Ride and Cut

"Then you are Gunther?" The lord turned his gaze to the big black man next to him.

With a height close to that of the two blades, he was indeed extremely tall among the Pompeians, standing there majestically with a spear in his hand. But compared with the highland barbarians, they are almost a head shorter.

The spear he held in his hand was obviously temporarily modified with a farm tool called a triangular fork. Now is the busy farming season, Li Cha couldn't help guessing which farmer's house was broken into. The broken stubble on both sides is still very fresh, even if you sprinkle some plant ash to make it old, it will not change this fact.

"Yes." With a raised head, "Gunther" danced gracefully with his braided hair. The spear in his hand also moved, and the fancy spear flowers dazzled people, which was really beautiful.

It's a useless show, more like acrobatics than martial arts. The lord secretly slandered.

The onlookers didn't have such eyesight. They were shocked by "Gunther"'s bravery, and immediately asked the bartender to add another roasted pork knuckle with potatoes.

"Then who are you?" The lord's eyes finally fell on the horseman who had been silent all this time. In his hand was an exaggeratedly shaped heavy machete - nine out of ten it was also made of light iron.

The horseman swallowed his ale before saying slowly, "I'm Hurt."

"That's not right." Li Cha was shocked, a sunflower seed that had just been eaten fell out of his mouth and landed on his lap, Qiqiu immediately picked up the opportunity and ate it, "Isn't Hurt a centaur?"

It is the common nature of human beings to like to watch the excitement. At this time, more and more citizens have gathered around, and they have spoken in agreement.

These people usually go to the tavern to listen to the bard singing poems. Although they don't give it to them after they are done, it will not delay their familiarity with the latest popular themes.

"Hurt" quietly watched the commotion, and was not in a hurry to explain. On the contrary, some supporters immediately asked everyone to calm down. Since "Richard" and "Gunther" are both so brave, then "Hurt" is naturally not an ordinary person, so you might as well listen to him first.

So the scene fell silent again, waiting for him to prove his innocence.

"The bard in the tavern is just making rumors, don't believe them." False Hurt patted the neck of the old horse beside him, his face was very sincere, "It's just that I am as good at riding as a man and a horse, and I am not inferior to a centaur from a distance. That's why there are such rumors."

"oh!"

The citizens of Pompeii are not ignorant bumpkins, they understand a simple truth——

When talking about things, they always only know how to talk about the big and the empty, and when they are questioned, they will be evasive, which is likely to be a lie. And like the one in front of you, although it does not match the mainstream cognition, but it is reasonable and full of details, it must be so true that it cannot be truer!

"But I still think Hurt is really a centaur." The lord held his chin in a firm tone.

The hair on the tail of this old horse is bald, and the four legs are as thin as sticks. Even the best riding skills can't be compared with the horse. Because the only place suitable for it is the mill, not the battlefield.

"If Hurt is fake, wouldn't Richard and Gunther be fake too?" Immediately, an idler pointed to the huge sword behind "Richard" and said, "Look at that sword, if it's not Richard, who else is it?"

"I, I'm Li Cha." The lord patted his chest, feeling very convincing.

It is a pity that it is often a small number of people who grasp the truth, and these few people have to bear the price ranging from being booed to being burned to death for the truth.

"Shh~"

The idlers who watched the excitement dispersed, thinking that this person could really be stubborn.

"Hey." Seeming to be interesting, "Gunther" put down his pork knuckle and greeted the lord, "My friend, where are you going?"

"What are you doing at Noble Court?" The lord rolled his eyes. I don't really feel bad for these liars, and even find it a little funny, but I definitely don't have a good impression.

"Coincidentally, we're also going to Noble Court." With a flick of his head, "Gunther"'s broken braids flowed again, showing the wild style of postmodernism popular in the southern province in recent years, "How do you go?"

"Walk." The lord began to wonder that maybe there really was a second alpine castle, and that's where they came from.

Although the aura is invisible and intangible, it is extremely difficult to fake, and sometimes it has a greater impact on the subconscious than words. For example, the three people in front of them are definitely the best in the scam industry.

confidence! So confident! Confident enough to be contagious, reaching the highest level of deceiving others first, no wonder he can fool other people in the tavern with a few words.

If it wasn't for Li Cha himself who was the real one, he would definitely have to fall into the pit obediently and be fooled.

"Are you going to buy grapes? I heard that there is a store over there with good grapes, as sweet as honey." As soon as the words finished, "Gunther" grabbed another piece of pork knuckle and gnawed it fiercely, and after three or two bites, only a bone was left.

The lord nodded helplessly.

"When the caravan is done, we will go with the caravan. You know, it's a large convoy of hundreds of people." "Gunther" gave him a thumbs up, his face was full of pride, and "Hurt" smiled and nodded in agreement.

"We went to the Noble Court to deal with the big shots inside, otherwise we can take you for a ride."

This "Gunther" was obviously a chatterbox, and he didn't forget to shake his head vigorously after speaking. The pebbles tied to the broken braids collided with each other, creating a clear sense of rhythm.

Li Cha felt that his broken braids were really exciting, and wondered if he would turn around and let Manzi Gang tie his long hair, he would definitely be handsome.

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At the entrance of the tavern, Li Cha waved goodbye to the three Xibei guys.

"Gunther" sucked his oily fingers, let out a loud belch, and raised his chin towards the end of the street, "Stop talking, our convoy is here, you are quite interesting, come back to Alpine Castle to treat you to drink ale, authentic dwarf brewed!"

Carriages of heavy loads were approaching from the corner of the street, together with the accompanying barbarians and centaurs, almost blocking the narrow road. As soon as the lord looked up, he saw Annie sitting on the side of the first carriage, holding a ledger and smiling silly.

"See you soon." After waving to Li Cha, "Gunther" and his two companions slipped into the crowd of people on the street like fish swimming in water, and soon disappeared.

An hour later, on the Champs-Elysees outside the gate of the Noble Court, a mighty carriage drove up.

In the first car sat a young warrior, resting his chin on his face and enjoying the breeze, humming a disjointed tune.

He was obviously the absolute core of the whole team. Behind him were two maids holding umbrellas to shade the sun. In front of him were a few tall and fierce warriors sitting in a decent posture. Each of them held a stack of square thick papers in their hands and scratched their ears and cheeks.

Anyone who has been in the tavern all year round will definitely recognize these as "playing cards". Recently, there is a trend in certain circles in Cologne.

The young samurai suddenly stopped and greeted three passers-by with a smile.

"Then who is it?" Annie looked up curiously, she didn't notice it just now when she was doing the calculation.

"A few former acquaintances." Li Cha played the last few cards in his hand with a smile.

"Don't you need to stop and say hello?"

"No need." The lord stretched his waist.

The three passers-by were chewing a bunch of grapes in their hands, but suddenly they looked at each other dumbfounded as if under a spell, and the grapes in their hands fell silently to the ground, splashing a piece of purple juice.