The Lord Legend Of The Raicarnated Lord
The Red Grace Inn (2)
Chapter 2: Red Grace Inn (2)
Brennan Charlando did not give the impression that he was the owner of the inn. Ignoring the endless chattering of the head-serving girl, Louise, she picked up some animal skin parchments, knelt on the floor and rummaged through the rattan box, the skin of the beast as well as the bag, as she pondered: 'Breaking:
"Two pieces of dark-scale rhinoceros skin, this is Armor's command …"
"Five pieces of Crimson-eyed Black Fox leather, for the old Park of leathersmith's …"
"Three pieces of Golden Python leather, Jason of the weapons experts needed this to make a scabbard …"
"Tendon One Striped Wildebeest, Jecks wanted to use this as a bowstring …"
……
"What's this?" Charlando said as he lifted the grayish-white bone, one meter long.
Lorist put down the roasted goose and said, "This is the legendary Razorbeak Owldragon humerus used by the original Remandotu people on the island as a parana. Light and tough. I believe Sir Maleiff asked for this. ”
According to legend, the Razorbeak Owldragon came about thousands of years ago from experiments performed by ancient magi with nightowl and draconian interbreeding, which resulted in the creation of large, savage flying beasts, proficient and proficient and combat. It's just, it's been extinct for a long time. The only complete skeleton specimen was only discovered a hundred years ago in the Relic Islands by an expedition team sent by the State of Magi. It is so named because of its large-looking body and sharp beak.
Sir Malieff is one of the taller regulars of the Red Grace Inn. Rumored to be a nobleman of some distant republics, he came to the City of Morante and lived a life of exile in a house near the inn, citing his hatred of war as the main cause he left his country. He is a man who likes to collect strange and eccentric items.
"Oh. "That's just one of Sir Maleiff's oddities. Placing the bones on the floor, Charlando took out a leather pouch containing several glass tube-like tubes that contained liquids of various colors. "What about this?"
"Seven types of magical beast blood, as Professor Simpkin of the White Rose Academy requested. He said he had an ancient tome detailing the potion recipe that required the blood of this magical beast. He wanted to see if he could synthesize the herbs mentioned in the book, ” explained Lorist.
Only now did Charlando pay attention to the small labels at the bottom of the container, with the names of various magical beasts, including, Dark-gold pythons, Edged Greenbacks, dark-scale rhinos, etc.
"The old man, Simpkin, must have had a lot of money to throw away. Replicating herbs? That's laughable! Where there wasn't even any more, and magi didn't fared any better. How can you make potions without MP? ”Renung old Tom while shaking his head nonstop.
"Then what about this thing?" Charlando waved around a large, sealed bamboo container that was nearly a meter long. The sound of flowing liquid could be heard as he shook it.
"Erm ...." murmured Lorist, embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment before replying, "That's the Terrence-donkey whip I got for Els …"
The Donkey-Terrence Whip is a native product of the Relic Islands that is well known as a powerful ual stimulant. It was very popular among the nobles, especially the men whose potential of the air withered early on.
"Gift!" After hearing about Els request, Louise laughed at her people nonstop.
Charlando looked grim. "What's wrong with her .. This little one uses an aphrodisiac at a young age .. Pursuing a skirt all day without actually doing anything useful .. I have to teach her a lesson! Leave it with me and tell Els to look at me when she asks about it.
Els, or Brennan Evanport, was one of the syndicates that led the three districts. He was a Two-Star Silver Swordsman as well as the only member of the Charllando family; his nephew .
The table was a mess with utensils and dishes. Finishing what was left of his beer and burping in satisfaction, Lorist asked McDuffin to clean it up. "Sister Louise, see if old Luke from the back road is busy. If not, I want a haircut and beard. Oh, and bring me a room upstairs and get my bathtub ready. And, please bring the clothes in the washed rattan box and buy me a new one at Aunt Misha's house as well. Put the bill in my tab. ”
Old Luke packed his equipment and came up with a slight delay. At these hours, there are usually few or no customers for the barber shop behind the inn. Placing a black linen cloth around Lorist, and placing a shiny silver mirroring plate on the table that Louise had just cleaned, Luke picked up the scissors and walrus ivory comb and asked, "Do you want your usual piece?"
In the Grindia Continent, nobles from certain countries were expected to wear certain hairstyles to distinguish themselves from commoners. There are no rules for commoners and they choose whatever hairstyle they like, although sometimes hairstyles like ponytails become popular and many people follow them. Other than the slightly inferior barber tools, everything else related to the hairstyle was about the same as Lorist's previous life.
Lorist had always preferred crew pieces for two reasons: In his previous life he served as a soldier for seven years and it had become something like a habit for him. It was also much easier when styling her hair.
"Yup, I like the usual ones," Lorist replied as he straightened himself up in his chair.
The old Luke cleared his throat and said, “Actually, Locke, your hair is very lush and black. I'm sure you'll be able to easily charm countless young girls if you keep ponytails. ”
Old Luke loved to gossip when he cut his hair. He was very experienced with the rumors and stories circulating in the local grapevine.
Luke made a serious expression while continuing to take care of Lorist's hair. “Yeah, it's pretty ordinary. Two months ago, Lind, who runs a roadside fruit stall, got her stall hit by a surprised horse. Even so, the owner returned it with four gold Ford and he even profited from the incident. Last month, Watt's butcher's wife got into trouble with a mercenary. The funny thing was: the mercenary was actually slashed by Watt, someone who had not even awakened his Battle Power yet! Really joke!
"Regarding gossip, three months ago it was announced in newspapers that the war in the north was finally over, thanks in large part to various unions working hard for two years without stopping. A peace treaty was signed and the northern market looked like a gold mine to many. For two full months the papers were filled with recruitment notices for mercenaries and northern business investment ads. There were also some reports of people being attacked by bandits. ”
"Oh, the Krissen Empire has finally stopped attacking?" Lorist really did not expect such a huge historic event to occur in the six months he had embarked on the expedition. As for the peace treaty, no one had really treated it seriously since the Krissen Empire had been an enemy with the Forde Trade Union for over a century, where at least three major conflicts erupted between the two powers. Why would the Trade Union bother to settle anything, given that the empire had begun to collapse since the start of the power struggle between the three princes for the throne of the late Emperor Krissen six years ago? It was already a blessing that unity did not take advantage of the imperial situation.
"What exactly is covered in the agreement?" Lorist was very curious about the special agreement between the two powers. Princes and princes of the northern empire have been at odds with each other for nearly six years now, uprooting the empire's once stable foundation and crippling the economy, causing much poverty and hunger. Even the nobles had to rely on loans to maintain daily life. If anything, it was much more trustworthy for the trade unions to be involved in putting the empire into this predicament.
"Hmm, I really didn't pay much attention to the details of the agreement. I'm just a barber, you know. I have never really been involved in these confusing political matters .. ” said the old Luke with a blush.
"I know about that!" Old Tom was beaming with a bright smile. As a retired postman, he always liked to pay attention to the political currents in the continent. “There are three main clauses. First, the empire must be divided into three kingdoms and seven nobles. In other words, the Krissen Empire had ceased to exist and there would be no more northern invasions. Second, the stability and security of trade routes must be maintained and taxes will remain the same for all countries, regardless of whether it is the kingdom or the duke. In addition, subsidiaries of the union will be allowed to conduct business freely in any region. The third clause states that unions will provide loans to seven countries at different interest rates ranging from 13 to 70 percent depending on the country. ”
"Brother Locke, aren't you a northerner yourself? I remember you riding a carriage with some kind of badge, usually the kind used by nobles. Given that the war is no longer going on, wouldn't you want to go back to your hometown to visit? ”Told McDuffin as he reminisced about the time he first met Lorist in front of the academy's entrance ten years ago.
"Locke, are you really a citizen of the Krissen Empire? A noble at the time? ”Old Luke Seru in a surprised tone.
Back when the Krissen Empire was still standing strong, conflicts between the empire and the Forde Trade Union were common and battles were frequent on the Falik Plains. Many soldiers led by the nobles actually caused the people of the trade union a lot of grief. Although not everyone in Morante City would actually attack anyone in the empire, no one had a good impression of them either.
"To be exact, I came from the northern part of the Krissen Empire; I am a northern plateau. The plateau must be located thousands of kilometers from here, which is too far away and impractical for soldiers to come. The march itself will take more than three months. My father was a baron and his barony was located at the north end. I have an older brother and also a younger brother. I guess that makes me the second son, which means I won't inherit the barony at any rate. The fact that I am so far away here means my family has left me. I have had to rely on myself for a full seven years since I lost all contact with them. That's why I now consider myself a Moranite and have nothing to do with the north or my family anymore ” explained Lorist.
"Religion . Many nobles sent every child but heirs to the land to prevent infighting and strife, usually by means of exile, separation or marriage. The Locke case is quite common. After all, his family does have a hereditary title, ”Tom added.
Luke worked quickly and finished the haircut and shaved. He ended the session by applying the last layer of oil to moisturize the skin.
Lorist stroked his clean-shaven chin in satisfaction and paid Luke a small silver coin. She then had McDuffin get a glass of beer for Luke and Tom and put it on top of her tab. He took his sword and went upstairs with Louise.
There were eight rooms on the second floor of the inn, four on each side of the corridor.
When they arrived on the second floor, loud voices of men and women during intercourse rang out along the corridor.
Lorist asked curiously, "Who got it at a time like this?"
"That's Jumile. He took three Blackbear brothers from the streets for seven large silvers. They've been doing it for three hours or so. I wonder if he can still wake up tonight. ”
“Jumile is also one of the girls serving in the inn. As for the Blackbear brothers, Lorist knew the fact that the three were low-ranking mercenaries, usually only working on short escort missions and miscellaneous tasks for others. The three of them were burly and tanned and people started calling them the Blackbear brothers and finally, the name was caught and stuck.
Louise brought Lorist to her room, which was located at the right end of the corridor. The bathtub is set up and filled with hot water.
Taking out a bar of fragrant pink soap and white linen cloth, he then collected the clothes on the ground and placed a wallet, sword belt and waist bag on the table and was just about to leave, he said, before turning around and asking, "Locke, are you free on the night three days from now?"
"I don't know, what for?" Lorist emerged from the water and took a deep breath.
“There is a girl from this village who wants to work here as a servant girl. He was looking to sell for the first time for a sufficient amount, around two gold coins. Since you've made quite a lot of profit this time, why don't you help me? ”
"Hm? Doesn't the inn already have you, Jumile, Shala, and Nina? Will I hire another? "
“Nina just got married last month and won't be back. The girl from my village will also work here for two to three years to earn money before returning to the village and looking for someone to marry. I promised him that his first client would be a handsome and generous youngster. Come on Locke, help me, right? ”
"I. .. I'll think about it later," Lorist said in an awkward muffled voice and submerged his head back into the bath water.