Roland followed his father out of the barracks and rode for half an hour along the snow-covered avenue to enter the south gate of the Fort of Atonement before the sun set. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Located in the busiest section of Namdaemun's business district, the "Friendly House" is a three-storey building with walls and buildings made of large rocks, giving the impression of a small castle, and even has a suspension bridge and horse path.

Roland looked at this so-called "hotel" from afar, and thought to himself that once there was a change in the city, it would be an impregnable defensive fortress, and his father and Aunt Yevgenia had worked hard in the Far East for many years, and the scale of this hotel showed that they had great ambitions.

"Good evening, Genia." Rudolph took off his hat and greeted the tavern hostess with a smile on his face.

"Honey, you're finally here." Amidst the sound of friendly laughter, a tall figure stepped forward.

Roland had to raise his chin to look at the giantess, and said to himself, Is this Aunt Evgenia? Looks taller than you think, worthy of a Kitlander.

Evgenia was about to be in her early thirties, tall but light-footed, her blonde hair was combed into a big braid, a long green dress wrapped around the plump and bewitching body of a young woman, and a traditional shield-shaped headdress with Far Eastern style, her fair and handsome face was full of smiles, and without saying a word, she hugged Roland and kissed him affectionately on the forehead.

"Baby, it's been a long time since you've been here, and to tell you the truth, Lyudmila is angry."

"I'm sorry, I've been a bit busy lately......"

Roland smiled wryly, and tried his best to break free from Aunt Evgenia's strong arms, lest he be overwhelmed by the towering peaks on her chest.

Evgenia was a cheerful woman, and soon forgot her dissatisfaction with him, and entered the hotel door with Roland in one hand and Rudolph in the other.

However, her good mood didn't last long, and as soon as she entered the door, she heard a fight, and two willow eyebrows couldn't help but stand up.

Roland followed the prestige, and saw two drunken guys scuffling in the center of the bar hall on the first floor of the hotel. One is a Far Eastern dwarf wearing scaly armor and a horned helmet, with a stout figure like a big winter melon, and his thick beard can't hide the smell of wine on his face. His opponent was a half-orc dressed in cowhide and shoulders, with a bare chest and arms with large muscles, and he was also very drunk when he looked at the shaky posture.

The people around were watching the excitement with beer glasses in one hand, and burst into laughter from time to time.

This kind of scene is all too common in taverns throughout the Far East, and it is a reflection of the local tavern culture. In the past, Yevgenia would not be angry when she encountered this kind of thing, but today Kolas and his son were present, and they staged a full martial arts in front of the distinguished guests, and she couldn't hold her face a little, and turned her head timidly to look at Rudolph, seeing that he still had a smile on his face, her heart was a little more steady, and she rolled up her sleeves to resolve the conflict, but she felt that it would be detrimental to her lady's demeanor to be rude in front of the distinguished guests, so she raised her head and shouted at the second floor: "Lyudmila!" ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The girl's impatient coquettishness was like a silver bell, and the little leather boots rattled briskly down the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, a beautiful figure broke into Roland's sight.

The young giantess was dressed in a green dress, throwing off a pair of round and slender suffocating legs and rushing straight down from the second floor, and her long golden braids floated behind her head as she ran, and the ensuing fragrant wind diluted the smell of wine in the room.

"You want to fight, don't you? No problem, please go out and have enough! Lyudmila, the young proprietor of the beautiful and capable inn, came over angrily, grabbed the dwarf and the brute one by one, and threw them out of the door like garbage.

Seeing the lively guests exclaiming in unison, Roland couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

He knew very well that dwarves and orcs were known for their brute strength, and even more difficult when drunk, but in Lyudmila's hands they were like weak chicks, and they had no strength to struggle at all.

In retrospect, he grew up with Lyudmila and fought a lot since he was a child, and he always seemed to be a loser, and there is still a painful and vivid scene in the depths of his memory: a certain precocious little Lori rode on him, waving a pink fist and asking "whether to accept it" or not......

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Roland could only use the difference of race to cover up the tragedy of the past.

Evgenia and her daughter Lyudmila are "Kitlanders" from the mountains of the Far East. People often think of the Kitlanders as a subspecies of giants, but this is a misunderstanding.

With an average height of about six feet five inches to seven feet, Kitlanders are already considered giants in the eyes of humans, but in the fantasy world of Varess, only races with an average height of more than eight feet can be defined as "giants", and Kitlanders are a little behind.

It is this size between giants and humans that gives the Kitlanders the racial talent of the scoundrels, known as the "advantageous size", when the environment is favorable to the big ones, they can be counted as giants, and gain all the advantages that come with being big; On the contrary, when the environment is unfavorable to the large size, they betray the giants and blend into the human camp.

Take the tavern's mother and daughter as an example, Evgenia is nearly seven feet tall, which is about two meters and one zero in the metric system on the earth, which is enough to enter the national team to play as a center forward, and her daughter Lyudmila is nineteen years old, according to the average life expectancy of the Kitlanders of two hundred years, she is still just a pink Lori who has just entered puberty, and her height is already more than one meter ninety-seven.

As if sensing Roland's scrutinizing gaze, Lyudmila turned around and glared at him fiercely, her eyes revealing a deep resentment, as if she blamed him for not showing up for a long time.

Roland gave her a smile back, winking, suggesting that she would take the time to come over and talk.

Lyudmila's fair and beautiful cheeks flushed, and she waved her fist at him, twisting her waist and flying away.

"Genia, how's the party going for the night?" Rudolph and the tavern hostess did not pay any attention to this little farce, and talked cordially to themselves.

"The room and food are ready, do you need me to send an invitation?"

"There are no outsiders, everything is just according to the old rules."

"That's good, by the way, there are some minor problems with the accounts, can you check it with me?" Evgenia looked at the handsome and dashing man opposite, and her face couldn't help but flush.

Rudolph smiled knowingly, "It's an honor." ”

Evgenia smiled slightly, turned around and touched Roland's hair, and said softly: "Baby, I have something to discuss with your father, you wait here for a while, and I will ask Lyudmila to come over with you." ”

Roland is not the stupid and cute boy who was still childish in the past, of course he knew what she meant, nodded and smiled: "I was just trying to taste the ale wine brewed by you yourself, Auntie, I hope Lyudmila will not secretly spit in the cup." ”

Evgenia laughed and rubbed his head a few more times, and then took Rudolph's hand and went up to the third floor.

Roland sat down in a corner, and in a moment Lyudmila came with a mahogany tray in her hand, and honey pancakes, ham and cheese, and a large glass of ale were placed in front of him.

The eldest girl's face was still thin, but her eyes had involuntarily become gentle, and she sat down opposite him, did not speak, and pouted and pretended to be sulking.

Roland picked up the stocky oak cup, and as soon as it was brought to his mouth, Lyudmila leaned over coldly: "Bah, bah, bah!" ”

The corners of Roland's lips lifted slightly, and he raised his glass to drink.

Lyudmila raised her delicate eyebrows and emphasized seriously: "I really have spit in it." ”

"No wonder it tastes so good." Roland smiled slightly.

(Add a more chapter, I wish all book friends a happy Dragon Boat Festival, and thank Sice for a happy birthday to the little friends in the group)