Time passed quickly in Firbo Town. Two days had passed since Norman was kidnapped by Scarano, and eight days and one week had passed since several people left Roma Town. During these two days, Hemingway spent the whole day with his two children in the town.
I was looking for a person selling wine-making tools on the street, but I heard that the person was not in his rented house.
Norman has remained innocent these two days, curious and interested in everything, as if the kidnapping case had never happened. This made Shannon feel very uncomfortable. He always felt that Norman was a little weird.
Yes, after all, Norman didn't look stupid before.
A thin black horse passed by the two children, splashing mud all over Norman's body. Norman avoided Shannon's position and met Shannon's concerned eyes.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine. Really, Shanon. I'm not a child anymore."
Shannon was skeptical about this, but under Norman's firm eyes, he couldn't ask further. But Norman was still thinking about another thing, which was the uncontrollable changes in his body when his mood fluctuated greatly.
Hemingway, who was standing in front of the two children, was asking the single passers-by if they knew the winemaker Beyers. This winemaker from 20 years ago was not in his cabin recently, and no one knew where he went. A week later, Hemingway asked
Returned to the hotel with the two children.
"It seems that my time estimate is correct. It will take at least three months before we can go back." Hemingway bit into the rye bread, the crumbs sticking to his beard: "That old bastard has gone somewhere, I guess he is hunting or something."
Whatever, we have to stay here for a while, don’t worry, the owner of this restaurant is my friend, as long as you don’t break things casually, money is not a problem.”
Norman sat cross-legged on the bed: "That guy named Byers, who is he?"
"That's a good question, young man. The Birmingham family used to have several partners doing business together. Byers and I were both from the previous brewery. But with the promulgation of Prohibition, we also lost our jobs. Byers, that bastard
The boy said that we would have a chance to use the brewing equipment in the future, so he secretly took the tools and hid them. Unexpectedly, twenty years later, the boy Cavendi came to me some time ago and said that he planned to find me to make wine again and purchase the equipment.
I got enough raw materials, as well as formulas and samples. As soon as he mentioned white wine, I knew it was made by the orcs in the Southern Continent. He was really capable and could buy the white wine brewing method from those beasts, so I first
I immediately sent a letter to Bayes...
But he couldn't trust Cavendi. He felt that Cavendi was not as good as his grandfather, so he didn't intend to help. Cavendi planned to spend money to buy back the tools from him.
You know, Cavendi is not as courageous as his grandfather. None of our old friends liked Cavendi. Except for me, I saw something different in Cavendi. His mind. He was very interested in Cavendi.
He's very keen on making money, so he can find stupid people like pig-headed men to work for him.
I tried to find one, but back then those old guys left on their own, and Cavendi couldn't give them what they wanted."
"I think he is stupid."
Shannon was a little annoyed. In his opinion, Hemingway was belittling Cavendi, who was a hero in Shannon's eyes. Norman winked at Shannon and signaled Shannon not to interrupt. If the Birmingham family's decline
It was caused by the departure of the old people. So if we persuade those people to come back, can the Birmingham family return to its peak?
Norman didn't understand why he had such an idea. He had known Cavendi for almost a year, and he had seen him running around trying to revive his family. He once spent all day in Roma Town seeking other people's financial support.
Support is to ensure that your factory can operate normally in the future. Do you want to assist Cavendi...
I'm different. Norman is unfamiliar with having such thoughts. He is not a good person, nor is he a mentally ill guy who would like people who insult him. Norman just thought of one thing, Kaz
All the wizards in Norman are scattered. If Cavendi becomes stronger, can he borrow his power to reunite the wizards in Caznorman and provide them with a new safe house?
In Norman's impression, when he was in Kaznoman, he lost his footing and fell off a cliff, while the others were near the carriage. Then he fell into a pool and picked up two rings. There must be a reason why they didn't come to look for him.
Yes, Norman knew that the mercenaries and Sons of God were hunting down the remnants of Kaznoman and the traitors. If they came to him, they would put everyone in danger.
Arthur told Norman more than once.
The existence of wizards is despised by all living beings because they killed the gods and triggered the largest war in the world. They possess natural power that others cannot understand and are few in number. Other living beings only want wizards to become their tools, and
I don't want them to be self-aware.
Only a few people recognized the existence of wizards, including Norman's mother Brynn, and Norman himself was more like a human being. He had no elemental power and no ability to communicate with nature. But Norman decided to use his own
In order to assist the wizards of Kaznoman, they must still be alive.
Thinking of Guy, Elise, Parrish, Jeno, Grandma Ino, and the twins...the living remnants of Kaznoman, Norman missed them.
...
Life in Firbo Town was a lot more fun than in Roma Town. Hemingway gave the two children a boogie for them to enjoy, and he went to meet old acquaintances, but he did not know that the two children secretly
Have more money.
Norman and Shannon came to the tavern and ordered two glasses of orange juice. With the buga they were wearing, they could walk sideways in Filbo Town. However, after experiencing the Scarno incident, Norman warned Shannon not to be too showy.
So the two children sat in the corner of the pub, drinking orange juice and talking about what they should do next.
Just in the direction of the front entrance of the tavern, a purple-skinned elf walked in, accompanied by a bald man in a jacket. Norman was sitting facing the door, and he saw the bald man at a glance. Norman had seen him before.
, on the back of the king mermaid, in the deep sea.
The orange juice in Norman's mouth almost spurted out. Why is that man here? Aren't they from the Sons of God? If Arthur were here, he would recognize that the purple-skinned elf is Pleti who has plant weapons. This
The appearance of the troublesome elf killer who is as famous as Dortmund has not changed, and he is still as handsome as ten years ago. However, Norman has never seen Pleti with his own eyes, but he knows that its identity is not simple.
"Shanon! Get down!"
The tacit understanding between Shannon and Norman these days is self-evident. He knew at a glance that something was wrong with the two people who came in. He did not directly see Johnson when he was at the bottom of the sea. He asked with his mouth: Who is he?
Norman used the table to hide: he is the bad guy in the deep sea, the mermaid King Griffin, who is chasing us.
Shanon opened her mouth: Should we leave quickly?
Norman nodded, and the two children were about to leave. As a result, the elf and the bald man sat directly on the table next to the two children. Fortunately, Johnson's back was turned to Norman. If the two children left at this time, they would definitely
Attract the attention of elves and bald heads.
The existence of the Son of God was hidden in the shadows. At this time, Johnson knocked on the table as soon as he sat down. Puleti asked the hotel owner for two cups of stimulating milk tea. The tea was given to Puleti by a woman with yellow curly hair.
Pleti didn't even have time to look at the woman before taking a big sip. Johnson interrupted Pleti's idea of continuing to drink a second cup, and drank more than half of it himself: "Pleti, we are here to complete the task. Wait.
After it’s over, we can go to the Southern Continent and drink whatever we want.”
Shannon made a gesture to signal Norman not to leave in a hurry. The elf and the bald man seemed dissatisfied with the tired journey, and their words were full of complaints.
"Enjoy life. Milk tea is a specialty here. Oh my God, Johnson, you are more boring than those guys in Night Walker. The Queen will laugh at your boringness."
"You don't believe in the Elf Queen. Let's not talk about that. Didn't we cooperate with the witch hunters? Has that guy Uther found those guys in Kaznoman? If those guys don't die, I will feel uneasy."
Puleti drank another cup of Den milk tea, and the pungent taste made her very satisfied: "Leave Kaznorman to Uther, he is professional, and the rest of them can't make a difference. Now there is a dark night in the elves."
The Walker issue is enough to give me a headache. The one among them named Jace has been pursuing our affairs since we met Arthur last time and killed many of our spies. Lord Legolas has already gone to find him."
"Jace? I know him, a genius doctor and killer. Didn't the Lord Envoy say that he and Arthur have a very good relationship? Even if the man named Arthur is dead, he will cause us a lot of trouble...don't talk about this
Now, this time we are going to use the combined beast to find the relics of Metis, the God of Wisdom and Thinking. We must get there before those who serve the God, lest the old god be resurrected again and cause us a lot of trouble."
"Why did you say this outside, Johnson...something is wrong with you." Pleti stopped all conversations and held Johnson's face with his slender fingers. Johnson's pupils were dilated and his eyes were wandering.
, this is a sign of being drugged. After briefly checking Johnson's condition, Puleti looked at the Den milk tea he was drinking.
"There's something wrong in the tea, it's the confession agent..." Puleti stood up suddenly and walked to the tavern. After asking, he was surprised to find that the yellow-haired woman had disappeared. There was no other waiter in the tavern except an old lady.
Priti came back and dragged Johnson away, leaving only Norman and Shanon in the tavern who couldn't close their mouths in shock.
After Puleiti disappeared, the people around seemed to return to their usual bustle.
Norman bumped Shanon with his elbow: "Did I just...hear something terrible..."
"Are you talking about the witch hunter, the genius killer or the elf captain Legolas?"
"No, Shanon, I'm talking about the last sentence they said. Did they just mention the synthetic beasts and Metis, the god of wisdom?"
Shanon's pupils kept shrinking: "I think so, what's the matter?"
Norman was so nervous for the first time. He thought for a moment and said, "We, we have to find a way to contact Nisi. Today!"