rune hunter

Chapter 406 Drama
As the saying goes, there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman. The main reason is that it is difficult for normal people to understand their thinking.

Tiana spent the whole night making the general construction plan of the camp, but Laurana had no interest in it, and she only took half an hour to build a prototype of a lively market in the camp.

The refugees have learned to accept militarized management on the way to escape, so the efficiency of handling things is naturally faster.Under Laurana's continuous orders, blacksmiths, bakeries, grocery stores and a series of shops have sprung up quietly like mushrooms after rain.

Tiana is worried about the shortage of living supplies, but Laurana sees the problem from a completely different angle.Compared with the size of tens of thousands of people, the resources that the exile team has collected along the way are indeed somewhat beyond their means.But in itself, it is still a considerable fortune.Since equal distribution cannot be achieved, it is better to centralize and schedule in a unified manner.

If there are only five pairs of trousers out of a hundred people, then no one should wear them at all.If there are twenty pairs of trousers, let the younger women take precedence.When men go out to work with their buttocks naked, old women and little kids don't need to care.

Al couldn't see any benefit in doing so, of course, mainly because he didn't have the patience to listen to Laurana's random explanations.Since he wanted to play, he might as well play it seriously, so he decided to play a guest role as the owner of the tavern—this tavern was also a key construction project that Laurana specially ordered.

There were almost no other buildings in the valley except for the ruins of Blackstone Fortress, but El's soldiers still found an intact stable outside the castle.Although it is a bit dilapidated, there is no problem as long as it is simply repaired.There are still a lot of straw stacks in the stables, probably because no one cares about them, most of them are moldy and cannot be used as horse feed, but if they are used as bar counters and tables, they can barely make ends meet.

Anyway, no outsiders will come, and our own people don't pay so much attention.

This rudimentary and unsightly arrangement made El feel a little emotional. It reminded him of the dilapidated tavern where he, Antonio and Katyusha hid on the last day in Istaren The situation while drinking.

A temple knight who has lost his faith, a lord whose territory is about to fall, and a ground turtle officer who is about to lose his lover... Looking back now, it is really full of irony, and I don't know who is more pitiful.

"Very good, that's it. Keep this feeling of vicissitudes, and make your expression a little deeper. This is a tavern owner with a story."

At this time, Laurana had already changed into the tavern maid clothes she found somewhere, and the subtle familiarity made the corners of El's eyes twitch.

"I said... how do you have this kind of clothes?"

"Taken from my father."

"I don't remember those aunts in the old man's Chamber of Commerce wearing such clothes."

"Of course not, this is left behind by Tika. You guessed it right, it's the one she replaced."

Seeing the blue veins on El's forehead, Laurana held her chin and giggled: "Can't I wear the clothes your woman wore?"

"You never told me that the old man still has Tika's relics." Al gritted his teeth and whispered.

"What's the use of you wanting women's clothes? Do you have sex dreams under the pillow every night?" Laurana half-closed her eyes and made a contemptuous expression.

"Take it off!" El said angrily.

"Should I take it off now?" Laurana smiled, leaning forward slightly, deliberately letting El see her fair skin under the plunging neckline, which meant clearly—I didn't wear anything underneath.

El licked his lips, struggled for a while, finally sighed, and asked helplessly: "Miss, stop making trouble, what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, we haven't got all the actors yet." Laurana said with a smile showing her cute little canine teeth.

Alcohol is easy to collect, but drinkers are not so easy to find.Although it is said that as long as they are soldiers, they can drink a couple of sips, but no one will run to his boss and drink in front of his boss when he has nothing to do. Besides, a group of rough men can't act, and they will get in the way when the time comes.

But fortunately, there are no shortage of idlers in the camp, such as female spies and crows from the Kor tribe, gray goblin cooks and kobold magic sticks, down-and-out aristocratic dandies... In short, the gathering of a hodgepodge of three religions and nine classes is definitely better than bards. In the story, the mysterious tavern where the protagonist accepts the task is more like that.

When it comes to bards, Mr. Bonaparte definitely does his part. This Mr. street performer, who once had a 20-year acting career and three prison experiences, is now Tiana's supervisor in charge of organizing civilians.But if it's something Miss Laurana explained, of course he wouldn't mind coming over to play a cameo.

After gathering such a bunch of ghosts and goblins, and then serving steaming potato stew and a large glass of ale, the air in the stable was immediately filled with a real tavern taste, which made El have to admire the eldest lady from the bottom of her heart. She is smart and wise, whenever she devotes all her energy to one thing, she always achieves perfection.

"Boss, I think it's better to call two brothers over here. We have thousands of people up and down the mountain. It's unrealistic if there are not a few people coming to drink." Timmy scratched his head and suggested in a low voice after turning around: "I Find a few brothers with a sincere heart, and drink to death when you come here, there must be a few drunks in the tavern, otherwise what is the tavern?"

"You're right, let's do it." El and Laurana looked at each other and nodded.

"Wait a minute, where is my sister? I haven't seen her all morning?" Dreyer played with the silver carved wine glass in his hand, stared at Laurana suspiciously and asked: "Since Miss Laurana has recovered Come here, do you need her to do anything else?"

"Mr. Delaire, you can call me Laura, this name is more suitable for my current identity." Laurana covered the round plate in front of her chest, tilted her head and smiled: "Miss Jessica spent a lot of money last night. She has a lot of strength and is resting with me. If she wakes up, she can be a tavern maid with me."

El tried his best to maintain the expression on his face, trying not to show any flaws that made Dreyer suspicious.However, this guy's sister-in-law seems to have reached the point of no cure, and despite Laurana's personal assurance, he still vaguely noticed something was wrong.

Thinking about how this guy knelt down and swore allegiance to his former enemy for his sister back then, if something happened to Jessica, it's hard to imagine what this guy would do.

"Stop talking nonsense, what kind of tricks are you trying to play?" Dreyer threw the wine glass away and asked impatiently.

"Don't be impatient, we are all just the background of this stage." Laurana smiled slightly, pointing to the door and said: "Welcome our real protagonist to come on stage—"

Hearing the girl's introduction like a theatrical aria, everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the figure who had just entered the door.

That was General Hank and his adjutant Kevin.

El's heart moved, and he finally understood Laurana's intentions.

"Miss Laurana, I don't think it is necessary to mobilize such a large number of troops." General Hank glanced at the improvised background stage, frowned and said in a deep voice.

"This is not just to solve your problem. Of course we have other purposes. But as far as you are concerned, don't you want to make a break?" Laurana asked, looking directly into General Hank's eyes.

The support of the Night Watchmen has become unsustainable until now. According to the agreement, or just an excuse they made for themselves, they escorted the refugees to the Thunder Fortress, which is considered to have completed their final mission.As for the way to go next, General Hank himself had no idea.

They have lost their former glory and inheritance mission, and the ruins of Demient that have been guarded for thousands of years have been buried underground, but the Truth Society they are loyal to has raised its butcher knife against them.They have nowhere to go, no supplies, and they hold weapons but don't know who to fight for.

However, in Laurana's view, they are not completely hopeless.No matter how noble and glamorous the truth may be, there is no reason to refuse to accept the elite troops who have been loyal to him. Maybe they just happened to be forgotten.Back then, the shadow councilor Quesalas might just be an old lunatic with water in his head. If he changed the communication channel, there might be surprises.

General Hank was noncommittal about this. After the betrayal of Quesalas, his mood has been very negative.Once the faith in his heart collapses, it is difficult to recover, and he must also take responsibility for his brother's life.

However, there must be an end to this matter, either regaining faith, or cutting off the past, the night watchman must recognize the reality and determine his own direction.

General Hank hesitated for a while, and finally chose to sit down. He put the helmet on the table, sighed heavily, and said nothing.

"That...Miss Laurana, I'm a little worried. Do you think such a simple arrangement can fool the scholar of the Truth Society?" Kevin looked around and asked hesitantly.

"Of course there is no problem, as long as you don't get too nervous, Mr. Kevin. I suggest that you two have a bottle of 20-year-old gin, which will help you get into the mood as soon as possible." Laurana took it from the bar He took out a wine bottle and put it in front of the two of them, clapped his hands and said loudly: "Attention everyone, let's rehearse the script. It's actually very simple. As long as you play freely and don't be too rigid, there will be no problem."

Looking at Laurana's sparkling eyes, El vaguely felt that her purpose was by no means as simple as she said.

　Today I just heard that this street-slamming book has already become famous on Taiwan forums, and the general evaluation of the Wanwan buddies is--a good book with a failure in the introduction~ Fuck, it is so heartless, shame on the other side of the strait went

　　
　
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