The song is over.

The entire hotel was silent, and everyone was still immersed in the music and could not extricate themselves. Among the officers who were dining here, there were some elegant people who had a little research on music, and some vulgar ones who were not interested in music at all. But at this moment, no matter which one was, they were sucked away by the melody just now. In fact, after a long time, someone was the first to applaud, and then everyone, including Baranka, began to applaud violently.

"This kind of music and this melody is not the human style, it is simply a natural sound!" someone said loudly. "One more song!"

"How is it, who won this bet?" Asu Rufate asked in front of Baranka.

"You won." Baranka was a bachelor, throwing back the gold coins that Ash Rufate had given him. "Your capital," he said, then he stood up and shouted at several of his fellow colleagues: "Let's get up!"

"Hey...I haven't finished eating yet." A companion complained.

"Then let's continue eating," said Baranka, and then he called to a hotel waiter not far away. "Come and get the table down and serve the two of you. I will pay all the accounts."

"Hey, hey," Baranka's words immediately triggered a lot of screams around him. "So come out, accept the gambling and give the money quickly."

"Give money...give money..."

"Haha, our wise man has misunderstood..."

"This time he will lose all his military pay for a year. Many people guess they are bards...haha..."

Baranka was in a mess. Because he didn't have enough money, he had to write IOUs one by one, and the more embarrassed he would be. So, by the time the gambling problem was solved, Ash Rufate and the little girl had already started to eat their own lunch - of course, it was mainly the little girl, and Ash Rufate almost didn't touch that table of dishes.

Baranka came to the table, he laughed dryly, and sat down honestly and unceremoniously.

"I admire you, I admire you." He looked at Ashu Rufate, "I didn't expect you to have two tricks and are versatile. This time I decided to admit defeat." He said in a sour tone. "Although I lost this gambling, I can be sure that you are definitely not minstrels." He turned to look at the little girl, who stopped eating, looked at Ashu Rufate, and looked back at Baranka.

"Although you play the piano well and dance well. To be honest, with your singing and dancing just now, you are more than enough to be a minstrel, and you can even be considered the best among minstrels, but I have always been very confident in my eyes. I am sure you are definitely not minstrels. Oh, by the way, I haven't asked for your name yet... Also, are you two?"

"Couple." Before Ash Rufat spoke, the little girl spoke first. "The unmarried one." She added.

"As for the name, we are just bards, and we don't need any special names." said Ashu Rufate.

"My name is Baranka, maybe you can hear that I am from the Guards... I am the deputy general. Of course, this 'deputy general' is just a short seller, and there is no specific title or salary. You just need to treat me as an ordinary mercenary leader."

"What do you want to say?" Ashu Rufate asked. The little girl tilted her head while watching the scene.

"Okay, just. To be honest, I want to have another bet," said Baranka.

"Why? What's the best bet on?"

"Simply put, I want to save my face in front of so many people." Baranka smiled. "Of course there is still money. Haven't you heard the conversation between me and others just now?"

Ashu Rufat turned his head and glanced at the little girl, who responded with an innocent expression. It was a mess just now, and she really didn't notice these details there.

"They were all laughing at my judgment and saying that I finally missed it." Baranka said. "Actually, I knew I didn't miss it, but I underestimated you. As the book says, I met a master by chance. King Markremiz also met the wilderness sage Garunas by chance. The two... even refused to report their names, so they probably wouldn't want people to know that you are having lunch here, right?"

"Is this a threat?" Ashu Rufate replied coldly.

"It's just a request, a simple request. I want to prove to them that I'm not wrong," said Baranka. "So, I'll pay your bet."

"What's the meaning?"

"We have three people here, and all three want to compete with you. Every time the loser pays the winner ten gold orlis." Baranka said. "But, in fact, what I care about is not the money. So I decided that if you lose, nine out of ten gold orlis will be given to me. If you win... give me five gold orlis, how about it?"

"How to bet?"

"If martial arts competitions are too much, gambling is of course intelligence, otherwise what is called gambling?" Baranka pointed to his head. "Come and play war chess and deductions."

"Tricks deduction? What is that?" the little girl asked.

"It's just a popular mini-game, using chess pieces to imitate real wars." Baranka replied. "Many places regard this game as a means to cultivate military talents. This kind of game is very simple to get started, and people who have never played it can master the skills in ten minutes. But if you want to play it well, what you need is not ordinary skills."

"Why do you want to play this kind of game?" Ashu Rufate asked back.

"Ha, of course, because we are all soldiers." Baranka replied. "Although we are all mercenaries who are destined to not make a successful career, to be honest, there are many arrogant people. There are quite a few people who are confident in their command and believe that they will one day rely on war to make a name for themselves. Although it seems purely delusional to me personally,... in fact, daydreaming is also a happy thing, right?"

...

"Sir Duke, Knight Essin asks for your visit." The servants reported to Byron, who nodded, and Essin outside the door walked in.

Duke Byron's expression was sunny, which shows that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

"Esing, is there anything you need to do with me?"

"That's right, Lord Duke... the thing I've reported before... is about removing Ashu Rufate... something might have gone wrong."

"Oh, what's wrong? I remember Cleo reported to me that he saw a dagger stained with dimensional stone poison stabbing Ashrufate in the shoulder."

"I'm sorry, but... although I don't know what's going on... Ashu Rufate is still alive and he is not poisoned."

"This poison... should be the kind that is hopeless, right?" Byron's face did not show anger, which was very rare for him. This also proves from the side that he is in a good mood now, and a trivial matter is nothing. "Speaking of it, after you dedicated this secret medicine to me last time, I also conducted some related experiments."

"Ah...Duke..."

"Well, this poison is actually not top-notch in terms of the strength of the medicine. The advantage is that it is completely helpless. And it also has a very interesting feature, that is, the efficacy of the medicine can be accumulated in small quantities. For ordinary poison, if it is a lethal amount, it will be completely useless if it is taken. The next time it is poisoned, it will also reach a lethal dosage before it can take effect... No, because the body develops tolerance, the poison will not die once, and the next time it actually increases its resistance to this poison. But this poison is not like this. If a spoon is a lethal dosage, you can divide the spoon into 100 portions and eat it for 100 days, and it will also die." Duke Byron said. "Speaking of this, thanks to the things you have brought, it helped me solve the trouble of a boss... I haven't thanked you yet."

"You are so serious, Lord Duke. This is what I should do."

"Well, this situation should be this type of situation. Although it was stinged, how deep the sting was at this point, how much poison entered the body instead of being washed out by blood... It was still an unknown number. This is not a failure, but you were a little impatient and reported to me such a result before you saw the result with your own eyes..."

"You are right, because my subordinates failed to monitor this time."

"Just pay a little attention next time. But maybe there is no need to do anything about this Ashu Rufate."

"Special?" Essin repeated the word once in confusion. "You mean..."

"When you clear out those annoying things, you can remove them one by one, and you can catch them all in one go." Byron laughed. "Well, maybe it's more appropriate to put this matter on."

"As long as you order." Essin replied, owing.

"Esing, don't do anything in recent times... Just be vigilant and prevent others from doing anything." Byron said. "Now for us, everything is ready, we only need the east wind... and just a little patience. I remember you said in the past that you want to be a real baron... and have your own fiefdom, right?"

"Ah, sir, you..."

"I still remember these. Do your job well in your position, and when everything is completed successfully, your dream will turn into reality. OK, now you can quit."

"Yes..." Essin's voice was a little excited. "I will do my best to serve."

...

"Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"

The subordinates looked at the leader staggering for two steps in surprise. He obviously did not receive any attack, but he looked like he was hit by an arrow at this moment, which made his subordinates panic.

What happened? What could happen? It was just passing by the roadside and just glanced inside along the hotel window. But Nighthawk suddenly changed his expression and his steps were unstable. He stood firm by holding the wall.

"No... nothing." Nighthawk tried his best to restore his calmness. How could it be? This was impossible. He looked into the window again. He read it right, how could he read it wrong? The person he had thought about day and night with his portrait, and he had also seen at many sacrificial rituals.
Chapter completed!