Night fell once again.
Before dusk, the Ingenious found an inn.
Pasta's group and Xue Lun's luck were very good. They found a place to stay in time and didn't have to camp outside.
The inn was built not far from the main road, in the middle of nowhere. It was just a place for travelers to rest.
There was no wine, no waitresses, and no guests who were fooling around. In the hall, there were only travelers and merchants who were eating quietly.
Some brought food to fill their stomachs, while others ordered dinner from the inn. As for which choice was better, it was a matter of opinion.
The dim yellow light illuminated the inn and fell on everyone's face.
Whether it was travelers, merchants, or down-and-out adventurers, they all had tired expressions on their faces.
Even in this dull hall, there were still some lively sounds.
Xue Lun found a place in the middle, pulled a stool, and sat down. He gently stroked his harp, bringing some tranquility to the inn.
Xue Lun believed himself to be a smart person. He knew what to do at the right time.
For the guests of this inn, what they needed now wasn't noisy music, but a sound that could soothe their fatigue.
It wasn't a stunning performance, but it was enough to make people's eyebrows relax. It made people take a few more glances, but they lost interest. As a bard, Xue Lun's appearance wasn't ugly, but he wasn't the type that people appreciated.
At a round table in the corner sat two children and an adult.
Pasta sat in the seat facing the outside, and Lulunaka's Julius sat in the seat beside him.
As the only adult, he used his body to block the two children. If something happened — the occasional fight in the inn or tavern, or something worse — he would be able to protect them in time.
This was the opinion of Xue Lun and the others. As for what the three of them really thought, no one knew.
Lulunaka's smile was very conspicuous in this dim yellow space. Those who noticed it couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at this girl with a bright smile.
The two men beside her, one old and one young, did not look so good.
Julius was wolfing down his food. Pasta had a wooden cup beside him, and it was filled with murky beer.
To Pasta, the smell of this beer was very pungent, and it was so bitter that it was difficult to swallow.
However, for Pasta, as long as it wasn't urine, he could drink it.
He hadn't had a beer for a long time.
It was not because there was no alcohol to drink in the north, but because in the eastern part of the Forest of the Dead, there was not even a decent drink, let alone beer.
Pasta wasn't an alcoholic, but he wouldn't give up when he could drink.
Moreover, drinking some wine could always release some of the daily stress.
Who was the most stressed person in the circus?
A clown who wore a mask and used his ugliness to amuse others.
Now Pasta felt that he was a clown, wearing a mask to please others.
No, he wasn't trying to please others. The only audience he needed to satisfy was Lulunaka.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood, Mr. Edgar." Lulunaka laughed.
At the table where the three of them were sitting, as long as they didn't make a lot of noise, no one could hear their conversation.
"If you have any worries, let me share them with you.
I still care about my employees. "
"No, I don't have any troubles."
Pasta said, "The only trouble is that when someone calls me Pasta or uncle, I sometimes can't react."
Lulunaka laughed, "Isn't this a very interesting experience?
Although you have changed your name, I have already thoughtfully prepared a name for you that is not so difficult to remember. Pasta and Padding, I think the former is more suitable for you. "
"Is there kindness in your words?"
"Of course it's full of kindness, uncle."
"This kindness tastes like poison." Pasta drank the beer in one gulp.
Julius didn't join the conversation. He was still dealing with his dinner.
Mixed vegetable soup and two big potatoes. There were several times when he almost couldn't swallow them all and choked on them.
Lulunaka occasionally reached out and patted his neck so that he could swallow the food.
Of course, Lulunaka didn't do it out of kindness, and Julius wouldn't thank her.
Ward couldn't enter the hotel. She didn't know where he was now. Lulunaka was never worried about what her dog would do. He would come back sooner or later.
When Pasta and Lulunaka were talking, Xue Lun, who was playing, looked over. Lulunaka happened to meet his eyes.
Lulunaka grinned at him, and Xue Lun responded with a polite smile.
When Xue Lun turned his head and continued to concentrate on his performance, Lulunaka said to Pasta, "Do you think he can hear our conversation just now?"
"I like the calm sound of the piano," Pasta just replied.
"Why did you avoid my question?"
Lulunaka continued to ask, "Is this something that can't be said? Or are you worried that he can really hear our conversation and then suspect us?"
"If I was worried that he could hear us, I wouldn't be here talking to you like this," Pasta said, "Or, I wouldn't let him come close from the beginning.
But you are happy to let him come close to us. "
"Why should we be wary of a bard?
He brought us a lot of fun … Of course, there are some interesting things.
I haven't been out for a long time. It's time to listen to what the world has become. "
"I don't think that if you let an eagle in, the eagle will tell you anything — and an eagle with a master."
Hearing this, Lulunaka laughed. Her laughter was soft, but in the ears of Pasta and Julius, it sounded like malicious ridicule.
"An eagle?
I don't think so. It's just a bird, and a bird without a purpose. "
"I don't know where he is a spy, informant, or secret agent from."
Pasta continued, "The Crescent Empire, the King's Castle, the North, the Republic of Vis, the Vatican … It's possible to be anywhere. It's not surprising that he is a double or triple spy.
A bard has always been a very good disguise. "
Julius' mouth was still stuffed, but his eyes were already twitching. He was right next to them, so he could hear everything clearly.
Although it could be seen from the attitude of Lulunaka and Pasta that the bard, Xue Lun, was a suspicious person, he did not expect a bard to have so many secrets.
"But it's also the most common disguise."
Lulunaka said, "There are two ways to do it. Casting a long line to catch a big fish, or casting a wide net to catch more fish … The bard is the latter.
As for the long line, it's more complicated. That's the game of the royal family … "Lulunaka intertwined her fingers under her chin and squinted at Xue Lun.
"It's too boring to talk about it. It's so boring that my eyelids are fighting. Let's not talk about it."
"Maybe we can talk about why a bard came to us," Pasta said. "That business permit document …"
"No one can tell that it's fake. I can guarantee that, although it is a fake."
Lulunaka said, "You should have more confidence in my forgery skills. Have you forgotten how I deleted your slave contract?"
This was not a good memory for Pasta.
But he really could not refute Lulunaka's words.
Since she could even modify a contract with magic power at will, it was not difficult for her to forge a business permit document.
Pasta had seen her doing it before. At night, she would sneak into the caravans that she had traveled with before. God knew what she did there.
"Anyway, this little bird is definitely not looking at us because I forged the document. That's too much of a fuss. Birds are not meant to be used like this."
Lulunaka continued to look at Xue Lun with a smile on her face. "Guess what this little bird is planning to do. It can be considered as fun along the way."