Open Your Quest Log Chapter 95

The butler named Sebastian left, leaving Barret and the others in the empty hall. Several people sat at the long table, waiting bored.

After a while, no one in the castle took care of them, which made Barrett and his party relax a lot.

Brandon was very interested in the weapons hanging on the walls around the hall. He followed the walls one by one, and occasionally reached out to touch them excitedly. If Hannah hadn't stopped him, the young man seemed to want to take down the flails, chain hammers, giant shields, long axes, and other weapons, and experiment with each one.

And 'Melancholy Eddie' spread his head and most of his body on the table, spitting bubbles from his mouth open and closed, like a catfish stranded on the shore.

After a while, the kind-hearted Burton and the driver also walked in cautiously. There is a reason for their cautious appearance, because the psychic white goose actually followed them, as if it was Supervision.

The white goose was like a guard escorting a prisoner. After escorting the two humans to the location, they sat down by the aisle, sometimes looking at the humans in the hall, and sometimes arranging the snow-white feathers on their wings.

Because he was a little bored, Barrett decided to have a good relationship with this white goose. He walked slowly to the white goose, took out a piece of bread from the space ring, and slowly placed the bread in front of the white goose.

The white goose looked at the bread, then at Barrett, and then called "quack" three times. Barrett didn't understand "goose language", but his next action was very clear - the white goose handed the slice of bread back to Barrett with his mouth, and then "quack" three times.

This is a white goose with a lot of personality, Barrett thought to himself. He took a bite of the slice of bread in front of the white goose, indicating that it was edible, and then brought the slice of bread to the mouth of the white goose again. But the white goose turned his head away, not wanting to eat his leftover scraps.

"Even if you tease that goose, won't you come over and say something nice to me?" Hannah leaned on her chin with one hand, tilted her head, pouted her lips, looking lazy and charming, "Maybe I should let you Just duel with Brandon, so you'll go through the blood and remember the passion you once had for me."

Brandon, who was observing a two-handed greatsword in the distance, turned his head and asked expectantly, "Ms. Hannah, are you calling me?"

"See if you can, but don't take them off, it's rude." Hannah straightened up and said to Brandon.

"As ordered, Ms. Hannah." Brandon smiled happily, not knowing why.

"You tease him like this, and he will die because of you one day." Barrett returned to the long table and sat in the chair beside Hannah. "He is too young to understand anything." Even women, No, especially women.

"It's okay to die for me." Hannah's expression was full of sadness, and every facet of her face was real, "I will be sad, sad, cry for him, and will spend the rest of my life remembering it well. live with him."

And then lay merry in other men's beds? Barrett was noncommittal. Anyway, he himself would not sacrifice his life for any woman, including the red-haired girl.

Of course, if she wanted to hang me on the gallows, I couldn't help it.

At this moment, the door on the side of the hall was opened, and a middle-aged cook in a blue apron walked out from the door. She had a kind smile on her chubby face and two shallow dimples on her cheeks, and she was stronger than anyone but Barrett.

The cook was holding a huge tray in both hands, with several wine glasses on it, as well as two plates of seasonal vegetables and a plate of sliced ​​honeycomb cheese.

"Are you the ones who came to deal with those monsters?" The cook put the tray on the long table and looked at everyone curiously, "If you come a few days later, Lord Arman will lead the militia by himself. went."

"What monster?" Barrett wondered, "We're here to deal with..."

"Yes, we are here to deal with those monsters." Hannah interrupted Barrett's words and said to the cook with awe.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect a beautiful girl like you to rely on weapons to support herself like a man?" The cook sympathetically stretched out her big, chubby hand like bread, and gently touched Hannah. "It's so pitiful, my child, how can your parents bear it?"

The awe-inspiring look on Hannah's face instantly turned into weakness, "I can't help it, it's all for the sake of life." Like a cat, she rubbed the middle-aged cook's fat hands with her face, "My father was not sensible before me. He passed away when I was young, and I can't even remember what he looked like. Growing up, my mother and I were the only two people who depended on each other. But as the saying goes, 'disaster always likes to patronize acquaintances', when I was fourteen years old That year, my mother suddenly became seriously ill. I borrowed a lot of money to see her doctor, but she still left me..."

Barrett saw tears running down the corners of Hannah's eyes. He listened to Hannah's sad story about her life with her mother, about her mother's worries and reluctance in the hospital bed, and about how her mother left after she left. her desperation.

"Oh, poor child!" The cook took Hannah into her arms

This woman! Barrett shook his head inwardly.

"After my mother died, many debtors came to my door. They saw that I was alone and helpless, and they wanted to force me to go to the 'Land of the Roses' to make money to pay off my debts, but I didn't want to do this..."

The weakness on Hannah's face revealed firmness, and she grasped that expression very well. She recounted that the debt collectors used various names and various despicable means to persecute her, soft or hard threats; she recounted the pain and isolation and helplessness in her heart at that time, which made the listeners worry. , What should such a weak girl do?

"Fortunately, I had learned some skills in using weapons with a down-and-out adventurer in the village, and decided to go out of the village to become an adventurer. Although this profession is dangerous, it can still make money quickly. Don't worry, it won't take long. I can replace all the borrowed money." She forced a happy smile to the cook.

That smile is full of exhaustion, frailty, and yearning for a better future, which will break the hearts of those who don't know it.

And the only person who doesn't know it right now is this cook who has Hannah in her arms...

Wait a minute, Barritt suddenly found that in the hall at this time, except for himself, there were tears in the eyes of almost everyone, and even the white goose made a sad "quack" twice.

Is this magic? It must be magic! Barrett was a little flustered, how could this be? Don't you know the details of this woman? Are you all actors and am I the only audience? Or, am I a rookie who hastily rushed to the stage before I figured out the role I was playing?

He suddenly found that his expression of watching a play seemed a little out of place in the current situation. But if he had tears on his face like everyone else, he really couldn't do it.

"Wait, child, wait for me." The sympathetic cook wiped the tears from her face, gently released Hannah, turned around and returned to the door.

Hannah slyly blinked at Barrett, picked up a wine glass from the tray, put it between her lips and took a sip, "Yeah! Cider, it tastes good, you all come and try it."

"Captain, it's really not easy for you!" The kind-hearted Burton sighed, "I don't want the reward for this mission. I hope you can pay off the money as soon as possible."

"Ms. Hannah, I will definitely protect you well, I, I..." Brandon blushed excitedly and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to express it, "My life is yours!" He repeated this sentence.

You have nothing but life, Barrett pouted in his heart.

"Ah..." The melancholy Eddie also wanted to say something, but at this time the fat cook came out of the door again, holding a small box in her hand.

The cook resolutely pushed the small box into Hannah's hands, "These are all for you, child, hurry up and pay back the money you owe, and find a good man."

Hannah opened the box, which contained many coins. Most of them are silver coins, and there are also some copper coins, and the 'king' shining with yellow-orange-orange lustre seems to have four at a rough glance.

Commoners are different from adventurers. Their money is slowly accumulated one by one. Although there is no danger, it may be more difficult.

"No, you don't have to," Hannah's expression was a little flustered. "The money I borrowed for so many years has almost been repaid, and I will be able to pay it back after this mission!" She said hurriedly, "The money It belongs to you, only belongs to you, I will never want it~www.mtlnovel.com~ She quickly returned the box to the cook, as if it was not a box with gold coins, but a lump that could hurt. The fiery flame of man.

The two women gave each other the coin box. In the end, Hannah used her sincere eyes to convince the cook that the girl in front of her had survived the disaster and no longer needed money.

"Then I'll cook something delicious for you, child, it's really distressing to see you thin!" The cook wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and returned to the kitchen full of joy.

This is a simple-minded cook, and her reckless and kind-hearted behavior moved Barrett a little.

"Aren't you ashamed?" The barbarian adventurer looked down at Hannah, looking down at this woman from body to mind for the first time.

"I'm really ashamed, this is a kind person." Hannah looked at the direction where the cook was leaving, and her eyes seemed a little nostalgic.

"Then don't always talk about lies and deceive such kind people." Barrit said expressionlessly. At this time, his heart was very dark, and there were not many opportunities to criticize this woman in such an upright manner.

"Liar? Barrett, do you think you really know me?" Hannah turned her head to look at Barrett and said with a flat expression, "Except for the fact that I failed to force me to be a lovely person, you think I said everything. Is it fake?"

"What? You, I..." It was Barrett's turn who was flustered. He felt that he was small again and could no longer look down at the woman in front of him. He became overwhelmed again.

There was sadness in the corners of Hannah's eyes, and Barrett couldn't tell whether the sadness came from the real emotion of the woman in front of him, or the side of her face.

"You don't understand anything, Barrett," she said softly. "You don't understand anything."

Chapter end