Many days later.

Snow.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes continue to fall, falling in every corner of the field of vision, the sky and the earth are plain white, and the whole world is quiet.

Occasionally, a strong wind appeared, rolling up large clouds of snow and hitting pedestrians on the road, causing a shouting and scolding, followed by the sound of teeth fighting.

More than ten miles south of the royal capital of the Emerald Kingdom, there is a small town called Oak Town. There is an inn in the town, called the Oak Inn, which is dedicated to resting and lodging for people who are going to or leaving the royal capital, and business is very prosperous in this weather.

As night fell, the snow fell heavier, the wind tightened, and the whole world felt like a cold war. And in the oak inn across the wall, the flames in the fireplace were blazing, and the heat was rolling in, warming everyone in the inn.

On the first floor of the inn was a tavern, with dozens of tables lined up, and more than half of the people were already seated at this time. There are blacksmiths in the town, residents who come in to warm up, merchants passing by, and mercenary squads that are not easy to mess with at first glance.

A team of five mercenaries was sitting at a table near the fireplace, three men and one woman:

With his back to the fireplace was Mura, the leader of the mercenary squad, dressed in chain mail with vicissitudes on his face. He was just fifty years old, but because of overwork and malnutrition, his hair was half white, and he looked more like an old man in his sixties. The strength is in the mercenary team, and the one who is not seen is the strongest, but he is experienced and calm, and he is the core of the whole team. At this time, slowly tear the bread, soak it in the broth to soften, and then bring it to the mouth, chewing and eating it with a blank face as if taking medicine.

To the left of Mura is a stout bear-like man named Zack. Muscles bulged out from under the iron armor like an explosion, and his face was flushed with the fireplace. At this time, he was carrying a fat chicken and munching on it, and after chewing and swallowing it, he picked up the ale on the table and drank it all.

The person on Mula's right, who looks much inferior to Zack, is more than half a head shorter and has a somewhat thin body, called Cole. At this time, he was clutching a greasy chicken leg and nibbling on it, and as he gnawed, his eyes looked around sneakily, scanning the people around him...... of the money bag. Previously, he was a thief, but because of his unstable income, he finally chose to join the mercenary team. But if he has the chance, he doesn't mind doing what he used to do and make some extra money.

At the end of the table, facing Mulla sat a woman, a very young and beautiful woman, but at the same time a woman who did not look to be messed with, her name was Denise. He was tall and tall, wearing bumpy armor, his golden hair was like gold, his lips were like flames, and his eyes showed a touch of charm from time to time.

One tense and powerful thigh is cocked and rests on the other leg, and the body is a little tilted in the seat, looking a little lazy. He didn't eat either, just held a glass of ale in his hand and looked at the people around him meaningfully.

Unlike Cole, Denise didn't look at other people's purses, but looked at everyone's faces and figures. Occasionally nodding, snorting to show appreciation, occasionally shaking his head, unabashedly showing a look of disgust. The people around her were a little angry at her, but seeing that the mercenary was not easy to mess with, she didn't come up to theorize in the end, but just lowered her head and pretended not to see anything, which made Denise chuckle again.

"Hehe, a coward. ”

As the captain, Mura frowned and couldn't help but remind: "Denise, don't go too far, don't get into trouble." ”

"Settle down, Uncle Mura. The corners of Denise's mouth curled up at Mura, and she said, "I know how to be measured, I know who to provoke and who not to provoke, and I will definitely not cause trouble to the mercenary team, so you can rest assured." ”

Muck let out a breath of relief, but did not respond, shook his head and lowered his head to continue eating, as if he didn't want to say anything more.

Denise turned to look at Cole and asked with a smile, "Cole, do you think I'm right?"

"Uh, yes, of course. Cole spoke up, with a bit of perfunctory tone in his tone, and his eyes fell more on the money bags of the people around him, and after a while, he retracted his gaze in disappointment and scolded in a low voice, "A group of poor ghosts." ”

Denise looked at Zach like a bear again and asked, "Zach, do you think I'm right?"

"I ...... Boom!" Zach swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Denise and said, "Yes...... Of course yes, you're right, Denise!"

"Giggles. Denise laughed. This laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell in Zack's ears, especially when he heard the last sentence, he felt that his entire spine was numb, and there was a feeling of electricity passing through, "Fool." ”

Zack's whole body was shocked, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he looked at Denise blankly for a long time without speaking. After a long time, he seemed to have great courage and shouted, "I...... I'm not a fool, I'm ...... I just like you. ”

"Giggles. Denise laughed again and tapped Zack with her hand, looking happy but not taking it to heart at all, "Fool, don't be stupid. What's the use of you liking me, do you still expect me to marry you?"

"I ......"

"Do you have money, do you have status, do you have a large inheritance to inherit?" Denise asked with a smile, but the seriousness in her eyes made Zach feel like she was being pricked by a needle, and she couldn't say anything.

"Zach, let's be realistic, I'm not going to marry you. Denise spoke up, "You can't let me marry you, do your laundry, cooking, and have children all the time, and then live this life as miserable as a peasant woman?"

"I ......"

"I'm going to marry a nobleman. Denise said, as if to Zack, and as if to say it to herself, very firm, "I must marry a nobleman, even if it is a small nobleman, but I must not marry a commoner, anyway, I have enough of the life of a commoner, I can't eat enough, I can't sleep well, it's really bad......"

Before Denise could finish speaking, the door of the inn was suddenly pushed open, and the wind outside the door poured in with snow, making everyone in the lobby of the inn a spirit, frowning at the people who came in. Denise also stopped talking and looked over, and then saw a young man come in, dressed as a nobleman, followed by ...... A little maid?

Well, it should be the little maid.

Denise looked at it for a moment and made sure.

Because the aristocratic boy actually let the little girl behind him carry the suitcase instead of himself, although the suitcase did not look very heavy.

But the combination of a noble and a small maid is too weird in this oak town, isn't it? Are all the noble boys so bold now, not going out with their guards? Not afraid of falling into the eyes of people with a heart, and some unpleasant things happen?

Denise couldn't help but frown.

......