The King of Elden does not die alone!

Of course there are good wizards and bad wizards.

But all the stories that have been circulated so far have made people involuntarily have a stereotype.

A bad wizard must be gloomy, living in seclusion in a big forest or a dark castle.

They are always carrying out their evil plans, using ant legs, lizard tails, frog ovaries and other disgusting things to cook a pot of green soup...

And a good wizard.

They may look different, but they are all very amiable and will devote themselves to the country.

Well, for example, Merlin, who once served King Uther.

Rumor has it that he was a wizard with a white beard, a pointed hat, always holding a staff, and eyes full of wisdom.

He assisted King Uther in achieving the great cause of Britain.

Unfortunately... King Uther's brother, the despicable King Vortigern, arrived with the Anglo-Saxons, launched a rebellion and destroyed King Uther's dynasty.

Although in the eyes of Mia in later generations, this stereotype of wizards is completely a product of legend.

But has anyone ever thought about it?

This era is the era when the legend happened.

What later generations consider to be fairy tales and legends are actually the history and life experienced by people of that era.

"No, I am not in the habit of accepting favors for nothing."

Mia politely declined the elder's kindness.

"But I am very interested in the best room."

Mia said, clenching her fist and reaching forward.

He spread his fingers in front of the elder.

In the palm of the girl's hand, there was a sparkling orchid-colored gem placed safely.

"This...this is..."

The elder stammered, looking at the gem in Mia's hand.

The gem was about the size of a coin.

Even if you don't pick it up, but just stand aside and look at it, the azure blue gem is shining with a deep light, its color is like the depth of the ocean, and its brilliance is like the stars in the night sky.

Mia turned her palm over and held the gem between them: "Keep it, I want the two best rooms."

The elder never looked away, he stretched out his hands and carefully took the breathtakingly beautiful sapphire.

"I...I understand."

He took a breath and yelled into the hotel: "Adel! Get out of here!"

Almost immediately, a voice came from inside: "Coming!"

Then a fat man with a big beard and wearing an apron ran out of the hotel happily.

"What is it, Elder?"

"The distinguished guest is here!"

"This..." The doubtful Hen was about to ask a question, but the elder glared at him back.

The hotel owner scratched his head and led Mia and the others into the house.

Mia was still wondering when she entered the room.

It seems to be given to the wrong person.

The hotel has an owner.

Forget it, at worst I can give her another one later. She has plenty of gems.

Suddenly she turned around and waved to Altria and the others who had been watching.

"Oh, I'm here too."

Altria followed immediately.

"..."

Kai and Merlin looked at Altria's back with complicated expressions.

Surprisingly, I just followed someone when they waved...

Is it because they look similar that Altria feels an unusual sense of closeness to him?

"So high-profile." Kai curled his lips.

"Unlike us..."

The words have not yet fallen.

He saw Merlin also approaching the elder with a shameless face.

"I am a wizard too, huh?"

"You?" The elder, holding the sapphire tightly in his arms, looked at him suspiciously.

"Yeah, you're welcome." Merlin waved his hand, feeling good about himself. "Just call me Merlin."

"You said you were Merlin?"

"Yes, it's the great wizard who assisted King Uther!"

"..." The expression on the elder's face changed from confusion to surprise, and then immediately from surprise to disdain.

Finally, there was even a glimmer of compassion.

"Young people need to be down-to-earth and stop thinking about unnecessary things."

The elder rolled his eyes, stroked the sapphire with his right hand in his arms, and walked away happily.

Only Merlin stood there, petrified.

Chapter 64. You are the king, that's fine (first update)

Good evening! There will be another update later.

After all, you can’t just collect tickets.

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"what--"

The innkeeper was flattered and left the room with a ruby.

As a businessman, he is well-informed and obviously knows more about goods than the elders.

The gems Mia could easily take out were more than enough to buy the entire hotel.

The boss was so overwhelmed by the huge wealth that he saw stars.

Mia, who had almost no idea about this, had already laid down on the soft and comfortable double bed.

Of course, if it were measured by the standards of the previous life, this bed would not be considered very comfortable.

But for Mia, who had been living in the open air and sleeping on a straw mat on the floor for several months.

This bed is a total paradise.

Thick animal skins were spread on the surface, pressing the dry and fluffy hay underneath.

It also blocked all the hard protrusions of the hay.

As soon as you lie down on it, you can immediately feel the incomparable softness, the fur rubbing against your skin, just like being in someone's arms.

The so-called best room where Mia stayed was actually a separate cottage next to the hotel.

According to the hotel owner.

This room is used exclusively by the local lords during their hunting tours in the fall.

But that did not prevent the innkeeper from renting it out to guests who could afford it when the lord was not visiting.

Although Mia requested two rooms, the best one only had one.

This small hotel in the village has only three guest rooms, including the cottage where Mia sleeps, and the rest are large bunk beds in the attic.

And the other two single rooms.

Connected to the main house, it is simple and small, with only a bed and a box as furniture, plus candlesticks hanging on the wall, and an area of ​​no more than five square meters.

It is quite characteristic of the times.

Although these small buildings sticking together are called hotels, it is obvious that providing accommodation is not their main business. More often, they provide drinks and snacks to the villagers.

It might be more appropriate to call it a hotel.

This is different from the dirty Middle Ages in the legends of the previous life.

There was no unpleasant stench in the air of this Celtic village.

It can be said to be completely clean.

After all, it was a country that had been influenced by the Romans, so it still had some concept of public health, and it had not been messed up by the invading Anglo-Saxon barbarians.

Although this kind of village is unlikely to have a sewer, the conventional farm sanitation facilities are very complete.

Mia naturally shared a room with Melina.

But after Wilden saw the single bed in another room...

He helplessly said that he would rather sleep on the big bunk bed.

No other reason, the bed is too small.

So, the two small guest rooms were booked by Altria and Merlin.

Kay and Wilden slept on the big bunk bed together.

Mia's good mood lasted until about forty minutes later, when the hotel owner personally delivered the meal.

Two large round wooden plates, corresponding to two sets of exactly the same meals.

The crust is beautiful brown and the inside is white bread.

There was also a pea stew that smelled delicious.

all good.

But the contents of the other bowl on the plate were indescribable.

Exuding a wonderful aroma of spices, a lump of purple-red matter that was completely unrecognizable was placed in the soup of the same color.

"...What is this?" Mia looked a little strange.

"Pears stewed in red wine, my dear lady," the innkeeper bowed dramatically, "with cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg."

"..."

Someone who looks embarrassed because of seeing the dark cuisine.gif

The innkeeper continued, "This one is rabbit stewed with peas, and it's made with Roman pepper, cardamom, galangal, and cloves."

At least this one looked more normal.

"Please take the pear away." Mia resisted the urge to make a face and said politely to the innkeeper.

"This..." The boss was afraid that the big money man in front of him was in a bad mood: "Is there something that doesn't suit your taste?"

What's not to my taste?

None of this is to my taste, okay?

but...

Respect other countries' food culture and stop complaining about it.

"Please bring me another dish." Mia replied.

The boss was in a dilemma.

It was getting dark now.