When Don Quixote stepped into this city, he discovered that it was actually much larger than he had imagined. Although the history teacher said that the British Empire could only be regarded as a small or medium-sized country on the mainland, that was still relatively speaking.
, according to the comparison between the memories of Edward and the real Don Quixote, the city of Yalaschi alone was far more powerful than the destroyed Anriven! Therefore, it is no wonder that it was destroyed.
Destroy it!
"Sir, do you need to lead the way?"
Many of Edward's memories were actively deleted by Don Quixote. Those memories were of no use to him! So now he regretted it. Facing such a huge city, he had to admit with embarrassment that he
be lost.
Just when he was confused, a child who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old walked up, with a backpack slung across his shoulders. He was dressed simply but very cleanly, and made people feel comfortable at first sight. Don Quixote believed that this boy must be...
Having carefully organized his appearance, he may have made money by giving directions to strangers.
"Do you know the Oak Inn?"
Acorn Hotel, in Edward's memory, he would stay here every time he went out to buy alchemy materials. Although it was not a very luxurious hotel, it was better because it was reasonably priced, clean and comfortable! But in Don Quixote's opinion, that
The biggest reason why the old man who died in his hands liked to live there was because the acorn hotel sold a kind of their special acorn wine. It tasted slightly bitter, but if you taste it carefully, it will exude a hint of acorn wine.
Sweet and delicious! This memory left a very deep impression on Edward, so even Don Quixote was also very impressed.
"Of course, but sir, the Oak Hotel is near the North City Gate, which is far away from here. Even if you take a carriage there, I'm afraid it will already be midnight when you get there."
"So..." Don Quixote thought for a moment, "Then do you know where there is a clean, dry, and quiet hotel near here? I don't like to be disturbed."
"Of course, sir, please follow me. I guarantee that you will be satisfied!"
"Are you professional in guiding others?"
"No, sir, I sell newspapers! When I saw you stopped at the intersection for a long time and looked dusty, I thought you might need the service of guiding me!"
"Ha, my observation skills are pretty good."
"Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper?" The little boy knew how to read people's emotions. Seeing that Don Quixote was in a good mood, he climbed up the pole and asked.
"No rush, we'll wait until the hotel."
"Okay," the little boy said, not feeling discouraged about his failure to sell the newspaper.
Don Quixote is no stranger to newspapers. He has seen this thing both when he was a slave and in Alsace. It was organized by a bard called the League of Harpers. They own this world.
The most powerful intelligence network! Make money in Faerûn by selling newspapers, but what Don Quixote is more curious about is that they often report on various noble secrets, which gives people the same feeling as the British Sun (the dog of the British royal family)
Newspapers reported on it after biting people), but it is still standing. I guess it has a very strong backing.
"Is this where it is?" Don Quixote looked at the hotel sign, "Sinkid's Hotel! What a unique name."
"Yes, sir, this hotel fully meets your requirements, clean, dry and quiet!"
"Give me another newspaper. How much is the total? Sir, just give me three copper coins. Two copper coins for the newspaper and one copper coin for the guide!"
Don Quixote didn't have any change on him. When he came out, Alsace just left him a pile of gold coins. So he took out a gold coin and handed it to the little boy. He believed that this smart little guy must know
How to spend this gold coin while still protecting your own safety.
"Thank you, sir!" The little boy took the gold coin with some excitement, thinking to himself, "I must have met the noble lord. Sure enough, the noble lord is so generous!" After saying that, he bowed to Don Quixote, turned around and walked slowly.
left.
"If I were you, I would not give little Daniel a gold coin just because of a whim. It may seem like you are generous, but in fact it only brings danger to him!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound of copper bells, Don Quixote had just pushed open the hotel door when he heard a slightly older voice. Although the direction of the voice was not directed at him, the content was definitely speaking to him.
Don Quixote looked in the direction of the voice. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties. He had gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He was sitting at the bar, hanging from the ceiling.
looking at newspaper by light.
Don Quixote walked slowly to the bar, "It seems that you know that little guy. He is very smart. Although he was a little excited with a gold coin, he was still able to leave in a normal state. This shows that he already has a calculation in his heart.
!It’s safest to know how to handle that gold coin. My experience tells me not to underestimate women and children.”
The middle-aged man curled his lips, put down the newspaper, and asked, "Do you want to stay in a hotel?" Obviously he did not intend to dwell on the previous issue anymore, "The wall behind me is the location of the room. There are three floors in total.
The one with the red card is someone."
Don Quixote lifted up the cloak that had been covering his head, raised his head and looked over, "I want the southernmost room on the third floor, facing the direction of the sun!"
"Are you an ascetic?"
"Huh?" Don Quixote was stunned. He thought about it and found that this word did not exist in Edward's memory.
"Although I don't know what profession an ascetic is, unfortunately, I am not. As you can see, I am an alchemist!"
"Alchemist?" The middle-aged man murmured the word, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but it only passed by. "Seeing that you are bald and tall, I thought you were an ascetic.
Where is the person?"
"May I ask," Don Quixote was a little curious, thinking that I know the ascetic. "What is the profession of this ascetic? I have only heard of knights and wizards."
"Ascetics," the middle-aged man turned around and took off the key on the wall, "Ascetics are not common in Britain. They act very low-key, so you don't know it's normal. They fight at close range like knights, but they never use
weapons, but bare hands. They look similar to you, tall and tall, most of them are bald, and most of them don't care about money. Thinking of how you gave Daniel a gold coin before, and combined with your appearance, I thought you were
ascetic."
"It turns out there is such a profession in Faerun. I want to see it if I have the chance!"
"If you have the opportunity to go to the Char Empire, it should be easy to fulfill your wish, but I suggest you keep a distance from them. Those people do not believe in any gods and are all life-threatening lunatics!" The middle-aged man said as he handed over the key.
He handed it to Don Quixote, "We have one silver coin for a day and a night. We check out at 12 noon every day. If we add 10 copper coins, we will provide you with three meals a day! If you stay for more than a week, you will be provided with three meals for free! I don't know about you.
How long will you stay?”
"Then let's stay for a week first," Don Quixote said, handing the middle-aged man a gold coin. "My name is Don Quixote. I don't know what to call you yet?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the sign at the door, "That's my name! Also, don't you have any silver coins?"
Don Quixote shrugged helplessly, "If I had, I wouldn't have given that little guy a gold coin..."
"Really, if you were younger and fairer, I would definitely think you were a young master who ran away from some noble master's family. I don't have that much change now, so I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"It doesn't matter."
"Then come with me!" After saying that, Xinjide took Don Quixote to the third floor.
The floors and stairs of the hotel are all made of wood, but unexpectedly, there is no creaking sound when walking, and it is very hard! It has obviously been specially treated, and it must have been soaked in some kind of medicine!
Every once in a while on the wall, there will be a delicate hourglass-shaped wall lamp, emitting a soft light. Don Quixote stopped in front of the wall lamp with some curiosity, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's great.
Design! Once the tiny sand-sized particles mounted on the top of the hourglass fall into the light green liquid below, they will cause an alchemical reaction and emit a strong light. However, because the leak is small, the falling
The quantity is small, and coupled with the refraction of this special liquid, the light is unexpectedly soft. There is also a small horizontal iron piece in the middle of the hourglass. If you move the iron piece and insert it, the particles will stop falling out.
If it falls, then the light will go out. It’s really a very good design!”
Having said this, Don Quixote straightened up and looked at the silent Sinkid, "It seems that you must have been a great alchemist in the past!"
Xinjid clasped his hands behind his back, and the keys in his hands made a crisp clanging sound, "How do you know this was designed by me? Rather than being designed by me by an alchemist?"
When we were at the door, "I said I was an alchemist, but there was a trace of nostalgia for the past in your eyes. If you are not an alchemist, how can you talk about nostalgia?"
"This..." Xinjid stopped talking, as if he was deep in memories.
At this moment, Don Quixote's eyes flashed, and he slowly said, "How about it? We are all alchemists, let's go to my room to communicate together?"
It was a very ordinary sentence, but to Xinjid's ears, it seemed as if it had an irresistible magic power that made him agree!