Richard arrived in Shambhala in the morning, which was not comparable to the busiest of the evenings, but it was fair to say that the streets should be bustling with people.

But when Richard came to Shambhala Town, he only saw that the streets were extremely cold, there was not even a human figure, and it was empty like a ghost town.

What's going on?

Suspicious, Richard walked to a tavern on the street, ready to inquire about the news.

As a result, when I walked to the front of the tavern door, I found that the doors and windows of the tavern were closed tightly, and I pushed the door hard, but I couldn't open it at all. A brief look with the Gaze Eye reveals that it is covered by a thick, long stick.

Strange!

It's just that the tavern doesn't take the initiative to solicit customers, so how can it forcibly prevent potential guests from entering?

Richard raised his eyebrows, not wanting to waste time exploring slowly, pushed his hand forward, and cast a spell, controlling the door of the entire tavern with a shock. Forcibly bounced the stick that was staring inside, opened the door with a "pop" and walked in.

This time, it really shocked the people in the tavern.

As soon as Richard entered, he saw a whole tavern full of people standing up in unison, looking at him at the door with a little vigilance and a little panic.

A few people were so excited that they grabbed the wooden stool they were sitting on with their backhands and prepared to throw it at him.

A few others grabbed the wine bottle on the table, raised it above their heads and began to charge up, ready to attack as throwing props. As a result, the amount of beer left in the bottle was miscalculated, and the foaming barley beer poured over his head with a "whoosh", ran down his neck, and quickly drenched his entire body.

This!

The scene stood still for about five-thirds of a second, just enough to drain all the remaining beers in the beer.

Five-thirds of a second later, the bartender who was standing behind the counter and looking at it with his neck pulled his neck reacted, waved his hand, motioned for everyone to sit down, and said in a reassuring voice: "Don't be nervous, everyone, it's not a monster or a demon who comes in, it's a human ...... Well, living people. ”

"Whew-"

The people in the tavern listened to the bartender's words, breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at each other, and sat back in their seats.

After sitting back in his seat, he was slightly embarrassed by the fuss in the first two seconds, and in the third second, he completely reverted to the way he was before Richard came in - drinking when he should drink, chatting when he should chat, and the faint sound of chatting drifted to Richard's ears.

"I'm scared to death, I thought those monsters were rushing to town. ”

"Me too, I almost fainted. But fortunately, it was a misunderstanding. Seriously, if it goes on like this, I won't even dare to leave the house. ”

"Cut, what are you, I'm going to move. ”

"Moving? Hell, where are you going to move? You're not working? What are you going to eat and drink?"

"That's so much to manage, let's keep my life first. Eating and drinking, with a little money saved before, should be able to last for a while. Wait until you're done spending it before you think about the other ......"

Richard glanced at the two people chatting, and swept the corner of a drunken drunkard, thoughtful. After that, he walked to the counter, glanced at the bartender standing behind the counter, and opened his mouth to ask some questions.

Before speaking, one of the fingers of Richard's right hand flicked slightly, and there was a soft "boom", and a silver coin seemed to be picked out of thin air. The silver coin spun in the air a dozen times before falling, and then with a "snap", it was pressed against the surface of the counter by Richard and pushed in front of the bartender, but he did not let go.

The bartender's eyes lit up when he saw Richard's movements, and before Richard could ask a question, he opened his mouth first, and asked with interest, "People from out of town?"

When Richard heard this, he was slightly stunned, his eyes blinked, and he said, "Sort of, how did you guess?"

"It's so simple. The bartender said a little sarcastically, "I know most of the people in this town, even if they can't name them, they can be familiar with each other, but you are an exception, naturally from other places." Of course, there is one of the most important reasons, that is, the people here use copper coins the most. If it is a silver coin, it will be deliberately cut small in order to save money. A person as honest as you, with a full silver coin, can only come from out of town. ”

After a pause, the bartender asked, "Let me guess what you're here for, no surprises, you're here to buy ore, right?"

Richard thought for a moment, and in a sense, he really had this purpose, so he vaguely said, "Almost." ”

"Well, then you're out of luck. The bartender sighed and looked at Richard with some pity, "You didn't come at the right time, you should have come a month earlier." ”

"Why do you say that?" asked Richard.

The bartender shrugged: "Does this need to be explained, you should have seen it on the street outside, the current Shambhala town ......"

At the end, he deliberately lowered his voice: "The current Shambhala town...... Not quite normal!"

"Not normal? I kind of want to know why it's not normal. Richard looked at the bartender and said, "If you can tell me the truth, then the silver coin under my hand is a thank you." ”

"It's a good deal. The bartender sighed, then leaned forward slightly, looked at Richard, and said tentatively, "In other words, a person like you can casually use a silver coin to buy news that anyone will know, and there must be no shortage of money, eighty percent of them are nobles, or rich merchants."

I thought, then, if I would be willing to tell you everything I know, and answer all your doubts, in exchange for your two silver coins instead of one, would you?"

"Even. Hearing this, Richard took a deep look at the bartender.

I can see that the other party is about seventeen or eighteen years old, not tall, just in his early teens and five, with a few freckles on his face, and his appearance is below the qualified line. But the other party's eyes are very bright, constantly turning in the sockets, appearing alert and cynical. Such a person may not have much knowledge, but he has insight into the world and knows how to maximize his own interests.

After staring at the other party for a few seconds, Richard thought for a moment, chuckled and said, "If you can really do what you say and satisfy me, then I can give you three silver coins." ”

"Then it's settled. The bartender raised his eyebrows and said, "Just ask as many questions as you like." Um, or maybe I'll go into more detail about what happened to Shambhala first, and then you'll ask questions?"

"Yes. ”

"In that case, we have to start from more than half a month ago......" the bartender quickly recounted.

The bartender's language is very organized, and the descriptions are vivid and not protracted, making people immersive. It's like an excellent home, and it only took ten minutes to tell Richard in detail about what happened in Shambhala recently.

It was then that Richard understood the current situation in Shambhala.

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