Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 21 Blackstone Town

Ron raised his eyes and looked towards Heishi Town, where houses nearby could already be seen. It was the first time he saw a human market town after coming to this world, which made him feel as if he had been in another world.

When he came back to his senses, Ron walked straight into the town without stopping.

This is a small town built along a river between hills and valleys. Although it is located on the border, it is not adjacent to any enemy country. It has never been heard of any creatures that would actively attack human towns in the Storm Mountains, so there are no walls or fences. , not to mention any entry fee.

Most of the houses in the town are mixed wood and stone houses made of stone and wood, rarely more than two floors, which looks a bit rough and crude.

Only a few houses are made of chiseled stone bricks, and some kind of white paint is painted on the surface of the houses, which seems a bit out of tune with the surrounding gray wood and stone.

The roads between the houses are completely dirt roads. Fortunately, there is less rainfall on the east side of the Storm Mountains, so the excrement of livestock and horses will not be mixed with the mud due to trampling, but the air still has some peculiar smell.

Fortunately, the people living here are either adventurers or mercenaries, or poor people who provide various services for the above two types of people in order to survive. Desperadoes and poor people don't care about this smell, but they are regarded as Evidence that you can prove that you are still alive.

Walking on the main road of the town, passing the houses, Ron frowned slightly and looked at the drunks who had been stripped of their valuables and thrown into the alley, or who were dressed in bright and revealing clothes and smeared with low-quality makeup. , Leaning against the wall or looking coquettishly or numbly or indifferently at the passersby whores.

"squeak--"

Ron pushed open the wooden door of the largest and best tavern in the town, a stumbling man reeking of alcohol collided with Ron, but it felt like he had hit a hard rock.

"You are raised by a goblin! You don't have eyes when you walk...Ah!!"

The sharp pain and cracking sound from the wrist interrupted the man's curse, which turned into a terrified cry of pain, and the pretended drunkenness disappeared in an instant.

Ron increased the strength in his hand, causing the hand that was reaching for the money bag on his waist to shatter the bones more evenly and thoroughly:

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so stupid as to use my left hand to draw a knife after losing a right hand."

Throwing the man out like a dead dog, before Ron entered the tavern, he heard a burst of cheers and whistles erupting inside.

"To the scaled man who broke one of 'Pickpocket Cam''s hands! To the 'Left Hand Comforter' Cam!"

"Alas!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Ron pushed open the wooden door again, and glanced at the group of mercenaries and adventurers who kept cheering and laughing, toasting to him.

"A glass of Golden Oak, free, I don't think Cam will come to my place again for at least two months, oh, and two beautiful ladies, do you drink wort or berry juice?"

Ron walked to the bar, took a glass full of amber liquor and drank it down.

A deep woody aroma mixed with a heavy fruity taste goes straight to the transformed human receptors, followed by a non-irritating alcoholic and wheat aroma in the mouth.

"The berry juice for the two ladies is also free. I respect your beauty~" The middle-aged bartender smiled and imitated the posture of a musical actor and gave a gentleman's salute. The hand that wanted to take off the hat took off a wig instead.

Looking at the bartender's brightly lit Mediterranean Sea, the three of Ron said: "..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the three of Lon and En in a daze, even louder laughter broke out in the tavern. A few mercenaries even laughed so hard that they lay down on the table and thumped it, their stomachs ached from laughing and they couldn't straighten their backs.

"Have you just come to Blackstone Town? Do you need me to introduce some tourist attractions? After leaving the town and heading northwest, the tauren tribe in a valley over there welcomes foreign tourists very much. They even hang the heads of tourists on the wall ~"

The bartender put on his wig and joked about several "tourist attractions" to Ron.

Although the middle-aged bald bartender looked out of tune, he was actually telling Ron, who had just arrived in the town, which places were dangerous and not to go.

Ron smiled, and said in a joking tone: "I wonder if the lord's house in Blackstone Town can be visited. It would be even better if there is an enthusiastic and reliable tour guide."

The bartender opposite was wiping the glass with a rag in his hand, and looked at Ron with an expression of "Are you kidding me?": "My friend, maybe you should go out."

Ron: "Huh?"

The bartender said helplessly: "You should go out and look at the sign of the tavern, Bray's Sword Tavern, my boss is the honorable Lord Baron Bray."

"I've always been a 'good tour guide', and Baron Bray doesn't mind receiving all kinds of weird guests." The bartender leaned closer to Ron's ear and said: "In fact, that greedy fat pig is very happy to have someone go to talk to him , after all, he is too fat to get out of the house."

"You only need thirty gold coins, and you can share dinner with the honorable Baron Bray, but I suggest you leave before the dinner begins~"

A baron who can sell "meet and dine with nobles" is more or less a talent.

Ron took out thirty gold coins and pushed them to the bartender, but the bartender only took away eleven.

Ron raised his eyebrows, and saw the bartender stuff a gold coin into his sleeve, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh, my guest, you are so good at bargaining, okay, okay, ten gold coins This is the final bottom line of the noble Baron."

Ron was overjoyed, this bartender is also a wonderful person, it seems that his baron boss is very unpopular, and the employees he hired actually helped customers bargain.

Silently put away the extra gold coins, Ron chatted with the more enthusiastic bartender for a while, the sky was completely dark, the street outside the tavern was dimly illuminated by the faint orange candles, and the adventurers and mercenaries gradually dispersed go.

Ron knocked on the bar and said, "Old Hador, open me two clean rooms."

"Oh, what a pity, I only have one clean room left here." The middle-aged bartender, Old Hado, blinked at Ron, with a smile of "I understand" on the corner of his mouth.

Ron sweated wildly in his heart. He really wanted to open two rooms.

Ron put on a look of embarrassment and said, "Are there any other rooms? It doesn't need to be too good."

The bartender, Old Hadow, quietly gave Ron a thumbs up, and Ron seemed to hear him say, "Brother, you are good at acting!"

In the end, the three of them who only had one room walked up the stairs embarrassingly under the ambiguous eyes of old Hadow.

There was only one big bed in the room, Curelia and Vidirpan slept on it, and Ron could just find a corner to lie down on.

It's okay for a real dragon to stay up for days, and it doesn't make any difference to Ron whether he sleeps on the floor or on the bed.

Looking down at the street below from the slightly drawn curtains, there are still a few slender figures leaning against the wall in the alley opposite the tavern. The figures who have stood for a day seem a little stiff, and their numb and expressionless faces are like corpses under the candlelight .

Ron took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)