Luvir

Dragan's past, however unpleasant, is many years in the past, and he still survives.

....

"Jose, look over there!"

Dragan and Joseph walked along the street for a while longer, and suddenly he said as if he had spotted something, pointing to a building.

Joseph looked up and saw a rather "gaudy" and huge building, but of course it was still only a flat floor, the floor type of building had not yet emerged in Fermil.

Its most distinctive feature is that there are several beautifully dressed, handsome women standing outside the door.

Joseph probably understood what kind of place this was.

"I can't imagine that Fermil also has this kind of pleasure seeking place, I thought only the big city has it." Dragan suddenly became excited, his behavior, really does not match his "forty" years of age.

"Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Of course, it was not a question, he was already leading Joseph inside.

"Two guests, what can I get you?"

As soon as he saw someone coming, he was immediately greeted by a fellow who asked, wearing a white hat, somewhat different from the Odin's appearance, and with a smile on his face that showed he was indeed a competent fellow.

"Two large glasses of Farb ...

better not be watered down! I've been drinking wine for decades, and I can tell if it's watered down in one sip."

Dragan's phrase "Don't water it down" is like a mantra that he says every time he buys a drink.

"Of course not." Without losing the smile on his face, the mate retreated.

Dragan led Joseph to find a place to sit down, the table here is made of the wood of the very Fermil tree, emitting a fresh fragrance, as said earlier, Fermil is also named precisely because of the Fermil tree.

Two glasses of Fermil wine were quickly brought up, a bowl-sized glass, more than Joseph's tavern in Fico sold a few portions of wine.

The wooden table is not large, can not sit many people, each table sat a three or four people even if full, the distance between also relatively far, to ensure a certain sense of privacy.

Joseph looked around, mostly a man and a woman sitting together drinking, but there is no transgressive behavior, here and he imagined some different.

"Jose, guess how much these two drinks cost?" Dragan asked with a cryptic look on his face, seemingly certain that Joseph would not be able to guess the price.

"A big Odin coin?" Joseph usually doesn't use the guide to cheat, and just guessed casually that the price would probably be in line with the overall price of alcohol in Han River.

"Hey, hey, wrong," Dragan said smugly as he took a sip of his drink, "two drinks for a total of four large coins, and you know why? It's not the wine that sells here."

Joseph also tasted a sip, probably can taste the same origin with his brewed wine, the taste is similar, but here to slightly better, specific good in what, I'm afraid is the secret recipe, do not know.

"Wait a little longer and you'll know ..."

is talking, the fellow just now has come over again, while followed by two women.

"Two guests, the time is two bells ringing." The mate reminded a sentence, and turned away.

Dragan pointed to the two women in front of him and said to Joseph, "That's the point."

After saying that, Dragan took one of them away and went to sit at another table.

Joseph and the remaining woman were the only two people left here.

The woman looks 16 or 17 years old, very typical Odin face, white skin, dumpling-colored long hair, bright eyes and white teeth, in Odin is considered a beauty.

No one took the initiative to talk, the scene was awkward, but Joseph did not intend to just waste seven large Odin coins.

"Hello, I'm Jose," Joseph smiled, he could tell the woman in front of him was a little nervous.

"I ...

I'm Luvir," she said and then stopped talking.

"You're nervous?"

"Well, I ...

I've only been here a short while."

"What did you do before?"

"The family was growing food ...

then had two brothers, the family life is too difficult, I came here ...

to work here ..."

"Do you know what this place is for?"

Luvir thought for a moment before answering, "It's to chat with the guests."

"Just chatting?"

"Yes ...

yes," Luvir nodded, "we're not here ......

.

not that kind of place, we only chat with our guests."

Still, her face blushed when she said it, standing out in the faint light of the candle flame, and it was clear she hadn't been honest on that point.

It seems that not everyone is just chatting, maybe there are guests who give enough money ...

then some things will always be unavoidable.

For example, the current big money Dragan.

Joseph hadn't even talked to Luvir for a couple of minutes before he had embraced the woman and looked to have negotiated a price.

"Jose, I have to go first."

He said seriously, "I've paid for your drink, as for the rest, it's up to you."

He pointed at Luvir with a face so veiled and smug that anyone could tell what he was talking about.

And when Joseph turned his head over, Luvir's face reddened even more.

Joseph sighed.

"How old are you?"

"I'll be fifteen soon."

"At that age in Fico, maybe already a mother of children."

"Well, but I'm not yet, I'm not married off."

....

"Do you like meat?"

"Very much, but we can't afford meat in our family."

....

Two bells passed between Joseph and Luvir's question and answer.

The fellow also arrived as promised.

"Guest, your time is up, if you don't need any additional service ...

then ..."

Joseph shook his head, signaling that it was not needed, and prepared to get up and leave.

"Sir!"

Luvir did not feel it at all, two bells ended in such a short period of time.

"What is it, Miss Luvir?"

"Perhaps you ...

you might consider an extra service ..."

Luvir is the first time to take the initiative to bring up this matter, in this kind of thing, even if the customer is willing to pay for extra services, but also need to get the woman's consent.

When he came to work here, Luvir had already prepared for this, although the place is nominally only to carry out the work of chatting with customers, but in fact is a "vulgar" store.

If she had to offer her services and body, why not choose a customer of her choice?

"No need." Joseph smiled and said, "By the way, this is for you."

After saying that, Joseph fished out a big Odin coin from his pocket.

"We had a good talk."

Luvir was left alone in the same place a little overwhelmed.

"Miss, it looks like you have your dinner today."

The guy saw Joseph walking away and joked, it's not often you see a customer as generous as Joseph.

Luvir bit his lip and didn't say anything.

Jose, the talkative and handsome man, had paid for but not asked her for "extra services", even though such services were not forbidden in the Kingdom of Odin.

The world is always full of strange and eccentric people.

....

Joseph walked out with his gray hat, which he had bought on the street for four small Odin coins.

He was reluctant to say anything more about the situation and pretended it was really just conversation.

Dark night, no starlight.

There are always people doing all kinds of things in the world, some experiencing happiness, while others are suffering.

Such a million people look up to Olympus, extraordinarily lonely.

Seeing the lofty walls in front of him, Dragan finally said with relief.

"You should feel fortunate..." I heard that the second brigade has a deserter.

Their first captain lifted a hundred bucks at a time, and still can't lift his hand."

"Spiritual God bless..." Dragan thought about the scene where he lifted a hundred bucks and couldn't help but get a chill, and hurriedly did the Spiritualism ritual.

Most people in the Odin Kingdom are Spiritualists, and as long as they are born in the Odin Kingdom, they will be sent to church for baptism by their parents when they are about one year old, and by the way, they become Spiritualists.

The ritual of this prayer is also unique, probably touching the nose, touching the eyes, touching everywhere to express gratitude to the Spiritual God for the gift of their bodies.

Of course, this is only a very simple prayer, but the real formal prayer is to go to the church to bow and worship for a long time, which is very troublesome.

Seeing Odin's banner and many obvious spirituals, the guards on the walls waited until the large group approached and immediately let the gates down to receive them.

"It looks like Fermil hasn't been overrun by the Kaiser yet." Dragan nodded at this, with an air of knowing.

Joseph expressed concern about his wisdom.

Once inside the city, all officers above column-commander were called to the city lord's house to meet and deliberate together, presumably to exchange various situations as well as to formulate means of defending against the enemy.

Of course, the city lord of Fermil and the city lord of Figo are not on a level at all; the difference is like a municipality and a small border city, and this municipality also controls one of the kingdom's several major legions.

The column-commanders were away; there was no one to govern; and the soldiers under their command could relax and unwind properly, which was all tacitly allowed.

The troops had been traveling all night and should indeed take a break to better cope with the next war.

"Jose, I heard that there is a night market in Fermil.

It's completely different from where we are."

"After all, it is a border area near Kaiser; it is normal to be influenced by Kaiser." Joseph replied.

Dragan and Joseph wandered around the northern city of Fermil twice.

The architecture here was different from that of Fico City, with a more peculiar style, mainly in the form of brighter colors and many hanging lanterns.

"What time is it about now?" Dragan bought a large roast for only five small Odin coins.

He tore it off and gave half to Joseph.

The roast was stained with heat, dense with white mist in the light of the lamp, and Joseph did not hesitate to take a bite.

It must be the thigh of a cow.

There were no complex spices, only the simplest aroma of grease and salt.

"It's about the tenth bell." Joseph looked at the sky, dark blue and gloomy.

"Then let's see the night market here..." "Meat here is so cheap, such a big piece of roasted meat is only five small coins.

If in Fico, it would be sold at least for a big coin."

Fermil appears to be agitated by Kaiser's invasion, and everything appears to be as usual.

Look at this, Jose, it's ivory! It's probably been there for years, and it's all become this textur...or only six large coins, but it's still a bit expensive."

Fermil's stall often has some strange and exotic things, such as this "ivory" in Dragan's hand.

"Put it down." Joseph said to Dragan, "It's of no use."

It's no use to us, but if we ship it back to Fico, it'll fetch at least a few dozen large coins.

Those rich people love this kind of jewelry! " Dragan lowered his voice and said it in Joseph's ear, afraid that the stall owner would hear.

The tusk has to be real ivory.

Joseph thought.

Unfortunately, it was just an imitation made of poor quality jade.

Is the business of counterfeiting already flourishing at this point in time?

....

The "ivory" was eventually snatched up by another "knowledgeable" person-he offered ten large Odin coins.

Dragan could only regret leaving.

"Jose, you said your wife was dead?"

"Did I say that?"

"Of course, you said it was safe to assume she was dead-that's what it should say, not that she's dead or should have left you."

"Indeed, many years."

Joseph sighed.

After more than two thousand years, the memories of those twenty-six years seemed more like a bubble that sometimes surfaced, but not often.

"Many years? You're only twenty-six.

Has she been dead for ten years? "

"About the same."

I'm about the sam...id I tell you? I once had a wife, beautiful.

Her hair was dumpling yellow, her eyes blu...eautiful."

The last thing Dragan said seemed to fall into a certain memory.

The voice gradually lowered.

"What happened to her afterwards?"

"I married her when I was sixteen." Dragan thought for a moment and felt a stone in his shirt pocket, like a round pebble.

"I gave it to her then, and then she died in childbirth, and I still have this stone."

"It's a shame." Joseph didn't know what to say.

"At that time I was thinking, since there is Spiritual God in, will there be the existence of hell, is the kind of place where the undead go ...

Unfortunately I can not find, or I must have gone."

Then I went to join the army, and that year there was a fight with the country of Amon, seemingly because the mangy monkeys had privately detained our caravan."

"In a place called Canary, I was a soldier for six years, but always a soldier, when our column-commander used to talk to me that I would be the column-commander after he was promoted to the rank of chief of a thousand men or after he died."

"Later he died, I am also of course column-commander ...

I really column-commander, this is not the slightest concealment."

Joseph looked at him twice, "Then why don't you continue to be column-commander, perhaps you are now a general."

"Our column is dead finished ...

Amonites stole our camp at night, those cunning Baen Lai monkeys ..."

Dragan put the Amonites in a foul mood, to the effect of expressing his displeasure at the Amonites' sneak attack.

"Then why are you alive?"

"I ..." Dragan hung his head for a long time before saying, "I escaped by playing dead ...

I was a coward then."

"My comrades rushed one by one, I also wanted to rush, but I was accidentally shot by an arrow, was slightly wounded, I hid."

"Later the Ammonites killed us people after also one by one to fill the knife, they inserted our heart ...

I was lucky, my heart is on the right side."

Dragan pulled back his shirt and there was indeed a scar on his left chest.

....

He survived, quite undignified, like a barn, until today.