Motte Inn's business is still so good, and the ten tables are full of people. In addition to adventurers who often come here to visit, the members of Barnel Caravan are also regular visitors here.
At this moment, occupying nearly five tables and talking loudly were the caravan members who had just returned from delivering goods to the small town.
As the owner of the caravan, businessman Barnel knows how to control his horses very well. If you want your horses to run fast, you have to give them some grass from time to time.
Therefore, not only did he consider the salary, but after each shipment, he would treat the caravan members to a meal and drink at Motte Inn. It was precisely because of the kindness of the boss that the caravan members did not leave the caravan easily in many difficult times.
"Boss, are our pies ready?" At this time, after waiting for a long time without seeing the pies on the table, a caravan member couldn't help but stood up and shouted.
Because Romon has left the hotel, Motte and his wife, who are missing a helper, are busier than usual. Although there is a young man who is also helping, it is already difficult for the three of them to cope with such a situation where the hotel is full every day.
"It will be ready soon!" Mrs. Motte was busy making a pie. While making the pie, she asked the helping boy to bring the cooked pie to others.
Seeing the young man walking awkwardly among the crowd, almost dropping a piece of pie on the ground, Mrs. Motte couldn't help but sigh.
"What are you sighing for?" Motte The store manager came over to get the pie. When he saw his wife sighing, he couldn't help but asked curiously.
Mrs. Motte said with some sigh, "It's okay. I just remembered that the child Romon was here when I was busy. Alas! That child works neatly and neatly, but it doesn't make people worry at all." She shook her head as she spoke, obviously feeling very emotional.
Knowing that his wife was not satisfied with the current clerk, the Motte store manager hurriedly smiled and said, "You, don't even think about who Romon is. He is already Second-Level Druid, and the pharmacy he opened is making a lot of money every day. You still want to use him to help in the store? I see you, ugh..." Seeing the boy turn back, the Motte store manager quickly changed the topic.
In another corner of the hotel, businessman Barnel was chatting with his men. What they were talking about was exactly what they missed about Square Assembly.
"I really didn't expect that the tax officer would be such a person. Actually, thinking about it, he always has a gloomy face. Even when he smiles, he smiles only superficially. How could such a person be a good person?" A member of the caravan said while drinking wine.
Barnel did not take over what was being said, but thought for a moment, then shook his head and smiled. No one knew what he was thinking about when he laughed, but his smile made the caravan members more and more bold to speak.
"I heard that Druid Romon was stabbed in the shoulder by Bakar because of this incident, and it was so deep that his bones were visible..." A member of the caravan explained to the others seriously. In fact, he had heard these things from other places, but when he talked about it, he acted as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Oh my god, what happened next?" Someone asked me. Whether this kind of thing is true or false, it just sounds enjoyable.
Seeing someone cheering, the caravan member cleared his throat, and then told his teammates how Romon endured the pain, how he bravely fought the evil tax collector, and finally killed him in a very exciting way, with both words and gestures.
After listening, many people secretly regretted that they had not witnessed the whole process of Square Assembly. Businessman Barnel had been listening quietly on the side, and when his subordinates spoke as if they had experienced it personally, he could not help but shake his head and laugh.
"What, boss, is something wrong?" a person asked curiously.
Barnel shook his head and smiled. "It's okay, it's okay. I just suddenly thought of an interesting thing from the past and suddenly wanted to laugh."
After hearing this, everyone gave up.
At this moment, a young man opened the door and walked in from outside.
Motte and his wife saw him first. The Motte store manager laughed at him and went up to give the boy a bear hug, "Romon, are you healed?"
Romon was startled at first, then realized that the other person was asking about the injury on his shoulder, and hurriedly waved his arm to indicate that his injury was healed.
"Romon, I heard something happened to you as soon as I came back. What happened? I want to hear the original answer." Seeing Romon sitting in front of him after greeting others, businessman Barnel raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
Romon also raised his eyebrows, and then he chuckled, "Isn't it like that? I have evidence of his crime. He wanted to kill someone to silence him, and then I killed him in self-defense."
Hearing his insistence on this statement, Barnel laughed and stopped asking. Romon also turned the topic elsewhere.
After chatting with everyone for a while, Romon finally turned the topic to the purpose of this trip, which was to purchase map drawing tools.
"Are you going to Thorn Forest?" After listening to Romon's words, Barnel frowned slightly, "I do have the tools to draw maps, but are you sure you want to enter the forest? There are many dangers in the depths of the forest. If you go, how sure are you of protecting yourself?"
Romon shook his head. "I have practiced swordsmanship for a while, and I should be able to use it to some extent. However, it is too late to regret it now. I have already signed the contract, and within this year, I must complete the task of drawing the map." He said, spreading his hands.
Barnel shook his head, not understanding the decision made by Romon, but since the matter had reached this point, persuasion was useless, so he had no choice but to have the map drawing tools brought from the trading house.
They are: a special pen for map drawing, special paper for map drawing, and a copy of "Measurement Compendium", as well as some other things whose uses are not yet known.
In that book, there are many problems related to altimetry and telescope and calculation. They are: measuring the height of the island, measuring the height of the pine trees on the mountain, measuring the size of the city, measuring the depth of the valley, measuring the height of the tower on the ground, measuring the width of the river, measuring the depth of the clear water pool, measuring the width of the lake from the mountain, measuring the size of a city from the mountain, etc.
Romon held the thick book and tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly. Isn't that too ridiculous? He still had to read the book familiarly first? However, Barnel then gave him some pointers, and then Romon realized that in this thick book, there were only a few pages about forest measurement.
The map drawing tools are not cheap. All in all, there are actually one hundred and fifty silver coins. Romon handed the coins to Barnel, chatted for a while, and then left Motte Inn.
"It turns out that drawing a map is so troublesome." After returning to his room, Romon did nothing. He opened the book to the forest survey position and started reading.
Romon didn't let out a long sigh until he finished reading all the contents of several pages. Although the contents of these few pages may not seem like much, in actual operation, it is definitely not an easy task.
Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. Romon immediately shook his head, put the book in the space, and then put his mind into it.
Inside the space, the sun shines brightly. Since the space was expanded to five acres last time and a batch of herbs had just been harvested, Shennong Horn Space seems a bit empty at this time.
Romon walked in the field and looked carefully, because he sowed new seeds as soon as he finished harvesting, so after this month of careful care, a small green bud has sprouted from the ground.
Although it hasn't grown much yet, looking at it from a distance, it's still green, giving people a feeling of hope. I think another batch will be harvested in two months.
Romon turned around in the space with satisfaction, and then withdrew his mind.
I was about to lie down and sleep, but someone knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
As soon as the door opened, a sweaty face poked in from the outside.
"Who am I talking about? When did Fafier become so delicate?" Seeing that he was acting weird, Romon said angrily.
"Aren't I worried about disturbing your Druid practice?" Because there was a precedent of disturbing you last time, Fafier learned the lesson this time.
Seeing Romon looking at him angrily, he also felt that he was a little funny now, so he chuckled and got in from the outside.
After closing the door firmly with his backhand, Fafier approached Romon. "Romon, I heard from Nick that you are going to Thorn Forest in three days?"
"Yes." Romon replied while making the bed.
"Hey, listen to me, it's very dangerous deep in the forest. I'm not worried if you go alone. Why don't you take me with you." Fafier chuckled.
Romon rolled his eyes at him. "Don't you have to practice every day?"
Fafier waved his hand and said in annoyance, "Forget it, the class ended yesterday. The teacher said this is all I can learn now. Romon, I heard people say that if you want to become a real warrior, you have to fight in a real way, so I decided to go into the forest with you."
Romon glanced at him. "Do your parents agree?"
Unlike Romon, Fafier has parents. Because of what happened to Nick last time, Romon is now a little reluctant to take people on adventures.
Fafier chuckled and said, "Of course they agreed! My father also encouraged me and asked me to hone myself!"
"Okay, you go back first to prepare things for entering the forest, and come here to find me in three days." Romon saw that the other party really wanted to go, and then thought about the fact that the other party's combat skills had also reached a bottleneck, so he agreed. Even if he couldn't make progress, Fafier is a born warrior, and now he has reached the level of Second Level, but he lacks the taste of blood and fire. I guess after a period of training, he can truly become Second-Level Warrior!
Fafier cheered, asked Romon about what he needed to prepare, and ran out with excitement on his face.
Romon, on the other hand, took out his sword and wiped it carefully.
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