strong. The northern people, look handsome, smiley and hearty.
"Hey, Tulleha, how long do we have to stay here?" A bearded soldier in the middle of the officer looked at the hammer and held a wooden wine glass in his hand and shouted at them: "Please, please tell me to stay overnight!"
"Starting in the afternoon," Tulleha screamed dissatisfiedly. "Before that, tighten your pants to me, iron head!"
"It's a pity," the bearded officer poured a sip of disappointment, and the drink followed his beard and muttered: "I remember a beautiful cook in the hero pub..."
Teres didn't care about the roadside soldiers and the villagers' finger pointing, and there was no contempt and malicious look. He followed Camby and Tulha all the way, followed by the group.

The way you confirm safety is to let the soldiers enter the village and drink with the villagers?
Looking at the Northland soldiers who walked over with the villagers and laughed, the young prince’s attendant, Wyah. Caso sternly pressed the sword at the waist and did not recognize it: "If I were an assassin, I would mix in these villagers."
"Don't be too nervous, here is not the star, it's Exeter!" Viscount Kambida laughed. "There are almost veteran veterans in this village. They trust.... In fact, out of honor and dignity, Among them, the prince who is a guest will only be safer."
Wyatt shrugged and grinned his suspicions.
"Don't worry," Tyres nodded to his attendant officer: "The soldiers have infiltrated the village, even if they are assassins, they have to think about the possibility and cost of the assassination."
"This is the village of Qikou, is it," Putilai looked around in nostalgia: "I remember there is a pub here, the boss inside is famous..."
"Heroes pub, a tavern opened by a retired veteran twenty years ago," said Tulleha, a faint sigh. "And the rye wine inside is famous."
Curiosity looked at the surrounding stars, followed Camby and Tulleha to a larger stone house with a huge wine glass sign hanging on the door of the stone house. The Fire Knight pushed open the two doors and walked into the heroic pub.
Tyres followed the warm stone house and left the cold behind him. He watched the pub filled with guests quiet and quiet. Many people turned their eyes to them. Taylors recognized many of the guests were Northland soldiers. It is obviously just a short time ago.
But after a few seconds, the pub returned to a warm atmosphere, as if only a few ordinary people came in.
"You didn't empty the pub," Wyatt frowned. "The one under the temple..."
A rough and old voice screamed like an explosion:
"Kid, this is my pub," a frowning silver-haired old man with his elbows on the wooden bar, with a disdainful expression:
"No matter whether it is a king, a sacrifice, a foreigner, even a god, no one can drive away my guests here!"
Wyah frowned.
The old man blinked and looked down at Tells, revealing a strange look: "You have a lot of people... I only accept guests who pay for wine."
Taylors smiled at him.
The prince couldn't help but notice that although the vicissitudes of the old man were some ages, at least sixty, his arm muscles were still developed, his waist was thick and straight, his eyes were direct and fierce.
"Casslan! Don't worry about the number of people and the money!" Camby dad smiled, bluntly sat on the bar and pulled out a purse. "We have a small golden disc with Nakaru's head... By the way, the black sand grandman asked me to say hello to you, and also to Mrs. Taliya!"
The old man gave him a deep look.
Tyres's eyes move: a retired veteran, an ordinary tavern boss, can let the black sand Dagong personally ask?
But Cambyda apparently did not get the response it deserved.
"Every cup of rye is six Exeter copper, and the price of the nobility is sixty." The owner of the pub, the old man, Kaslan glanced at the purse with a cold expression, then pushed it back and snorted. : "And, I don't accept gold coins."
"Especially from the gold coin of the dear Rumba."
Camby’s face suddenly became stiff.
Taylors also was shocked: what?
Cambida spread his hand toward Tulha behind him, revealing a helpless expression.
"That is a duel that follows the inheritance of the ancient rites," Tulleha stepped forward, quietly picking up a bag full of Exeter copper and silver coins, faintly said: "Da Gong defeated his eldest brother. And that's it... casualties are just accidents."
"How can he argue with him, and he is a close relative!" The old man Kaslan dismissed the purse. "As for the so-called duel...this is the thing that the imperial people used to let us kill each other." ""
Dasha Dagong killed his brother and seized the right to inheritance. It seems to be a certain duel ritual of the ancient empire.
Tyres silently put this information into his heart.
And... Taylors looks at the rough old man in front of him: the identity of this pub owner is not simple, and it seems that Rumba is not a position.
Maybe I can collect some information from here?
"So it's one, two, three... six, seven, eight..." Kaslan licked the purse and counted the number of people in front of him.
"Wait!" Tels took the opportunity to speak out in a timely manner: "The black sand grand lord belongs to them, but we have a few dollars to pay for ourselves... we have, foremost, about a dozen people..."
Kaslan’s eyes turned and he noticed that Tyres could not even reach the bar.
Cambida frowned and looked at Taylors thoughtfully.
Tyres nodded to Putilai, who picked up his brow and then stepped forward and grabbed a few silver coins and copper.
"Ah, I know this avatar... Is the swearer Midier," Kaslan took the silver coin and dropped it, but picked up the copper coin engraved with the head of Midi, and carefully looked at the pattern above. Then he looked up and smiled, revealing his mouth full of yellow teeth: "You are from the empire?"
"No," Tyres shook his head with a smile: "We are from the stars."
The face of Wyah around him changed, and Puttier looked thoughtful.
"I know, little devil, you are the prince of that star... apologize." Kaslan stared straight at him: "It’s really a long journey."
Taylors shrugged.
"Well," Kaslan snorted: "The silver coins of the stars are worth more than the weight of our silver coins. It doesn't make sense to go with the money."
"Hey!" Campida protested: "Isn't the gold coin of the Grandpa of Lombard not the money?"
"Hey, Bryin!" The owner of the heroic pub ignored the Viscount, and he let go of the door and knocked on the wooden window behind him: "Twenty glasses of ale... ordinary!"
After the bar, he walked out of a tall, dark-haired man in his thirties. He had a burn scar on his left face and snorted.
I saw this pub buddy raised a thin wooden stick and turned to the cabinet at the back. The arm slammed and skillfully stringed the ears of a dozen wooden wine glasses and pulled them up like a skewer.
His arm was shaken again, and more than a dozen cups were on the bar. Bree dexterously pulled out the sticks, then picked up a large wooden barrel and began to pour the wine into a row of wine glasses. While leaning down, he looked at the crowd with a bad look, and glared at Tells in the middle.
"This is not what the arm can do," Wyah looked at the action of the buddy. She looked at her voice and whispered: "I bet he is a master of swords."
"Don't be surprised," Kaslan laughed. "My guys here are old and old..."
"Of course, the hero pub," Tulleha said faintly: "The distribution center of the retired soldiers in the North."
Tyres sadly found that he couldn't even reach the chair of the bar, and it was too embarrassing to make a direct noise in the eyes of the public.
At this time, it is especially important to have a sign language guard.
Rolf took Taylors to the high chair of the bar (the waiter who found himself unemployed again wrinkled his brow), Camby and Puttil sat down on his left and right sides, stars and Ax The special people were divided into two distinct groups of people, sitting at the two round tables, and the soldiers stared at each other.
"My God," Willow looked at the troubled Northland drinkers around, and said, "I have never been to such a long place to drink."
"Get your double guns," veteran Gernard frowned. "Maybe they will come up when they come."
"Mr. Kaslan," said Tyles, curling his lips and taking out the memory of talking with people: "When did you open the hero pub? Why is this name?"
"Twenty years," Kaslan looked at Braun lazily and filled the glass, then put three of them on the bar, and let Brui send it out because of his own end: "After the injury is retired, Going home to open a pub... As for why it is called a hero pub, hey, my boring name."
"Right," Tyres touched the wooden wine glass with his own half-head height, and decided to not touch it sensibly: "When I entered the village, I found that the trees at the door were tied with various foods. How did it get back? thing?"
"The cold weather is coming," Kaslan yawned and looked at the black bread that looked less appetizing. "That is the gift of the mountains."
Both Tulleha and Cambida used to grab the black bread and smashed the ale into the mouth. The latter also looked at the expression of the play and looked at the sorrowful face of Wai Ya.
"It's best to eat more," Campida said faintly: "We have to hurry in the afternoon... we will camp at night."
The star-studded person who is pampered... Kambida smiles in the heart: This is the signboard of the hero pub, the ordinary coarse grain of the villagers in the north.
Wye frowned at the dark bread in front of her eyes.
Putilai sighed and grabbed the bread - it seems that this is the food at noon today.
Probably Cambyda’s deliberate move to test the attitude of the prince or to retaliate against the prince’s indifference.
But then, everyone saw it strangely, the second prince of the honorable star, His Royal Highness, and the thick and hard black bread...
Then take a sigh of care.
That expression, it seems that it is not the dark bread that is difficult to swallow, but

The gift of the mountains?
Tyres chewed his hard bread in his mouth, curiously vaguely asking,
Are you cold?

Well, the taste is pretty good, just need to bite it with a bite...not like the dark bread in the Brotherhood, it’s still to be grilled when it’s bad.
Kaslan’s look is moving, and it’s getting more and more interesting to see the eyes of Tyres.
"The sun is cold and the weather is unique to the North. At that time, the northern part of the country will usher in the coldest time of the year. The time of sunshine will be shortened sharply. The people who go out must wear extremely thick skins and bring with them a source of fire. Still can't leave too far, the daily outdoor activities will be compressed to less than three hours." Putilit's eyes looked strangely at the taste of Tyres.
I am because I have traveled all the year round, and I have developed a hard mouth and a good appetite... But the prince, His Royal Highness...
Wyatt bitterly ate a bite of bread and only felt vomiting, but he looked at Rolf, who was next to him, and rekindled his appetite and fighting spirit.
"The weather is extremely cold, it is only a few weeks, and it lasts for a month," Putilai continued. "As for the gifts of the mountains..."
"That is a gift to the gods," said the owner of the tavern, the old man, Kaslan, and took the remark: "The first prey to be hunt, the first touch of food, hanging on the treetop, is a god." All...only the travellers who have to go out in the cold weather are available for the benefit of the gods."
"God..." Tyres swallowed the bread: "Which is it, the setting sun, the moon, the night?"
In his memory, the gods in Yongxing City, who are more famous and have their own temples, seem to be these three.
But Kaslan smiled: "No, we are commemorating the gods that have been passed down from ancient times and even in the world, looking at the earth and the mountains, and protecting the generous spirits of the wild travellers."
"People call it..."
"The owner of the mountains."

Star Kingdom, Yongxing City West Ring District, West Gate Security Hall entrance.
"Sorry, Captain Cohen Karabyan has been on a long vacation for a month," said the secretary of the West City Alert Hall, Miss Chora, looking coldly at the young brown short hair girl: "I mean, at least a month."
It grows taller than me.
The legs are longer than me.
Ass is better than me.
Miss Chora thought without hesitation.
Fortunately, my chest is bigger than her.
Immediately, Miss Chora stood up in a proud figure, licking her long red hair on her head and proudly said: "If you are looking for him, you can leave a message... I often see him and can help you to tell him. ""
and.
No, I am feminine.
Looked like a boy.
Miss Chora looked at the brown-haired woman in front of her.
I saw each other slowly frowning and said: "Yes, he is not..."
Well, speaking is also crude... not like a woman.
Miss Chora thought so, she felt a lot better.
Well, that is the male duck... She never admits that it is "British."
The woman with short brown hair was silent for a while, quietly watching Miss Chora.
Miss Chora felt a little embarrassed.
The brown-haired girl then bowed her head and looked at the coat of arms of the double-tower sword on the right hand, and smiled at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, please give him a message," said the brown-haired girl, looking at Miss Chora’s expression and laughing with a smile: "Just say..."
Under the impatient eyes of the secretary, the brown-haired girl licked her lips.
"On the day of Hongfang Street, the woman lying in his arms, missed him."
Miss Chora’s face changed, such as being struck by lightning.
Hongfang Street...
Lying...
In his arms...
woman……
miss him……
Miss Chora picked up her incredulous eyes, frowned her brows, and looked at the woman in front of her eyes.
how come.
This woman?
With the handsome Captain Cohen...
Actually...
Yarra Sariton smiled.
"Ha ha ha..."
"Well, I am joking," in the eyes of the secretary, the descendants of the Assassin's flower, stroking the abdomen and laughing and waving: "I only saw one side with the blonde's green...
By the way, he saved his life.
"You like him, secretly love him, love him to die and live, want to have children for him," Under the eyes of the secretary, who became strange again, Yara shook her head: "I don't care... I am not you." Competitor or rival, just just ask him for a favor."
"Reassured... He is not the type I like." The former female bartender showed a big smile.
Miss secretary blushes strangely.
She looked at Yara’s sincere eyes, and at the moment she was so helpless that she was speechless.
The silence lasted for a dozen seconds.
Miss Chora finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well," Miss Chora turned her head embarrassedly, and the redness on her face had not disappeared. She said helplessly: "In fact, Captain Cohen... He returned to the Tower of the End, and we can contact the crow here. He, you can write a letter to him, then..."
Ya laughed.
"Well, I will write to him," the young predecessor, the female bartender nodded, thinking about something: "Thank you, Miss Cholla."
"In fact, if it's not too much trouble," Miss Secretary said with a bit of awkwardness: "Maybe I can help you too. After all, you are a friend of Cohen..."
"...Although I am, I am only a secretary of the office, but I still know a lot of people... For example, my brother is serving the royal family. He can contact many big people..."
This way you don't have to go to Captain Cohen.
Miss Chora silently made a fist in her heart: Do you think that if you don't like him, you will be finished?
What a joke...
Don't underestimate the persistence of a woman, whether it is her own or a rival!
Yara looked at Qola with amazement and immediately smiled.
"This is too busy for you to help," Yara shook her head helplessly: "You are still too..."
Yara suddenly stopped her words and she remembered something.
Miss Chora showed her look.
"Maybe you can really help me," she said slowly. "Cola, you are the secretary of the police department. You can see the case, all night, intelligence, can you help me pay attention to some information?"

Miss Chora smiled and she nodded. "Of course, if it is not confidential... What do you want to know?"
Ya La exhaled and whispered: "I want to check the years, the stars go abroad, the location of the big arms smuggling case... especially related to the Black Street Brotherhood... There is a guy called Roda ......"
Miss Chora took out the pen and paper.
"And," Yala hesitated, and finally said: "I still want to find three children... The characteristics are obvious, they are likely to be abducted by the Brotherhood, but not in Yongxing City..."
Miss Chora looked up strangely.
"A ten-year-old boy, called Xin Ti, is a little bigger than the average child."
"A little girl with a rounded face on her face, called Collia, is about four or five years old."
"A seven-year-old boy, called Ryan, has no right hand."
"Just these?" Miss Chora nodded. "I will go back and see the recent notice on the fight against trafficking in human beings..."
"Wait," Yara looked up and said, "I am looking for a little boy."
"He is missing near the Red Square Street and is likely to fall into the hands of the blood bottle."
"Black hair, ashes, seven or eight years old."
"He is a..." Yala’s eyes:
"Unlike normal children... children."
Miss Chora looked up in amazement.
"He is a bit too smart and too mature." Yala lowered her eyebrows and continued to explain.
"Yes, precocious child," Miss Secretary shrugged and bowed down to keep notes:
"My brother said that he has seen two similar children - one man and one woman."
"Well, in short, I will help you pay attention."
PS If there are readers who have doubts about geography, I put the Westland map (approximate) on my collar and search for my pen name directly.
(End of this chapter)