"Don't bother me, I can do it myself."
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zuo Si took off the two giant swords he was carrying on his back and threw them at the door.
Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by a deafening sound and slight vibrations on the ground, the terrifying giant sword made of magic metal weighing more than four tons directly made two large craters on the ground. The splashing air even blew the skirt of the young girl who ran out of the tavern.
He stood up, revealing two white thighs.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough to hold down the hem of her skirt in time, otherwise she would definitely be exposed.
"Hey, hey! You're lying, right?"
"How can a human being be able to carry such a weapon?"
"What a joke! That kind of weight can crush someone to death even if it's pressed!"
"Fake! It must be fake!"
"Idiot! The sword is right there. If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."
"Who do you call an idiot? Do you want to die?"
"It's you I'm talking about! Why, if you don't accept it, come and try it and see who falls down in the end."
…
Accompanied by the exclamations, quarrels and curses of the people around him, especially the patrons in the tavern, Zuo Si slowly took off his helmet, revealing a neat, clean, handsome and amazingly charming face that was incompatible with ordinary people in this world.
When she saw this scene, the face of the young girl dressed as a maid suddenly turned red, her heartbeat accelerated in an instant, and her mouth opened wide. She was stunned for a long time and could not recover from the shock.
You must know that as a medieval background world where wars are frequent and ordinary people are in danger of losing their lives at any time, it is difficult for even nobles to ensure that their skin is smooth and delicate.
Especially oil, acne, acne, freckles caused by unhealthy diet, as well as various whitening cosmetics containing large amounts of lead and mercury, are often very fatal to facial skin.
In addition, noble men practice martial arts for a long time and expose themselves to the wind and sun when hunting. Their entire faces often look very rough, and at best they are only slightly better than those of common people.
But it gives people a completely different feeling, like a prince who walked out of a fairy tale. Not only is his skin fairer than all the young women present, but he is also extremely clean and tidy from head to toe, with not even a trace of sour sweat smell.
None.
The most important thing is that the aura, temperament and behavior he exudes make this group of low-level commoners who have never seen much of the world convinced that this is a noble, and that he is the kind of powerful noble.
Otherwise it is absolutely impossible to have such a clean face and skin.
In addition, the gorgeous armor, the giant sword inlaid with gems and the heraldic emblem can also prove his status as a great nobleman in some aspects.
After all, equipment of this level is tailor-made by top craftsmen, and its price can sometimes be as much as the combined income of a territory for several years. It is definitely not something that nouveau riche, mercenaries and the like can afford.
What's more, even if it is left on the battlefield for various reasons, the family behind it will pay a ransom or offer a high reward.
Therefore, in theory, there is a high probability that the weapons and equipment of the nobles will not fall into the hands of outsiders unless they are given away on their own initiative.
Because this is a shame in the eyes of the proud nobles.
In short, Zuo Si's mere appearance in this town triggered quite a heated discussion, both about his identity and his terrifying power far beyond the limits of human beings.
After he took off all the armor and threw it on the floor at the door, the young girl dressed as a maid finally came to her senses and stammered: "Sir, are you sure you want to stay in a place like ours?"
Do you want to settle down? I think you should go to the castle to visit Viscount Roald. I believe he will be very happy to hold a grand banquet to entertain your distinguished guest."
"Viscount Roald?"
Zuo Si keenly caught a key word and turned towards the Renaissance-style stone castle on the hill outside the town.
You know without asking that the owner of this castle should be the so-called Viscount Roald.
In medieval Europe on Earth, nobles had a tradition of not living in towns. They usually lived in their own castles or manors.
Only in this way can they ensure that they and their families are always safe and protected amid frequent wars and riots.
As for towns…
Generally, the lord entrusts the management to the municipal council, and he only has to collect taxes.
Under the feudal system in the Middle Ages, cities and villages actually implemented two completely different governance models.
The former is usually highly autonomous, while the latter is completely dependent on the noble lords.
Since the city was not in their own hands, the nobles lacked trust in the merchants and burghers, so it was safer to live in castles and manors.
After all, the burghers are not tenant farmers or serfs who are in awe of the nobility, but 100% free people. The most important thing is that they also advocate equality.
In the eyes of nobles who are accustomed to being superior, this is simply treason.
"That's right.
Viscount Roald is the rightful ruler of the town and all surrounding lands.
His family has ruled here for two hundred years, with fifty knights and an army of six hundred.
There were also other nobles who spied on this rich land and wanted to take it away through war, but they were all repelled without exception.
In particular, the current Viscount, Lister Roald, personally led the elite to fight against the six thousand troops of the neighboring country two years ago. As a result, he was forced into a desperate situation and suddenly broke out, winning a brilliant victory with a small victory over a large number.
He himself likes powerful warriors like you very much, not to mention you are a noble of noble blood."
The young girl was obviously deeply attracted by the super charm exuded by Zuo Si, and she told everything she knew without hiding anything.
"Then have you heard of the Kingdom of Mitlan, the Kusha Empire, and the Yoda Empire?"
Zuo Si touched his chin and continued to ask with interest.
Because in his memory, there has never been a clear map of this world, and even the geography and orientation are very vague.
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"Well, I've heard of the Kingdom of Midland.
It is in the far northeast and seems to be at war with the Yoda Empire.
In addition, the Kusha Empire seems to be constantly advancing to the west. This group of pagans is said to have burned, killed, and looted all the way, slaughtering all the towns and villages along the way.
I really hope someone can stand up and stop their progress.
But these are still far away from us, so there is no need to worry too much.”
There was no hint of nervousness or worry in the young girl's tone. Instead, she had a bystander mentality that the matter had nothing to do with her.
This undoubtedly shows that this place is quite far away from the center of the entire Jianfeng legend - the Kingdom of Mitland.
And the information she provides is likely to have a strong lag.
After all, in an environment where information transmission is extremely slow and blocked, unless you are lucky enough to meet a passing businessman or traveler, ordinary people may not know anything about what is happening more than ten or even dozens of kilometers away.
Even if a certain country is destroyed, it will take months or even years for the news to come back.
What's more, the war between Mitlan and Yoda lasted for hundreds of years, and who knows what timeline we are currently in.
After thinking about this, Zuo Si directly took out a gold coin that shone in the sun and handed it to the other party: "Last question, have you heard about the Eagle Group of the Kingdom of Mitland?"
"Sorry, I haven't heard of it.
Because the Kingdom of Mitlan is too far away from here and is still at war.
No one cares about desperadoes like the mercenary group who don’t know if there will be a tomorrow after today.”
The young girl quickly shook her head, then took the gold coin and bit it in her mouth. When she saw the clear teeth marks, she immediately showed an ecstatic expression.
Although the style and pattern of this gold coin were something she had never seen before, the exquisite casting process and the weight of the gold itself were enough to be worth her total salary for several months or even a year.
Similarly, she also mentally labeled Zuo Si as rich and generous in addition to being young, handsome, and aristocratic.
"Well, it seems we can only stop here for now."
Seeing that he could not get any more information, Zuo Si decisively ended the conversation with the other party and walked straight into the tavern.
The young girl at the door quickly waved to the young man who had just moved the purchased vegetables, wine and meat into the kitchen, pointed directly at the armor on the floor and ordered: "Scrub these armors clean and then apply the best
The grease. Remember, it must be clean and there must be no trace of dirt or odor.”
"clear!"
The young man nodded and agreed without hesitation, and soon sat at the door with a bucket of water and a jar of grease and wiped it very carefully, for fear of missing even a little bit of dirt.
As a handyman in the tavern, he knew very well that as long as he could complete his job well, the owner of the armor would definitely reward him generously, so he worked extra hard, without any intention of sneaking around.
At the same time, Zuo Si, who walked into the tavern, sat directly in front of the bar and looked around. After a while, he asked: "Do you have anything delicious here?"
To be continued...