Obviously, if the tavern owner breaks the contract and refuses to help, the family will also be in bad luck.

The tavern owner's face was uncertain: "Just to deliver wine?"

"Yes, just a drink. Chitose pulled out a blank piece of paper, "I haven't been to Shiraishi Mansion, you draw the terrain inside." ”

The tavern owner had no choice but to comply.

He obviously didn't have much painting skills, and he couldn't even hold a pen. Fortunately, Chitose also knew what level he was, so he found a coal block from the brazier and gave him a paintbrush. Rao is like this, and the tavern owner can also be called a soul painter, and the topographic map produced is so abstract that it can only be understood.

Yan Saburo looked at it and clicked in the northwest corner of the map: "Where is this?"

"The food cellar is so large that it contains enough food for a hundred people for fifteen days. The tavern owner replied very slipperyly, "It's also a place where the wine is stored, and we send it there." ”

The boy pointed to the edge of the food cellar again, "Where is this?"

"That's the main building where the lord rests. "Just looking at the size of a food cellar.

Asura is re-indulgent, and everything within the scope of his ability requires comfort and thoughtfulness.

"Nobody would put the food cellar next to their bedroom. Yan Saburo pointed his index finger between the food cellar and the bedroom, "The place we are going to is here." ”

"There?" the tavern owner did not understand, "there is nothing there, just a wall." ”

"I didn't know until I went. Chitose didn't say anything, but only told him, "Can you arrange for the delivery of wine now?"

"Uh......" the tavern owner thought for a moment, "yes, it just so happens that the drinks haven't been delivered yet." But I beg you not to bother me!"

"Be honest and obedient, and don't tell the truth. Chitose patted him on the head, "When we return safely, I'll burn the contract." ”

To tear it up is to break the contract, and to burn it is to complete it.

The tavern owner stood up: "I'll go prepare the drinks." ”

After he left the room, Yan Saburo asked Chitose: "He's not Asura, is he?"

"Of course not. The woman in red looked disdainful, "This is just a puppet, the creature with the largest number of Shura Dao, relying on the reproduction of both sexes, it is almost the same as a human in the mortal world. ”

Obviously, as a member of the asuras, Chitose felt much more noble than the other groups.

"How do you have him?"

"Many years ago, I was a guest in Baigu Mountain, this guy was still young, he was caught for committing a crime, and Wu Muhan was going to eat him alive, but I said to move the lord and let him live. Chitose stood up and stretched, "He was grateful to Dade at the time, and he had to make a contract of gratitude to me, and I agreed." Someday it will be used. ”

Yan Saburo looked at her, he really didn't think that the tavern owner was such a grateful person, not to mention who would gamble on his own family? According to him, this unlucky ghost was also persecuted by Chitose back then?

"Rest assured, the punishment on the contract is severe, and the family of the defaulter will be reduced to the sixteenth level of hell and suffer for a thousand years. He would rather be beheaded and eaten alive than be subjected to the temptation of day after day. Chitose pressed him to the bed, "You should hurry up and rest, it will take some time for him to prepare the drink." ”

......

"Good time" is half an hour.

The sound of the door woke Yan Saburo up, and he realized that he had fallen asleep just now, and he was sleeping soundly.

He opened his eyes and found that Chitose was also sleepy-eyed, and reached out to gather Qingsi before opening the door.

Although the lord is not in the White Stone Mansion, there is a whole set of men and horses in it, about one hundred and sixty people. In fact, they are also responsible for the security of the entire Baigu Mountain, and they have to rush to where something happens.

So many people want to eat and drink well, and wine is indispensable. The owner of the tavern provided 30 barrels of wine to the White Stone Mansion at a time, which required three people to carry it.

He counted one himself, the guy in the store counted one, and Yan Saburo was the third. As for Chitose, she naturally attached it back to the wooden bell, not the number of people.

Yan Saburo helped load the cart, then sat on the barrel and followed the wine delivery cart to the lord's Baishi Mansion.

The tavern owner's guy is also old, his temples are a little gray, he only bows his head to work when he moves wine, and he is indifferent to the extra Yan Saburo in the air. The master paid him only a small salary, and the boy saw hollowness in the man's somewhat cloudy eyes, as if he did not care about everything around him.

"Compassion again?" Chitose stayed by Yan Saburo's side for too long, despising his boring sympathy, "In Shura Dao, some people are bored when they are alive, and they only have one more breath than the dead, so it's not strange." ”

Yan Saburo was silent, he couldn't care about other people's lives: "Do they have to pay taxes?"

Shura Road is really a strange place, full of beautiful scenery, full of food, even the water of Crocodile Kiss Waterfall is sweeter than the sweet spring in the world. But the people here can live more and more numb.

"Yes. Chitose of course, "The tax rate is set by the lord himself, which is much higher than the human world, and I also set four taxes and one back then." "Four taxes and one, that is, for every four copper plates earned, you have to pay a copper plate tax," as far as I know, some lords still rent and lend, want to evade taxes and want to repay their debts? ”

After she finished speaking, she was a little strange, why did Yan Xiaosan ask about taxes? Aren't ordinary people busy looking at new things every time they go to a new place? Finance, taxation, these are such boring and boring questions.

Sure enough, it's an elementary school!

Yan Saburo grasped the point, she was really a lord back then. "The plague demon we killed didn't come from the Shura Dao, right?"

"It's not. "Chitose answered fluently, not as secretive as he did back then," perhaps the hungry ghost said. Hmm, why do you ask this?"

"Just ask. ”

After more than a quarter of an hour of walking, the White Stone Mansion arrived.

The gate alone is more than three zhang high, pure white, and the surface is doped with a little quartz, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Clean and generous, this door left a deep impression on Yan Saburo. After all, there are black and red gates in the world, but there will never be white. It's also too frustrating for humans.

The mansion is made of local materials, and the white stone unique to Baigushan is selected, and even the walls are white. The buildings of all kinds are tall and exquisite, with green plants and red flowers everywhere, which has a different style.

Chitose secretly said to Yan Saburo: "Ordinary lords like to have a banquet for fun, and sometimes they also feast on the lords who are good friends around them. But Umuhan is an exception, he's too stingy. ”

Yan Saburo asked, "What about the white night?"

"White Nights seem to have a lot of banquets. She yawned, "He's extra belligerent, and the lords around him come a lot." ”

Outside, the guard recognized the tavern owner, said hello twice, and put the wine delivery cart inside.

From the gate up, you have to walk another tea kung fu. During this time, they met two groups of patrolmen, both of whom were able-bodied, and one of them asked the tavern owner:

"The one who delivered the wine, why is there one more person today?"