Author: Aunt Sibai

Porcupine Collar Tavern.

When he opened the door, a smell of sour cider mixed with the smelly sweat of farmers and soldiers filled the air amid the sound of wine belches.

"What I said is true! The mare in the castle laid an egg!" The bearded man who belched wine widened his eyes, trying to use this method to prove that he was right.

Another person held the wine glass and tried to make trouble: "Aren't you in charge of those tough slaves in the quarry? You don't know anything about Wheatfield Village, how about you know about the adults in the big castle?"

"There have been so many red bricks burned in the brick kiln recently. I no longer need to worry about the quarry." The bearded man shook his head, not caring that the other party looked down on him, because he had bigger worries.

Moving his butt on the chair to find a comfortable position, the bearded man said: "I was assigned to the construction team, and every day I just move bricks, bricks, bricks."

One can imagine how he felt when he was demoted from a slave steward to a bricklayer.

But he also has no skills, so he can only do hard work if he wants to make money.

Either move bricks or burn bricks in a brick kiln.

"What's wrong with being a bricklayer?" Another man came over and shouted: "A glass of sour apple beer."

Putting down the money on the table, the man looked at the bearded man and asked, "If you didn't come back to work as a bricklayer, could you drink here?"

The bearded man nodded in agreement: "That's true. It's better than staying in a small quarry. You can see women and drink."

Before Li Qi developed the porcupine collar, he even had to worry about food and clothing. In less than a year, he could drink in the tavern, but he only thought that he was in charge, and now he was being managed.

There was a huge gap in status and it was difficult to adapt, so he wanted to vent.

"Where did you hear about that egg?" the man asked curiously.

The comedy troupe has left, and the lives of the big shots in the castle are still the main content of their speculation and chat.

"I heard when I went to the castle office yesterday to go through the formalities that the castle's mare laid an egg."

Seeing that someone finally brought the topic back, the bearded man was very satisfied. He looked hard and lowered his voice: "Maybe some monster will hatch."

"Your Excellency is a favored one by God." Someone next to him interrupted.

The bearded man was very dissatisfied with the interruption and glared at the other person: "I have never heard that a horse can lay eggs. It must be a monster. We might be in danger."

In fact, he really wanted to say that the horse was a monster and that everyone should go to the castle to snatch the horse out and then burn it to death.

But considering the lord's prestige in the Porcupine Territory, he swallowed the words that came to his throat.

Big Beard will never admit that he is unhappy because he changed from a manager to a bricklayer, so he deliberately leads people to think the worst. He is just seeking truth from facts!

As a civilian of the Porcupine Territory, it is normal to worry about the safety of the Porcupine Territory, right?

"That's just because you have poor knowledge," came the leisurely voice.

The bearded man turned around and saw that the people speaking were two white-haired weirdos wrapped in black robes.

Except for old women, he had never seen a young-looking person with white hair, who looked like a cursed monster.

Their eyes were full of terror. Being stared at by those eyes, the bearded backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"If a giant dragon crosses a horse, an egg will be laid, but there is a high probability that the horse will be frightened to death first." The white-haired young man looked at the frightened look of the bearded man, grinned, picked up the wine glass, and took a big sip.

Fill it in.

It was as if that scary look just now was just an accident.

The bearded man didn't dare to argue with the other party. He had already finished his glass of wine, and the two white hairs made him feel very uncomfortable. He got up and left in a hurry.

Just after the bearded man left, several drunken farmers also left with him.

There was no one around the two white-haired men wrapped in black robes. People subconsciously avoided them. The two seemed to be used to it and didn't care.

"Hiccup, let's go Ero" The thin white-haired man stood up, and someone noticed that there was a long sword under their black robes.

"The wine here really stinks." The strong, white-haired man named Ero stood up and said, "Iron Stone City is better. It is indeed a holy land. It is really a paradise for eating, drinking and having fun."

"It would be nice to drink some," said the thin, white-haired man.

Errault was not so satisfied: "When I finish my work, I will never come to this kind of countryside again. It's a remote and remote place, and there isn't even a brothel!"

The thin white-haired man smiled: "Hey, Ero, what you just said seems to have angered everyone."

The tavern became quiet, and the farmers and craftsmen glared at the sturdy white-haired man Errol.

"Tsk" Eero said with disdain.

He travels all over the country and encounters countless terrible enemies. Will he be afraid of a group of farmers who can only hold hoes?

Under the black robe, Eero held the hilt of his sword.

He has also seen unruly people, and as long as he draws his sword, they will become honest.

The door of the tavern was pushed open at this moment.

A group of soldiers wearing full body armor walked in.

Erro let go of the hand holding the sword under his black robe, and it was very unwise to draw the sword.

The two left the tavern.

"The golden carriage and golden soldiers they talked about should be Leopold."

"Would Leopold come to such a remote place?"

"This place is a bit weird." The thin man's face became more solemn.

"Yes." The sturdy Eero nodded in agreement.

Not far away, they met another group of soldiers, who were also walking towards the tavern.

"Have you noticed? The soldiers here are actually wearing full armor,"

What is the concept of a full set of Zha armor? Only the elite soldiers of the great nobles will wear a full set of Zha armor. Every heavy armored infantryman is equipped with a moving golden sun!

Along the way, they met dozens of soldiers, each of whom was wearing armor.

In other words, the lords here spent hundreds of gold days to arm their soldiers.

Is this really a backwater barony?

It’s okay if the roads are flat and wide, and the roads in Tieshi City are equally wide.

But what's going on with those red stone houses? They are neatly arranged one after another.

Or is their message wrong?

That is a red stone house. Even in Iron Stone City, residents' houses are built with gravels of different sizes. Isn't it too luxurious to use such flat stones to build a house?

"It's just a lack of preparedness." The thin, white-haired man twitched his lips.

They were walking around the village of Porcupine Territory. After the soldiers saw him, no one came forward to ask. It seemed that the management of the lord here was not very good.

Next to a field that had just been plowed after the autumn harvest, a man was being held down and beaten by a group of people.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I was wrong!" The man screamed repeatedly after being beaten, and curled up into a ball with his head in his hands, but the person who did it was drunk and had no intention of stopping.

Eero said: "That's the man."

The one who was beaten was the bearded man who said in the tavern that the castle horse had laid an egg. The drunkard who beat him was also drinking in the tavern just now.

"He's getting drunk," the thin white-haired man guessed.

"Stop! Stop!" Suddenly a group of people rushed over from a distance.

They wore ordinary leather armor, held sticks in their hands, and shouted while running.

The drunkards who were furiously beating people reluctantly stopped, and one of them kicked the bearded man in the stomach.

"Stop! Fighting? Take them all away!"

"Sir, you are finally here." The bearded man, with a bruised nose and swollen face, hugged the visitor's thigh and cried.

The visitor frowned: "What's going on?"

"He insulted the lord," said a drunken man, "We couldn't help it, so we beat him up. You want to punish us, but we won't admit it!"

Several other drunkards nodded: "That's right, I don't admit it! We will go find Lord Grant!"

"If Lord Kuaishou knows about this, he will kiss this guy's ass hard with his boot! Do your security team dare to control Lord Kuaishou?"

"Are you insulting the lord?" The person kicked the bearded hand away.

The bearded man shook his head repeatedly: "No, I didn't! Really not!"

A man with an unkempt beard cried at the top of his lungs, looking like a little girl.

"Take them all back! Go back and investigate slowly."

Two men in black robes and white hair watched this scene quietly.

The thin white-haired man said: "They should be the territory's sheriffs."

The sturdy white-haired man Eero nodded: "Yes."

"Move quickly."

"……Um."

Erro looked at his companion to make sure that he and he wanted to go together.

"The Porcupine Territory is very united and blindly worships the lord." The thin, white-haired man said: "If there is a slight disturbance, someone will come over immediately, but no one came to question our identity from the beginning to the end. What does this mean?"

They thought that the porcupine collar was too messy, and it would not be a problem even if they had two more dazzling white hairs. From the beginning, they never thought of hiding themselves.

But the series of reactions just now showed that the porcupine collar was completely different from what they imagined.

With a solemn expression, Erro said the answer that the two of them had in mind at this moment: "We were already being targeted as soon as we entered the Porcupine Territory!"
Chapter completed!