After the knights left the church as if they had lost their souls, George also pushed the door into the tavern.
Sitting by the fire pit, George took a slight breath. Looking around the pile of grapes, some nervous heart, also can not help but slightly quiet.
Two small dogs as big as a small bear, babbling into his arms, George stroked half a day after, his face gradually re-emerged smile.
"These days Rona fed you two fat..."
Wiping their mouths, George found that these two little things, which had grown teeth, even ate grapes, and were not squeamish about it.
"The grapes in the abbey are sweet, but you are not fit to eat them... Well, Rona is making medicine again today? It's not really appropriate to make wine while making medicine...' Smelling the slightly sour and fresh aroma, George lifted his head and looked around.
In this week's time, the tavern in a certain compartment, has been an additional alchemy table. The waitress, who was always doing nothing, was no longer wiping the table over and over again.
Seeing that there is no one over the alchemy table today, George could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
To be honest, whenever George saw the washed hair, tied the twisted braid of Rona in the alchemy table busy, always worry that today's dinner will poison themselves ... And her emerald hair, dyed at some point, always reminded George of certain poisonous mushrooms.
But the tavern was the only place in the territory where there weren't any rats and cockroaches (the barn and mill were also less, but even less suitable). So he had to let Anthony arrange it.
"You are really a country baron with little knowledge, there are many taverns with alchemy tables."
Anthony's words succeeded in convincing George, and he knew that in the past, Rona had not seldom been inside her room, secretly fiddling with those strange and odd things...
In fact, after the warblers frequented the tavern, Rona began to take care of herself.
But the hair, or in the handsome young wizard came, Rona began to do - to be exact, is in George's most busy period, one day back to the tavern, only suddenly found her combed and dyed her hair.
George still can't figure out why Rona would dye her hair this weird color. But every time he saw that annoying Anthony praise Rona, that green color, indeed, will make him feel very unhappy.
Recently Rona gradually began to speak, concise language, no longer often stutter.
Yet it seems to have inherited that poisonous mouth of her teacher...
''But luckily, she almost never talks to me... Oops.'
The kitchen doors creaked open, followed by a pair of smooth feet stained with purple grape juice, and a pair of long, slender thighs.
Looking at the woman with her buttocks cocked back to pull the large wooden barrel, George's heart skipped a few beats.
He swallowed his throat, slightly sideways, his gaze involuntarily followed the pair of jade roots and looked to the hem of the skirt.
'This girl grows quite tall when she doesn't shrink her neck...'
The hem of the skirt was blocked by a hand, which made the lord slightly displeased. But when he frowned and looked upwards, right into those ice blue eyes, his sweat hairs couldn't help but explode.
"Ahem, Rona, why are you barefoot, you stinky girl? Don't get the dirt into the grapes!"
The waitress gave him a fierce glare and didn't say anything. She went to the kitchen and took out a large wooden basin, rinsed her feet and sat on the bench to pick out the grapes.
George took a slow sip of wine and thought his idea was a really good one.
And this mouthful of old wine, can not help but sing the taste of new wine to ...
After gawking at the girl for a while (until she turned away), George got busy with business - he reached his hand into the fire pit, the blaze coalesced in the palm of his hand, burning out a heavy, antique book to.
The opposite Rona seems to feel the strange fluctuations, she peeked towards this side, seems to be very envious of this ability to 'manipulate the flame'.
Seeing George after flipping through the pages of that book, a moment to put that big tin book on the back, a moment on the waist and legs of the comical look, she could not help but feel some funny.
"This thing hanging on the clothes must have to break the clothes, hanging on the plate armor is suitable, well, better get another iron chain... Silver iron chain."
After seeing George mutter a sentence, looking up this way, Rona hurriedly averted her gaze and picked up the grapes.
For this job assigned to her by George, Rona felt a little annoyed - the workload was just a little too much. But she couldn't be happy when she thought of having those stragglers help her to stomp the grapes.
After a long time, Rona heard the sound of a prayer coming from behind her. She looked back and quietly glanced over there, and was surprised to see the big iron book in George's hand suddenly turn into a burst of light and disappear. Then his hand suddenly lit up again, the book reappeared in his hand.
Although sometimes they will suddenly meet this kind of situation, but see such a scene, she still can not help but blink.
Then she saw George turned the pages of the book, no sound came out of his mouth, but his body was enveloped by a power that could hinder the 'elements'.
Yes, the elements, that's what Anthony pronounced.
She could feel the strength of this power, half as much as the kind of pure power that pervaded the shelter. And the dumb lord, it seemed, wanted to try it out. So he took off his gloves, pulled off his armor, and put his hand into the fire.
Rona secretly counted the time, almost six breaths, George then reached his hand back and shook off the flames on it. From his good-looking eyebrows, she could tell that he should be feeling the pain.
This endurance time, it seems to be less than their own.
Seeing that guy took out another piece of carbon from the fire pit, Rona couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Sure enough, just as she turned her head away, a screaming sound came from her back. Her mouth curved quietly, then she thought of the kitchen with fragrant oil and honey, but after her butt moved slightly, she continued to get the grapes absentmindedly.
"Holy Fire (lv2), Darkness Resistance (lv2), Dawn Blessing (lv3)... That's all for now. When we leave, we can refine the power of 'Stigmata' a little more using the power of prayer."
"Hey, I wonder how many days it will take to go..."
"It will be fine, sometimes I just think too much. Like Alexander, instead of being able to mangled many things through."
"I'm such a strong man, huh..." (After the sound of a wooden cup breaking, Naoto quietly glanced in a certain direction)
I do not know how long it took, behind gradually quiet. The movement of Rona's hands stopped, and after sitting for a moment, opened her mouth: "You, small, very, small..."
She pinched herself twice, not wanting her stuttering voice to be heard, but the more nervous she was, the more she did. Only when she faced Anthony could she occasionally say something complete.
The door of the tavern clanged shut, and one could hear the deep depression in the 'clang' sound...
Rona sighed, sometimes she felt that she was really useless.
Can't even say a word of concern...
...
The town of Border River in the south of the valley is considered to be one of the better preserved territories. The castle and the town outside the wall is built on top of the hill by the river. And there are some farming land and farms under the hill.
In the fall, sheep and cattle flocked along the river, eating the last crop of fat grass in the fall, and the people would intensify the gathering of the grass to prepare for the winter.
The lords and knights of the castle will also travel to and from the forest full of water vapor in this season. After the hunt, the lord will also reward those who have contributed the most to the hunters, and held a lively autumn party.
"When I was a child, the river was so clear that every autumn, the fat fish that came to breed would jump out of the water itself. But now, what jumps out is something like this..."
Standing by the city gate, Baron Garvey said to a group of knights around him, looking at these welcoming parties around him, he couldn't help but kick the crackling 'fish bones' under the rack and sighed deeply.
"It seems that it is impossible to entertain that lord with fish today."