Under Julian's scolding, the guards quickly made way to the castle. Arod walked into the narrow street of the castle with a proud look with Julian's arrogance. People coming and going in the street looked at them with curious eyes. A wooden sign above a wooden door at the corner of the street was hung with two hunting dogs on it, which was the sign of a hotel.

"Let's rest here today." Arod pointed to the wooden door and said to Julian.

"Okay." Julian dismounted and helped the weak Arod off the horse. At this time, a little boy walked out of the open door, dragged the snotty little boy to wipe his nose with his dirty sleeves, and then bowed to Arod and Julian.

“Welcome to the Hound Hotel, do you need to stay in a hotel?”

"Yes, take care of our horses, I'll give you this." Aruod said in a hoarse voice, then took out a small amount of money and threw it to the little boy. The little boy quickly took the money he threw and looked at the little money in his hand and smiled. Such a generous nobleman is rare.

"Don't worry, the stable is here. I will feed them with good beans. When you leave, you will definitely find that your horse is much fat." The little boy smiled and took the horse to the stables of the hotel to take care of it.

Arod and Julian walked into the hotel. The hotel was a two-story wooden structure. The first floor was a place for guests to drink and have fun. The second floor was a dozen rooms, with old thick wool blankets on the ground. Most of the rooms were such a bunk of bunks of people sharing the same room. However, for the tired guests who were traveling, this was enough to live in. The hotel owner with a big belly brought Arod and Julian to a room near the street. There was a cabinet with a rough pottery bottle in the room, and a bunch of purple lavender was inserted into the pottery bottle, making this room that could accommodate two people full of vitality. The reason why he could get such treatment was thanks to Arod's aristocratic identity.

The fire was burning in the fireplace, and many guests were already talking to each other while drinking ale. Ordering a glass of ale and a portion of cat meat in a warm hotel can pass the boring and cold nights. Most of the guests were civilians and travelers, and of course there were also some wandering mercenaries. The leaders of the mercenaries were waiting for the opportunity to be hired in the hotel. Those who hired them might have traders who traveled through the robber-like areas to seek benefits, and perhaps priests who spread the gospel of God. The best employers were aristocratic agents who launched private wars, because following the noble army could obtain rich spoils.

"Julian please help me with some spicy soup that can make people sweat." Arod sat on the floor in the house and wrapped himself in a wool blanket. His body was trembling. Arod knew that he had to drink some hot things to make him sweat. The rain on the journey suddenly caught the soul traveler off guard, and the disease suddenly came, but Arod knew how to deal with this disease that was already common in later generations.

"Do you need me to find a doctor?" Julian said worriedly as he looked at Arod's appearance, but Arod shook his head. The doctors of this era basically have no other medical treatment methods except for bleeding you.

"No need, do as I said." Arod didn't believe that he was bleeding like a pig. Fortunately, Julian got some ginger and onions from the hotel owner. Arod asked Julian to use a meat-cutting knife to chop the ginger and onions into a bowl, boil it into a bowl of soup and drink it. Sure enough, Arod was sweating after drinking the soup and felt much more relaxed. He leaned comfortably against the window to rest.

"Get, get, get~~." Just as Aruod was drowsy, the sound of horse hooves came from his ears. Aruod couldn't help but open his eyes. He saw three knights appear at the entrance of the hotel under the torch below the window. The three of them jumped down from the horse and handed the reins to the little male servant, and then strode into the hotel.

"It's strange, I really want to see those three people somewhere." Arud looked at the backs of the three people walking into the hotel. He felt that he had seen them before, a short man, a tall and a burly warrior. Suddenly, Arud sat up suddenly, and the wool blanket slipped on the ground without caring about it, because he remembered that these three people were the three Wild Boar brothers, the ministers of Count Lauziz. Why did they come to this hotel? As the ministers of Count Lauziz, they would be entertained in Duke Mason's castle, without having to squeeze in this hotel full of civilians and adventurers. When Arud suddenly thought of what the adventurer suddenly came to mind.

"Sir Arod, where are you going? I've made some broth for you." Julian, who was carrying a bowl of broth, just walked to the door when he saw Arod coming out with a serious face, wearing the cloak that had just been dried and covering his face with it.

"I'll go." Arod pulled his cloak and showed half of his face and said to Julian. Arod's mysterious appearance made Julian a little uneasy, but he knew Arod had something important to do.

"Sir Arod, I'm upstairs. If you have any need, please call me. My sword is ready at any time." Julian immediately put down the broth and went back to the house to hang his long sword around his waist.

"Yeah." Arod didn't have time to explain anything to Julian, so he turned his head and walked down the stairs. The wooden stairs made a sound of climbing. However, because the downstairs were even more lively, the sound was not noticeable. Arod sat down along the wall at the wooden table in a corner without any noticeability, and this position was only two seats away from the three wild boar brothers.

"Brother, is this guy called the one-handed reliable?" The tall and thin Ogden still nagged as usual. He was not satisfied with spending his precious night in this dirty and narrow hotel. It would be better to find a few beautiful eyes in Duke Mason's dungeon.

"Of course, we need to be patient. This is the task that the adults ordered." Grover, the pig-faced glass, played with the wine glass in his hand. The inferior ale inside made him frown, but this was their master's request, and Grover could only be patient and patient.

"...Pace." Pazzi just sat honestly beside his brothers, looking around like curious children with his eyes. His burly figure made others look at him involuntarily, and then moved his desk outward.

After a while, the atmosphere inside became more and more lively. Several slutty women who rely on flesh and blood business came in. Under their guidance, the men couldn't help but let go of their constraints. Suddenly the scene was a little chaotic, and the hotel owner wiped the wine glass and didn't care. He had long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

"Hey, don't you guys have fun together?" At this time, at the empty table and seat of the three wild boar brothers, a middle-aged man in green, double-breasted businessman's costume sat in front of them. He had a garlic nose, which turned red under the stimulation of alcohol, and had bare hair and looked like a drunk.

"Get out of the drunk, this is not where you sit." Grove, the pig face, said in a rough voice. His face had become distorted due to impatience. A pig face was extremely terrible, but the businessman in front of him did not care, but instead poured the wine that had not been finished on Grove's table into his mouth.

"Hey, I'm not interested in this guy's eyes." Ogden put two slender legs on the table and looked at the merchant with a contemptuous tone, but his hand had quietly touched the dagger at his waist. As long as the ignorant guy had a slight movement, the dagger would be inserted between the merchant's chin and throat.

"Okay, let's talk about the serious matters. I'm just alone. Lord Ogden can move your hand away from the dagger." The middle-aged businessman suddenly turned his face forward and immediately changed from a drunken look to a diplomat. This change was completed in an instant, which surprised the three wild boar brothers.

"Are you alone?" Grover looked at the middle-aged businessman's healthy limbs and didn't believe that he was the one who was going to join. Seeing Grover's disbelief, he smiled instead, every time his guests had such an expression, which made him very interesting.

"The one who fingers is this, not that I only have one hand." The one who smiled and took out something from his neck collar with his right hand. When he looked closely, it was an iron hand pendant strung with silver chains. This reason could be explained.

"Okay, since that's the case, you should be clear about my master's requirements." Grover glanced at the one-handed Xiang Piao, so he decided not to bother with his identity. As long as he could meet the conditions of his master, it would have nothing to do with his identity.

"I know that the road to Italy is not peaceful recently. It will take some time for me to get the goods back." He raised his brow and said to Grover with a hint of embarrassment.

"I don't care about this. My master only wants his goods. This is a deposit." Grover took out a purse from his arms, looked at the bulging money bag, and there were probably many silver depositors inside. This made Arod, who was eavesdropping, curious about what goods were to let Count Lauziz send his confidant, and the connection was so hidden.

"Of course." The one hand saw the money bag on the table, and a greedy look appeared on his face. He reached his hand towards the bulging money bag. At this moment, a ray of light appeared. With a sound of Dou, a short knife appeared between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, and only a tiny short knife could cut off his fingers.

"Sir Ogden, are you?" He looked at Ogden, who was holding the hilt of the knife alone, and asked in horror.

"Remember, if you mess up the matter with Earl Lauziz, I'll really make you alone."
Chapter completed!