Chapter 246: The atmosphere has changed

Chapter 246: The atmosphere has changed

The battle with the desert kingdom is over, and calm returned to Westwind Town.

Oh, that's not accurate. Westwind Town has always been calm, so nothing returned.

Early in the morning, someone was telling a story in the only pub in the center of town. The storyteller was the coachman who drove Robb yesterday.

He boasted of what he had seen and heard yesterday in the pub, Godfather was attacked by a thousand axes, but the axe passed by and could not hurt him at all; Godfather was bombarded by the enemy's "Thor's Roar", but it only burned his clothes; Godfather made great efforts against the desert guardian beast.

His blows were amazing!

People like to listen to stories these days. There is a saying like this, "I have wine, do you have a story?"

In the world of sword and magic, when travelers stay in other people's homes, the host often does not charge money, but asks the traveler to tell him a story, which is the best reward, and this is no exception in Westwind Town.

The story told by the coach made the whole of Westwind Town so excited that countless people gave up their work and went to the pub to listen to him. Some people brought him wine, others brought him fragrant tea, just to coax the coach for more details.

Even number 8, dark priests, and Chief Elsie and his officers stopped working and went to the pub to listen to the stories.

It doesn't matter if ordinary people don't work well, but once the police don't work well, the reform-through-labor prisoners in the prison are in a state of neglect. If they take advantage of the opportunity to escape, I am afraid they will really succeed.

However, the reform-through-labor prisoners did not take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Last night, after the dejected assassin leader, Motra, the reform-through-labor prisoners, the new commander and the great shaman were brought back, the whole prison began to feel pessimistic.

All the spiritual pillars of the reform-through-labor prisoners were taken. The East Army of the Desert Kingdom is now completely finished, and no one will come to save them, and even if they escape from this prison, there is no army outside to pick them up. They had to flee all the way to the desert before they could escape completely.Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

Suofa bit her lower lip and said, "I know my place."

Robb found that the woman seemed to be very fond of biting her lower lip and could not speak with an open accent, so her voice was always low and soft, but it was actually quite nice.

"Don't be funny. I don't have so many rules here." Robb waved his hand and said, "you see, Lillian doesn't have your strange problem. If you think that you are not a lowly person, but also reserved and prideful, you should be able to boldly sit down and eat with me, indicating that you and I are equal. "

Suofa bit her lower lip and whispered, "you won't take the opportunity to say that Im not following the rules and give me an extra sentence?"

Robb was happy, "do I need an excuse to increase your sentence? All you have to do is to be rude, and I can forcefully add a hundred years to your sentence, and what can you do with me? "

If you think about it, that seems to be true.

So Suofa decided to show her unyielding determination to be on an equal footing with the enemy. Although the battle had been lost. She could not lose in terms of momentum.

She returned to the kitchen to get her breakfast and sat down at the stone table, where the three formed an equilateral triangle, keeping a very delicate distance.

Robb watched Suofa eat with interest. One of the great advantages of this woman was that she looked very good. Although she ate only a piece of bread and a glass of milk, she seemed to be facing the most delicious food in the world. Every mouthful she took made her very happy and satisfied.

Emotions are contagious, and if the person you eat with is enjoying the food, you will also feel that it tastes good.

Great!

Robb was about to give her a compliment when he saw a large crowd at the chapel door, headed by Baron Nuolun and his knight nephew, followed by a group of people who looked like servants, who stopped outside the courtyard.

Only Baron Nolan and his nephew entered the yard and approached Robb's stone table. The iconic gentleman greeted, "good morning, Godfather!"