Chapter 1905: Can't afford

Alcohol, especially when performing some work that needs to be treated with care, can't touch a drop.
For example, high-altitude operations, such as the following tomb steal treasure.
If the former is careless, it may fall from a high altitude and cause a tragedy, while the latter's carelessness may activate a certain organ trap and cause death.
However, the above warnings are of no effect to me, because under the premise of killing intent, the alcohol that enters my body will be cleaned up in the first time.
I'm the one who doesn't fall for a thousand cups.
For me, the only drawback of alcoholism may be excessive urine.
Even so, I still filled half of the water bag I brought with wine, just to relax my nervous mood with its sweet and mellow taste.
I settled down for a while, and I continued to look around, my eyes swept across every bare rock protruding from the ground like a searchlight, and by the way, I compared the bare rock with my imagination to see if there were any spiders or monsters with long horns. .
However, I looked over and over again, but still couldn't find any clues.
My heart, which had just settled down, became impetuous again. I frowned, held the handle of the Dadachi, and slammed the ground hard.
The ground under my feet was full of gravel and gravel, and an inch-deep pit was poked out by me. If so, my impetuous mood still didn't get any better, but it got worse.
Being irritable, I spit heavily against the gravel under my feet.
Instead of looking for it hopelessly, why not go to the border fortress town of Dasai City and ask the homeless people in the border fortress, or ask the local elders, perhaps the rewards will be even greater.
After making up my mind, I returned the same way, boarded the airship, and asked the pilot to drive the airship to the nearest town.
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Hyjal City is one of the many border towns in Dasai City, but when it comes to folk customs, it is one of the few towns where ancient customs are tied in multiple dimensions.
Here, you can still see the scene of the homeless driving the livestock.
This kind of lively scene is not seen in other developed towns where captive breeding and fixed water supply for grass are implemented.
As soon as I got out of the cabin door, a complex smell of green grass scented with urinary urine from cattle and sheep came to my face. The first time I smelled this smell, I was almost choked.
After getting off the airship, I came to the nearest hotel to the crowd watching.
The hotel is very old but surprisingly clean.
The proprietor of the hotel is an elderly woman, who is fairly neat and in good spirits.
There is also a very quiet little loli in the hotel, about one or two years old, about the size of Remy.
The old woman told me that she was her granddaughter, she was a little scared, but very obedient.
The old woman is very talkative. After putting some home-cooked food on me, she moved a small bench and sat a little further away from me, talking to me about her experiences over the years.
She told me that this hotel was built by her and her husband and has been operating here for about forty years.
Today, this building has also been seriously damaged. It may be demolished soon.
I asked her what she intends to do after the hotel is demolished. Is it to build a new hotel?
The old woman smiled and shook her head: "No, I plan to open a small grocery store and grow up my granddaughter. When I get married and get married, I can close my eyes at ease."
I habitually ask her what other members of the family are doing.
The old woman shook her head again: "The husband left two years ago. The eldest son and the eldest daughter-in-law were also killed by the gangsters who came here a year ago. The second son and the younger son wanted to avenge their eldest brother, so they switched careers. The adventurer, because of an accident six months ago, died in the dungeon. Today, only our grandparents are left."
At this point, the old woman secretly wiped the corners of her eyes and wiped away the old tears that had not yet flowed.
After the meal, I asked the old woman where the elders lived here.
The old woman didn't understand, so I changed another way and explained it: it's someone who knows many legends.
This time the old woman understood, she screamed, and said: "Look for the wise man, go out of the gate, walk along the corner of the street, and at the end there is a spire hut, there is the wise man's house."
I thanked him and left a gold coin before leaving.
Not long after leaving the house, the old woman also chased her out. She staggered and nearly fell several times, but she still chased me persistently and kept calling me.
"Please wait, this guest, please stay for a while..." The old woman's voice was very anxious, still a little out of breath.
I stopped and turned back: "Is there anything you can do with me?"
"Money, this guest" the old woman carefully handed me the gold coin back: "The denomination you paid is too big, I can't find it. Can you please change it to a smaller denomination?"
I pondered for a while and asked: "Then, how much is the meal?"
"A copper coin" said the old woman.
I dig out my pocket, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I don't have copper coins, only gold coins."
"Then...then I can't charge you so much money." The old woman said with a trembling voice: "I think you are a foreigner, and you seem to be an adventurer. Your life as an adventurer is not easy. It was in exchange for your life. Even if I invite you for this meal, you should accept the money."
"I don't have the habit of eating the king's meal" I smiled, and handed the gold coin back to the old woman: "Just treat it as I paid your hotel deposit, press the sky, and until the deduction is complete."
"How embarrassing is this..." The old woman looked dazed, and her hand holding the gold coin was trembling: "How can I accept such a large amount of money... Besides, my hotel It is hard to say whether it can be supported until that day..."
"Then use it to renovate the hotel, and strive to operate until the day the deposit is paid."
After all, I ignored her and strode towards the end of the street.
The wise man’s house is small, like a miniature yurt.
I knocked on the door, and after a while, I heard a naive voice: "Who?"
"I am a passing adventurer. I am visiting today to ask Mr. Wise some questions. I wonder if Mr. Wise is free?"
The movement inside the door disappeared, ten seconds later, with a creak, the door opened, and a seven or eight-year-old girl in sackcloth and straw sandals stood at the door, her big smart eyes ticking around, constantly looking at me.
"Master wise, please!" She opened her pink mouth and made a series of childish voices.
I smiled politely, then opened the door and strode in.
However, as soon as I took a step, the little girl hurried to me, opened her arms, blocked my way, and warned with a face: "There are many precious things inside! You have to walk carefully! If you step on it, you can't pay. It started!"
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