The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 51 The Withered Green Leaf

"It's just you, the other little bastards should spread out and don't get in the way."

The groom who drove the carriage skillfully selected a well-dressed, crowded whistler among the crowd.

He has short brown hair and looks about eleven or twelve years old. There are some dirt on his hands, but his face is clean.

Although the linen jacket he was wearing was a little threadbare, it wasn't as greasy as other whistles.

There are also skills in choosing a whistle, and appearance and physical strength are very important points.

If you can't even take care of yourself, where will you find the time to collect information?
"call"

The whistlers around dispersed, and went to the caravan to promote themselves.

But compared with magicians, business groups are too stingy.

They wouldn't pay a single copper if they could.

The greedy heart of the merchants amazed even the gods.

Ron and Morey didn't care much about such trivial matters along the way, so they left it to the accompanying driver to do it.

"Grandpa mage, your vision is like the stars in the sky, even the goddess of magic will be amazed!"

"Please believe me, I know all the news about Windmill Town, and I will make arrangements for you."

The remaining whistle actively followed Morey with a courteous smile.

It was obvious that the coachman chose him, but the direction of his courtship was towards Morey who was standing behind the coachman.

"We need a clean hotel, and some supplies of white bread and water. Do you know where?"

Morey said with a blank face.

"Of course, Master Master."

"A noble person like you certainly can't live in those garbage hotels where mice can be stuck on the tables! Not to mention that the people with big feet from the mercenary regiment live there, I guarantee that it will be uncomfortable."

"I recommend you the Kasa Hotel in the center of the town. It is clean and hygienic. The convoy of the Great Chamber of Commerce will stay there temporarily. The proprietress of the hotel is also a winemaker, and her family's wine is fine."

The whistle kept talking about the information he knew, and his confident and cautious appearance was very much like the salesman Ron met in his previous life.

When the whistle successfully brought the client to a certain inn to rest, the owner of that inn would also give them a few copper coins as a reward.

These are unspoken rules. If you don't do it, the whistle will not lead people here anymore.

Unless you have only one hotel in that town.

"Then let's go to this one, you go to the front and lead the way."

Morey made a final decision, and then the convoy followed the whistle and walked towards the town center.

Along the way, Whistle tried his best to explain to Morey which bakery was the best in Windmill Town, where there was a hidden black market, and so on.

At the end, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"If you have any needs in that regard, I can also recommend you the best brothel location. The services of the girls there are guaranteed to satisfy you."

What the whistle didn't know was that now Morey was being remotely controlled by Ron, and the only person who actually heard these words was Vivienne's master and apprentice in the carriage besides Ron.

In the carriage, Vivienne was already blushing, and Carroll next to her was also looking left and right, with an unnatural expression on her face.

It can only be blamed on the young man's eloquence, the scene he described is really vivid.
It's a pity not to write a novel.

"Isn't it just a brothel? What's the fuss about?"

Ron complained in his heart that he saw a lot of this kind of thing when he went out to open a map.

Even at the edge of the Warcraft Forest, you will meet men and women who are not willing to pay for the house.
Gee.

"Okay, I don't need these things, take us to the hotel quickly."

"Yes, my lord"

Seeing Morey's impatient expression, the whistle immediately shut his mouth and focused on leading the way.

Observing words and emotions is an essential skill for them.

Without his explanation, the world suddenly became much quieter.

After walking for about ten minutes, they came to the entrance of Kaisa Hotel.

When the plump proprietress saw the business coming, she also stepped forward with a smile on her face, and warmly entertained Morey and his party.

"I need four large guest rooms, remember to prepare hot water for bathing!"

"Also, prepare lunch for the distinguished mage grandfathers, and remember to have good white bread."

The whistle yelled as he walked, these demands were told by Morey on the way.

"Welcome, welcome, master mages, come in first and take a rest, I will go to prepare food, and I will make sure you are satisfied."

The proprietress responded skillfully, and secretly handed over a silver coin as she passed by.

The whistle understood and worked harder.

The magic apprentices got out of the carriage one after another, jumped out of the car, and followed behind Morey.

After walking for such a long time in the dull carriage, they couldn't wait to come out to get some air.

Ron shrunk down to the size of a finger using Transfiguration, lying on Vivienne's hat, looking like a crystal ornament.

Revealing the real dragon's body would attract attention, and although he didn't mind the trouble, Ron didn't want others to see him as a mascot.

If you become human.
Ron didn't really want to change into a human form. He tried to change once before, and the sense of restraint made him feel uncomfortable.

The most important thing is that after a real dragon becomes a human, it generally retains one of its own characteristics.

For example, red dragons are mostly ferocious-looking mercenaries, black dragons are middle-aged men with deep complexions, golden dragons are knights with a sense of justice, and so on.

And what Ron retained was unparalleled beauty!

This makes his human appearance somewhat neutral.

Ron doesn't feel very good, he's a bit of a bitch, so he refuses to change human form for the time being.

The proprietress arranged for a few waiters to take away Ron's wildebeest and their vehicle and put them in place.

Here is a cross-shaped street intersection, and there is a white crescent fountain building in the center of the road.

At this moment, Ron's eyes were fixed on the woman sitting under the fountain.

"Who is that?"

Ron manipulated Morey to ask.

The whistle followed the direction of Morey's finger, and saw the woman in red sitting under the fountain.

She looked about 40 to [-] years old, wearing a long red sweater, black wavy long hair hanging down her back.

She sat quietly on the stone platform by the fountain, surrounded by crowds: mercenaries, brats, merchants, apprentices...

People pass by her in a hurry, or they are eager to leave here, get rid of thousands of shackles, and go on a journey; or they are eager to return here, return to all kinds of comfort, and get rid of travel.

"Oh, does your lord mean Monica? She is a poor woman who has been waiting for her husband to return."

Ron became interested, and manipulated Morey to continue asking:
"Where is her husband? Where is he now?"

"I don't know that either."

"I heard from people in the town that her lover was a mercenary who disappeared during a crusade more than ten years ago, and no news of her lover came back afterward."

"Monica, who couldn't wait for news for a long time, finally became a lunatic. Everyone was afraid of her. She barely survived with the help of her mother."

"She waits there every day for her husband to come back. I heard that this is an agreement with her husband before he disappeared."

Ron listened to the story quietly, but his eyes never left the woman.

His dragon eyes slightly exuded magical brilliance, and multiple detection magics were applied to them.

The world in his eyes gradually turned gray and white, and the layers of clothes on passers-by could no longer block his gaze.

Monica's body was seen through by him.

There was something strange in that woman's heart.

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Withered leaves?
　The author is rolling all over the floor, asking for a monthly ticket~asking for recommendation~asking for collection.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)