Chapter 150 Pixie

John lifted up the body of the red hat. This ugly little monster with a hunched back and a blood-stained hat, like a dwarf, kept the twisted expression of death on his face. The warlock turned his head and saw Vivian who had finished cleaning the farmhouse. Her blood-colored eyes were bright red and she was staring straight at him.

John raised the body of the red hat that was hung up by the blood-colored chains and said to Vivian: "Do you want to eat this?"

Vivian looked at the red hat with disgust, and then transferred this look to the warlock. She closed her eyes and suppressed the excitement caused by the battle. After a few seconds, the vampire's eyes returned to calm and cold.

"Don't underestimate yourself, John, your blood is not so bad that I have to eat this bloody monster to survive."

This was Vivian's reply to John's nasty joke.

The two walked towards the pasture on the other side. There were several gaps in the damaged fence, and the blood stains remaining in the gaps were mixed with the footprints left by Red Hat's iron shoes.

All the living animals that originally belonged to the pasture have died. There are pools of fresh blood next to the livestock carcasses, and the pasture seems to be polluted, with muddy sewage flowing out. Red Cap's charred corpse still contained the infernal fire.

They came to the edge of the woods near the ranch. Raven and Barnes stood on the edge of the bushes, with the body of the ranch owner lying between them.

A young couple dressed simply. The vicious weapon of the red hat pierced the man's back, and he fell towards the bushes. At the last moment, he failed to gain a chance for his woman to survive.

Raven closed the dead man's eyes and said to the adventurer's companions: "At least we avenged them."

Barnes observes the appearance of the deceased and confirms that the aliens are also humans.

"A farmhouse harassed by monsters in a remote area, and the bodies of poor people. I'm sure the cultural level here is not much different from ours. Even the tragedy is the same."

"It should be a short walk along the path to a village or town. It should be more convenient for us to collect information about the mind flayers there, as long as we have money." Barnes rubbed his fingers.

"Go to the farmhouse," John suggested. "They don't need those extraneous things anymore."

The Daystar team conducted a simple search in the house of the farmer and his wife and found some scattered coins and fresh food. Barnes found some wine in their cellar, but the bad sour smell and unfiltered impurities made it difficult for the captain to swallow. Raven buried the two unfortunates, while Redcap's bodies were burned clean by Arlington.

"They screamed so loudly when they were alive." Arlington said with some nostalgia, smelling the smell wafting from the ashes.

The adventurer team set out again, and they all put on some disguises in appearance. Barnes borrowed some simple clothes from the farmer's house, John took off the hood that was used to cover his face, Vivian used a black cloth cloak to block the light, Raven put on a straw hat to hide the scar, and Arlington hung on the Behind the team, they relied on contracts to maintain contact.

After an hour of walking, John and others saw a human village. Brick houses were located near the stream, and fences framed the different houses in their own small squares.

The villagers just looked at the stranger travelers curiously and continued with their work.

The notice board in the center of the village posted some notices about dangerous monsters, as well as decrees issued by the lords. Fortunately, John had mastered the words of this world through spiritual communication with Merlin in his dream, so he could understand the contents above.

"Increase taxes, for the Queen of..."

"The Royal City will hold a grand ceremony in the near future, and changes will appear from the Royal City. Cameron residents do not need to panic or be concerned about abnormalities..."

"..."

Through reading, John developed some basic ideas about the world.

The land called Cameron has a queen, Morgan, and she is far from John's idea of ​​a virtuous person.

"What do you think there will be at the festival?" Barnes thought about it after hearing John's explanation. In fact, he wanted to see the beauty of Queen Morgan, especially when John read the decree and told a series of After the complimentary modifying words. The magician's tongue is usually not so flexible. He can only be frighteningly fast when he chants spells, and the noises he makes are also scary.

"There will never be four guests arriving from another world. I hope it's not prepared for us. I don't like people who are too enthusiastic." Vivian stared at the decree. When she heard the word queen, she There was a strong sense of déjà vu, a charming and conceited woman, just like a nightmare.

John's attention focused on the word "abnormal". For this world, there may be only two kinds of abnormalities that have appeared recently, them and the mind flayers. Considering the chronology, it's probably those long tentacles that caused the commotion.

Raven put forward his own opinion.

"In a world where there is no magic but psychic abilities are not affected, the mind flayers do not have a grand place to occupy this world. I'm afraid we need to re-evaluate the high-end combat capabilities of this world."

"Perhaps the mind flayers have controlled the leaders here behind the scenes," said Barnes.

Vivian retorted, "Do you think they will rack their brains and spend half a piece of paper to compliment a puppet without repeating the same thing? People here have paid attention to the queen to a sick level. If I were a mind flayer, I probably wouldn't Would love their brains.”

"What if it's blood?" Barnes used his talent.

Vivian turned her head and looked at her captain and ruler.

"I thought you told everyone about the topic of unity, but it turned out that you only informed me? It's so... considerate."

John turned around and said to Raven.

"We should head to the inn so that even if we can't gather any information, we can have a good rest."

Raven nodded, ignoring yet another attempt by Barnes to annoy Vivian.

The Hog's Head Inn.

The broad-shouldered proprietress looked at the group of four people who entered the store. The young man who led him spoke with a stumbling aristocratic accent, which made the proprietress frightened and at the same time somewhat sympathetic to his stuttering, until she heard his companions talking to each other. Only then did I realize that the young man in front of me might be a beginner in Cameron’s local language.

"Welcome to our village, Master."

The proprietress came to the table where John and the four were sitting with bread and mushroom soup, and warmly welcomed the guests. She also kindly sponsored the adventurer with a piece of air-dried sausage. Including accommodation fees, John and the others have spent all the coins they harvested at the farmhouse.

The adventurers tore the bread into pieces, threw it into the soup, and were about to start enjoying it.

A faint stream of light plunged into John's bowl, and within a few seconds, the Pickle's head dipped in soup poked out of the bowl.

Bella looked at John's face and burst into tears.

"Galahad, I finally found you!"