Heaven’s Intention

At the same time that Romon went to the Adventurer's Union to go through the formalities. In a room at the Kramp firm, Barnell, the leader of the small caravan, was talking to his son Fezia.

Fezia is a young man with pale blond hair and a protruding eagle nose on his face. His figure is well-proportioned, showing a certain level of warrior quality.

"Fezia." Barnell looked at him kindly, calling his name, "What do you think of this young Druid of Romon?" His tone was refined.

"Father!" Fezia didn't answer immediately, but frowned for a little while, and then said in a very positive tone, "This is a very talented person, and he is also very mature in doing things. . I heard that he had worked as a buddy in Mott ’s shop before, maybe at that time, he learned something. ”

Barnell's face showed a satisfied look, but soon disappeared: "So, Fezia, are you optimistic about his future?"

Fei Ziya was startled, but he immediately replied: "Yes, father, I am optimistic about his future, a talented young man who works well, as long as bad luck does not patronize him, he will succeed."

Barnell smiled with satisfaction, and this time he stopped converging: "When dealing with a lion cub, it is much better than facing a lion. Fezia, since you are optimistic about Romon's future, then you are like a Invest like a businessman. "

Said, Barn took a roll of parchment from his arms, and the outside was properly sealed with fire wax. There was a pattern printed on the wax, which was the mark of the Barn caravan.

Fezia ’s eyes fell on his father ’s right index finger, where there was a ring as a caravan seal with wax marks on the ring.

"Master Sackville in the city is a respected magician. He is my old friend. He found me some time ago and asked me to find some priest or druid caster for him. He needs some people to make a batch of healing potions for him. After all, the mage can make most of the potions, but he ca n’t make them. Now, Fezia, because of your choice, I decided to recommend Romon to him, this letter of recommendation, by You give it to Romon. Romon is now short of money. I believe you will make him feel your kindness. "

Barnell solemnly handed the recommendation letter in his hand to his son.

Fezia nodded and took it cautiously: "My father, I will go to the Adventurer Union to find him now."

Barnell nodded: "You go."

Fezia walked to the door and heard the father behind whisper: "It is said that fine wine is the touchstone of character; and the woman is the weight on the scale of evil."

Fei Ziya's heart was warm for a while, his face could not help smiling. This is a sunny afternoon.

When Luo Meng came out of the Adventurer's Union, Xitian's red cloud had covered most of the sky.

"Romon!" A voice called him.

He recovered from thinking about the future, turned his head, and a young man stood there waving at him.

Romon knew him, Fazia, the son of the leader of the Barn Caravan.

In Romon's impression, Feizia is a very experienced businessman. This is probably due to the training of Barnell. In Feizia, the only thing that belongs to young people is probably a little bit deep inside him. Delusional ambition.

"Hi, Fezia." Romon also waved his hand.

"Romon, how about we find a place to have a drink?" Fezia walked up naturally.

As a former professional, Romon naturally knows the following meaning of Fezia: Romon, I have something to find you.

"Okay. I heard the old man say that wine can hangover." Luo Meng smiled heartily and walked over.

"Is it? I heard that the old Velen's bar has a homemade wine, which tastes very good." Fezia licked his tongue. "To celebrate you as an adventurer, how will I please this time?"

"I'm welcome," Romon said, patting Feizia's shoulder.

When the two came to the old Weilun bar in Chengdong, it was already dark. There are not many people in the bar. Probably, a little later, the adventurers will come here to get drunk.

A fat bald old man greeted enthusiastically behind the counter: "Hi, two boys, what do you want to drink?"

"Old Velen, take out your fruit wine. Two glasses." Fezia said with a grin and extended his fingers, then sat down at a table in the back and pulled the chair away for Romon. .

Luo Meng sat down with a smile, but his heart was a little shocked. The old man who stood behind the counter and greeted the guests with a thin aura of light. This aura was **** red, which showed the master's strong vitality. At the same time, the smell of **** killing also showed that when he was young, he also came from countless fights.

Romon, who has cured the detection of aura, knows deeply that this old man should be a fifth-level warrior.

Knowing this, Romon looked around again. The people in the bar, mostly dressed as adventurers, had more looks than the adventurers they had seen in the small shop of the Mutters before. Some deliberately constrained feeling.

Luo Meng groaned slightly, and suddenly smiled at Fezia: "This uncle Velen was a simple character when he was young."

Fezia's face showed a mixture of surprise and admiration: "How do you know?"

Luo Meng said with a smile: "You know, I used to be a buddy in a hotel, and adventurers always like to be noisy, but here, when I came in just now, I found everyone a bit cautious, and then I observed And found out that they always go to see the old Wei Lun behind the counter, then, after carefully observing the old Wei Lun, my conclusion is not difficult to draw. "

Fezia gently applauded: "Perhaps, only a keen person like you will get natural grace."

Luo Meng smiled, in fact, many things, once the result is known, go back and chase the previous clues, it is just simple to observe the pattern on the palm.

At this time, the tall waitress brought two glasses of wine over.

"Romon. Would you like something to eat?" Fezia asked. "Perhaps it is a good idea for this charming girl to recommend the specialty dishes in the shop. By the way, sweet girl, what's your name? "Fezia turned to show the man's smile."

"Yvette, respected guest." The waitress lifted the skirt angle playfully, squatted slightly, and in a short time, the white snow on her chest swayed the eyes of the two: it seems to be vacuum inside.

"Oh, you are charming, just like a princess." Fezia said exaggeratedly.

Luo Meng smiled faintly on the side. After graduating from a previous university, he once worked as a small white-collar worker and accompanied his boss in various places of wind and moon. Such a scene made him feel unpretentious and melancholy in his heart. So he raised his glass: "Drink a glass for the lovely Yvette."

"Have a drink for the lovely Yvette!" A few of the guests in the shop heard this sentence, and they all coaxed up holding the wine glass in their hands.

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became lively. Wine and women always make men wanton.

"Little handsome boy." Yvette leaned over and gently pecked on Romon's lips. "I prefer Huang Chengcheng's gold coins to your sweet words."

The sound of coaxing was louder.

At this time, a sharp voice rang out: "Yvette, you lousy, you actually fell in love with this little white face!"

Luomon looked at the young man who pushed open the door of the hotel and walked in angrily. He couldn't help but smile with his face: What is this? In Rika, was misunderstood by the narrow-minded priest Tenis, is the same scene to be re-enacted in the small hotel of Aps?

Old Velen stopped wiping the hip flask. He swallowed slowly and came out from behind the counter, and then just stopped the road in front of the person coming.

"Listen, lad, my Yvette is free, no matter who she likes or dislikes, this is her freedom. She doesn't like you entangle her, so old Velen doesn't welcome you either."

"Your humble bar owner, dare to talk to me like this? Do you know who I am? My Jacob looks at your daughter ..." The young man seemed to be irritated ~ www.readwn.com ~ But he answered The words that came down could not be said anymore-Old Velen simply extended a hand, jammed Jacob's neck, and just fell like that, throwing a young man of more than a hundred pounds to the shatter outside the bar Stone road.

The thieves smirked in the bar.

Romon suddenly stood up, just outside the bar, a magical power was violently transformed into the power of fire, accompanied by bursts of magical language, this is ...

However, Old Velen ’s reaction was much faster than that of Romon. He quickly rushed out of the door. In Romon ’s special vision, the **** red light on Velon suddenly jumped like a flame, and followed his figure. Pull out a red afterimage.

The ground shook slightly, a scream, and then stopped as dumb as his neck was strangled.

The rough voice of old vinylon sounded: "A first-class rookie mage dared to cast the palm of flames and rampage across us. You do n’t ask me who my old vinylon is?"

"This person is not easy, we, Apps, we can draw out the camp at once." Palm of Flame? First-level spell? Luo Meng bowed his head to pick up a wooden wine glass and took a sip, thinking: "Sure enough, the adventurer will survive the battle and enjoy a happy old age. Muscle is not enough."

Fezia blew a whistle: "A beautiful charge, and then ended with a perfect tramp, old Velon is still as powerful as he was when he was young. Don't you go and see?" Squeezed towards a swarm of bees to see the lively drinkers Fenzia said to Romon, "After all, that poor Mr. Bu is because of eating your vinegar, will usher in such a tragic result ~ www.readwn.com ~ Welcome the majority of book friends Come and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~ www.readwn.com ~