Open Your Quest Log Chapter 96

Outside the wire-covered window, the sunlight changed from bright and dazzling to warm and soft, and then gradually gray-yellow and gloomy. The shadow woke up from the corner and began to siege the city like a broken bamboo in the hall. They sang triumphantly, elongated their bodies, and took over more and more areas.

Everyone sat listlessly at the long table, drowsy.

The long wait made Barrett feel like a beast trapped in a cage. He wanted to let out a loud howl, but as a normal adult, he resisted his childish and ridiculous behavior.

"Waiting and patience are the first steps to becoming a hunter." Barrett suddenly remembered what his father had said to him. At that time, his father was teaching him how to find opportunities in the deadlock of battle, and warned him that he must not attack blindly, "Quietly dormant, patiently waiting for the prey to reveal its flaws, this is something even beasts will understand."

Although his father can talk about all kinds of big truths, he himself, like Barrett, is not very patient, especially in cooking.

After the food entered the soup pot, the man always had to check it several times, and he always eagerly hoped that the food would come out of the pot as soon as possible. As soon as some scent wafted out, the man hurried over to taste it, then shook his head and fidgeted around the floor, like a baboon waiting to mate.

"Alas!" The melancholy Eddie sighed for the eighty-second time. Barrett counted boringly, but he knew that the number was not accurate. It should actually be much more than this.

There are many kinds of waiting, and right now this is undoubtedly the most uncomfortable.

If he could, Barrett really wanted to get out of the castle, go to a tavern in the village, sit down, have a drink, and then, amid the brisk tunes of the bard, in the gags with the tavern-keeper, and in the loud conversation of the tavern-guests, Leisurely waiting.

Conversation is a good way to pass the time, but neither Barrett nor the people in front of him have a single topic in common. Maybe Hannah and him will have some intersections and chats, but since she despised Barrett's "ignorance", she has never said a word to him.

Hannah held the glass of apple cider quietly, lowered her head and shook her body gently on the chair, wondering what she was thinking?

Barritt shifted his gaze from the portraits he had seen countless times around to the giant oil painting on the roof that spanned the entire hall.

The oil painting looks very old, and the colors on it have faded and blurred in a large area, but the general content can still be understood.

The content of the oil painting seems to be depicting a war. One side of the war is a group of knights in armor and straddled horses. Some knights carried their lances flat and seemed to be charging; some were waving their flails, and their horses stood upright; Behind the knights are a group of soldiers armed with spears, bows and arrows, and behind the soldiers are frightened farmers, village women, old people, and children...

On the other side of the war are all kinds of monsters and beasts, including trolls with bows and arrows on the ground; ogres with wooden sticks and fierce faces; gnolls stabbed by lances and hanging in the air; There are wolves, dire beasts, chokers, razor boars, wingless dragons, green-footed dragons and snakes, tentacle vines, and various ferocious animals...

The further back the monster's figure became, the more blurred it became, and it gradually turned into a shadow. Except for the first few, most of the monsters in the back only drew rough shapes and pairs of scarlet eyes.

There are also battles in the air, and a large number of griffins, manticores, harpies and other birds act as the background of the entire oil painting. They hovered and fought in the air, and corpses kept falling.

Looking up at this long and gigantic painting, Barrett seemed to hear the cries of knights, the neighs of horses, and the roars of monsters in his ears.

This painting made him more certain of the guess in his heart. This ancient castle should have some background. It may have existed before Sir Arman's ancestors were enshrined here, and it already existed. long time.

While Barrett was still guessing the origin of the castle, he suddenly heard a rush of hooves from outside the castle.

The sound of horse hooves came from far to near. The sound just came from the suspension bridge, and then came to the gate of the inner fort. The next moment, the door was loudly pushed open, and two knights with griffin helmets in their hands and wearing exquisite bright silver full-body armor walked in from the outside one after the other. Behind the knights were two young men who seemed to be squires.

The knight in the front looked old and thin, but his spirit was very strong, and his silver hair shone brightly against the background of his armor. The other knight looked very young, not much older than Brandon and Eddie.

The metal boots made a crisp sound as they walked on the glossy marble floor of the castle. As the old knight in the front walked from the corridor to the hall, he turned his head and shouted outside, "Dylan, give my 'Katie' more black beans and an apple. It's exhausted today."

"Okay, my lord." There was a loud response from outside.

Barrett and the others all stood up. He subconsciously put his left hand on the hilt of the sword and glanced at the others from the corner of his eye. Hannah's face was a little serious, and her expression was neither humble nor arrogant. The good-hearted Burton smiled respectfully and humbly. The two young people were a little flustered, but the driver's expression was very indifferent, which made Barrett a little impressed.

The silver-haired knight noticed Barrett and the others from the corridor, but he never spoke. As he entered the hall from the corridor, he kept looking at Barrett, and finally, the metal boots stopped in the center of the hall, just below the painting of knights and monsters.

"Release the alert, Knight Paul, you did a good job." The silver-haired knight said something inexplicably.

Barrett thought that this sentence was said by the old knight to the young knight behind him, but the young knight did not make any movement, while the white goose on the side of the passage quacked twice, as if responding.

"Thank you for your protection as always." The silver-haired knight turned his head sideways, as if he was really talking to the white goose, "You can go down and rest."

"Quack." The white goose replied, then turned around and left the castle with a sway.

The absurd scene in front of them surprised Barrett and his party.

After the white goose left, the old knight looked at the crowd unsmilingly, "Looks like we have guests here, I'm Yarman, what are you doing in my castle?"

Hannah stepped forward, looked at Arman, took out a piece of parchment from her waist, and handed it to the knight in front of her, "We are here at the invitation of the Yasen family to help you solve the hot spring problem. of those monsters." She emphasized the word 'invitation'.

monster? Hehe, it turns out that they all knew, but I was kept in the dark, and Barrett felt a little depressed. At first, he also thought about whether the boiling hot springs could be caused by natural factors such as underground magma. And if you ask a mage to solve this kind of thing, it is likely that the gain will outweigh the gain because of the exorbitant remuneration.

Now it seems that the reason for the boiling has long been found, no wonder Hannah wants to pull him over.

Then why didn't she tell me directly? Barrett doesn't know why.

"A woman?" Ser Arman frowned, looking down at Hannah in front of him, then glanced at the parchment again, focused on the lower right corner of the parchment, and then threw the parchment back to Han Na, looked up at Barrett and the others and said, "You have so many men that you let one woman come to talk to me?"

Hannah was about to speak when Sir Arman interrupted, "Oh? Isn't this 'Burton the Kindhearted'." There was a smile on the old knight's serious expression, "Thank you for what you taught the villagers last year. A unique way of harvesting, which makes the villagers harvest corn much faster." He leaned slightly and thanked the kindhearted Burton.

"I don't deserve your praise, Lord Lord, this is what I should do." The elite farmer bent his body humbly, "I learned that way of harvesting when I went to the 'Lily of the Valley' in the eastern part of the kingdom. farmers are better at managing crops than those on our side."

The knight lord Yarman nodded and did not continue the topic, "You said just now that you are here to help me deal with the monsters at the hot springs?" He directly talked to the kindhearted Burton and left Hannah on the spot.

This is an old-fashioned knight with prejudice against women. Barrett looked sideways at Hannah and found her pursed lips and expressionless.

"Yes, this lady Hannah came to assist you at the invitation of Baron Baker~www.mtlnovel.com~." The good-hearted Burton explained, "She is the one who speaks to our team."

"Hmph, that **** is actually in charge of this?" Yarman was a little dissatisfied, "This person is the most unsatisfactory in the Benson family, I..."

The young knight behind Arman coughed abruptly, interrupting his words.

The knight lord frowned and glanced at the young knight, wanting to say something, but held back halfway. It seems that he also feels that it is somewhat inappropriate to criticize members of the family he is loyal to in this way.

"Are you adventurers?" Yarman was still talking to the kindhearted Burton, "I didn't know you became an adventurer too."

The kind-hearted Burton glanced at Hannah, then smiled awkwardly, but didn't say anything more.

"An adventurer is an adventurer. It's better than no one at all. At least this guy seems to be able to do something." Arman looked at Barrett again.

Barely? Have some skill? Barrett is not convinced, I can let you go with the young "iron bucket". If you can't get rid of you in a cup of tea, even if I lose, what I said is true.

Sir Arman ignored the somewhat rebellious look in Barrett's eyes, "Since you are here, stay for dinner, and I will ask Sebas to find you a few more rooms. Since you are here, we will go tomorrow. Destroy those monsters." The knight lord said in a commanding tone.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for everyone's answer, he led the young knight and a few squires into the door where the cook and the butler left.

Does that door lead to the backstage of the theater? Barrett thought wildly. If that's the case, when will we be able to call the curtain?

Chapter end