Chapter 48: Chapter 049 - Seeking Confusion
Fondly, Johnsan withdrew his gaze from her and looked at the person behind her. At this look, Johnsan couldn't help but have the feeling of having swallowed a fly alive.
It was an old man Johnsan estimated to be in his fifties, with a black silk blouse, a few locks of ratty whiskers on his jaws, and a pair of small eyes that were open almost as much as they weren't, and occasionally looked around either sinisterly or in a condescending manner.
However, when looking at the young girl in front of him, the old man's eyes turned to greed. johnsan noticed that on his chest, he wore a golden badge like the chest of a black-clad guard.
"Sit here, it's clean." The old man ran to the corner of the hotel, attentively wiped his finger-sleeves a few times on the bright, clean stone bench, and warmly greeted the young girl.
The young girl, however, ignored him and walked straight to the stone table next to her and sat down.
"A bottle of bloody Anya." The young girl called out as she sat down.
The young girl's crisp voice reached Johnsan's ears, and he felt only a slight tickle on his brow and a soothing sensation in all the pores of his body.
"Big brother, I'll sit on your side." Johnsan said, and sat down next to Robin, at an angle where he could just see the front of the young girl.
Robin gave him a look, shook his head and laughed, sipping his own wine.
The old man didn't consider himself an outsider and sat down across from the maiden on his ass, just about to open his mouth to speak. The young girl frowned, stood up to meet the maid who brought the wine over, took the bottle of Bloody Anya uncorked it, tilted her head back and poured it into her mouth.
The bright red wine was put into the young girl's delicate lips, her tender neck tilted out in a graceful arc, and her tiny throat knots moved up and down to make a swallowing sound. In an instant, the bottle of wine was drunk by the young girl.
With skin as white as snow and a splash of bright red wine stains on her reddish lips, everyone in the hotel could only feel the shocking beauty when they looked over.
Stretching out the white wrist with the back of her white hand to wipe off the wine stains on her lips, the young girl's hand turned, a small cloth bag in her palm, thrown on the table to make the sound of gold coins colliding "clinking", she turned around and walked towards the outside.
"What are you looking at?" The old man, seeing the maid looking at him, glared at his small eyes and shouted, and hurriedly chased him out.
"Johnsan," Robin couldn't help but say when he saw Johnsan stretching his neck to peer out, "moved?"
Johnsan withdrew his head and smiled sarcastically, lifting his glass and clinking it with Robin's without saying a word.
If this was in THE Locomotive town or Folo City, even if it was the Imperial City of Auston, Johnsan wouldn't have hesitated to follow it up, even if it was in some very doggone way, to make sure he got to know the young girl.
Unfortunately, this is the Scarlet Narrows, so bizarre that it eats people without spitting.
Gathering their thoughts, Johnsan and Robin, both good drinkers, drank a dozen bottles of bloody Anya in a row before heading out.
Paying the bill was naturally Johnsan's business, Elvis had quite a few good things in his space ring, yet there was also a magic crystal card with a deposit of ten million gold coins a piece.
Back in the warrior habitat, Robin looked for someone to ask if Slambi had returned and led Johnsan toward the stone room in the center.
"Mr. Slamby, I have been instructed by Mentor Grue to ask you something." Johnsan blurted out without letting Robin introduce him, standing in front of the stone cavern with its closed stone door.
"Boom ..." The stone door rose, and a voice came from within, "Come in."
Johnsan nodded his thanks at Robin and walked in alone.
Inside the cave stood a very alternative avant-garde old man, a head of messy hair as done tinfoil perm, showing an exaggerated explosion head shape, can see that years without repairing the beard is even more messy, almost even the lips are invisible.
His upper body was dressed in a leather armor made of the fur of some unknown magical beast, covered in flowery wine stains and stains and tattered, and a pair of pants on his lower body was no better, with two large holes in his knees, exposing his black kneecaps.
Exaggerated look, slightly vicarious and disheveled eyes.
"Don't be obsessed with Brother, Brother is just a legend." Johnsan looked at the old man, and the classic photo that he had once seen take the internet by storm in his previous life came to mind.
"Gru?" Slamby's booze-soaked eyes looked over at Johnsan and said, "What does that dead old man, who I haven't seen in ages, want with me again?"
Johnsan didn't dare to be slow, stepping forward and bowing with a salute, he respectfully said, "I'm Mr. Gelu's student, and I've encountered some difficulties in cultivating my spiritual power, so I'd like to come and ask for advice from Mr. Gelu."
"Bullshit." Slambi reached up and snapped his nose with his withered fingers and said with a roll of his eyes, "I'm not a summoning tutor or a wizard, so what's the point of looking for me if I have a problem with my mental faculties."
With a bitter laugh in his heart and a respectful but unchanged face, Johnsan repeated his odd and bizarre story to Slambi, and concluded, "Mr. Grew couldn't get a clue when he thought about it, so he said that you, sir, were very knowledgeable and might be able to do something about it."
"Kid's pretty good at kissing ass." Slamby rolled his eyes and said, "If it's about old man Grue, I can't help it if I've known him for so many years. But that's your problem, kid, give me a reason why I should help you?"
Johnsan couldn't help but choke, and his mind raced for a suitable reason.
"When he says that, does he know the rarity of it?"
"Does he have a solution?"
"Is he being perfunctory?"
Johnsan's mind was still reeling when Slambi unceremoniously gave his expulsion order.
"Kid, don't disturb my meditation, get out."
Johnsan, lest he should anger him, only saluted and walked out helplessly.
"Boom ..." The stone door hid from behind him.
"Johnsan, how's it going? Did you get the results of the questioning?" Robin, however, didn't move away and kept hovering in front of the cave entrance.
Johnsan shook his head bitterly and asked, "What does Mr. Slamby like best?" The other man wouldn't help, so he had to find a way to throw his weight around.
"He likes to drink, and he especially likes Bloody Anya." Robin understood what he meant as soon as he heard it, and said, "But at his level, he can take whatever he likes in the valley, and go drinking without having to pay for it, so this path is not going to work."
The joy that had just risen in Johnsan's heart dissipated.
"Also, he's yummy and especially likes all kinds of delicious food. But it doesn't help that there are just those few restaurants in the valley, what hasn't he eaten."
"Really?" Johnsan sniffed in delight.
Robin nodded, looking at Johnsan a little strangely, and said, "Can't you make anything good that he hasn't already eaten?"
Asking the time of day when Slamby went to the street for his daily meal, Johnsan, who dared not be too wanton in other people's territory, stifled a laugh and shrugged his shoulders sharply, and, bidding good-bye to Robin, hastened back.
Robin, infected by his emotions, shook his head and laughed a few times before turning back toward his stone cave.
Early the next morning, Johnsan asked Gru for a day off, and Gru, knowing what he was up to, naturally obliged. Running down the street in a flash, he found the first restaurant on the side of the road and Johnsan rushed in.
"Here's ten thousand gold coins, I'm going to borrow a corner of your kitchen now, don't ask for anything, ask and you'll pay a thousand less. If you don't want to, I'll change to the next one." Johnsan found a middle-aged man in the hotel, and pulled out a large bag of gold coins from his spatial ring, holding it in his hand and shaking it with a "tinkling" sound.
"You want to do what ... to do just do it." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, subconsciously opened his mouth to ask, halfway but then reacted to change his mouth in a hurry.
"Good thing I reacted quickly and saved a thousand gold coins." The middle-aged boss received the bag of gold coins with a smile on his brow and pointed out the direction of the kitchen room to Johnsan.
Johnsan walked into the kitchen, where a fat chef was grilling meat on an iron plate and looked at him strangely. At that moment the owner squeezed in from behind and whispered something to him, and the fat chef nodded to himself and busied himself, paying no further attention.
"Make yourself at home, if you need anything just ask." The owner greeted warmly and saw Johnsan waving his hand to himself before he walked out with gusto.
Johnsan glanced at the ingredients under the table, wild boar meat, barbarian beef, and so on, there was even a ten-meter-long ocelot carcass, but there was no snow chicken that he wanted to find.
"Boss, why don't you have any snow chickens here?" Johnsan rushed to the hall and asked, pulling the smiling boss who was counting gold coins.
"There's not much meat in that thing, who's going to eat that." The owner looked up at Johnsan and basked.
It was no wonder that the boss said so, snow chickens were only not much bigger than an adult's fist, plus they were bony, so people in this world rarely used them as food.
Johnsan had no choice but to run down the street, estimating that Slambi was about to come, he was a bit anxious and simply shouted, "Five thousand gold coins for a snow chicken."
"How much? You're not wrong, are you?"
"Snow chickens, are you talking about the kind of snow chickens that aren't even magical beasts?"
"Kid, you're not going to lie, are you?"
A few stallholders and passers-by on the street "swished" over, instantly surrounded Johnsan in the center, asking questions.
"That's right." Johnsan shouted, "It's the snow chicken, preferably the very best red-topped white-furred one, I can only have one, first-come-first-served. Five thousand gold coins for the ordinary ones, ten thousand gold coins for the very best red-topped white-furred ones."
"Boom!" The onlookers dispersed at once.
Johnsan stretched his neck and looked straight up, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
"That older woman is actually a Great War Master." Johnsan looked at an old woman who was even fatter than Anna, and saw her plump body wrapped in blue fighting qi, just like the Wudang longitudinal ladder seen in the movies, "whoosh" a sound of dozens of meters high, her feet on the stone wall on the street side of the strength of one, the sound of the amazing leaped out.
"This brother is much more handsome." Johnsan blinked into the air as a middle-aged magician mouthed the words, casting a wind-type fifth level magic Blizzard Spell, which leveled the ground, and his body sliced through the air like lightning, having disappeared over the corner of the street.
"Uh, this one is the most realistic." Johnsan saw a fellow summoner, only to see him summon a level 6 magical beast, Cloud Leopard, and just rolled over to sit on it, which drove a blistering wind and disappeared into the streets in an instant.
A gust of wind swept up the leaves, and Johnsan looked around for a few moments to see that the street, which had been full of pedestrians just moments before, was empty.
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