Working Prophet.

Chapter 334 Tom and His Miracle

Mu Xiantang finally understood why the group of sackclothed people just now were just the lowest-level civilians, but they dared to confront nobles like Constantino, and even threatened the latter.

The Raimundi family had already lost control of Multiscale City, but Tom still couldn't figure out what Herodotus was doing with so many mobs.

Fighting is not just about seeing which side has the most people. An untrained guy like this who rushes to the battlefield wearing single clothes and carrying a farm tool, even if the number of people is ten times that of the regular army on the opposite side, will only be killed in the end crying for his father and mother. Son.

However, Tom, a Shuangxiu believer, couldn't figure out the struggle within the Silvermoon Church, so he didn't think about it.

He entered Multiscale City just to save people, and after getting the pass, he bid farewell to Constantino.

Before leaving, Constantino repeatedly warned Tom not to cause trouble in the city, and the captain of the Black Dog Guard naturally agreed.

After Constantino left, Tom planned to find a place to stay.

But I didn't expect that such a simple thing would encounter trouble again.

Because those new troops have been conducting trials and looting everywhere in the city, almost all the shops in the city are closed, and the hotel is of course no exception.

Tom and the others searched most of the city, but they couldn't find a place where they could live.

Although the soldiers of the Black Dog Guard didn't mind sleeping directly on the side of the road, the comfort was secondary. The key was that considering the current atmosphere in the city, it was not safe to do so.

Maybe he ran into those new recruits who were eye-catching.

Tom looked at Ledio and found that the latter was also looking at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a sneer, "Captain Jerry won't ask Prophet Merlin for such a thing, right?"

Tom was not angry, but said to Radio, "If I can find a place to sleep before dark, then you will be my servant for three days.

"I have always had a wish since I was a child. I wanted a high-spirited nobleman to be my servant. Although you are no longer a nobleman, you are still quite high-spirited, so I think I can make do with it. of."

"Just bet, if you can't find it, then you will also come and be my servant and carry the urinal for me."

"very fair."

After Tom finished speaking, he continued to lead the team forward and walked two more streets. This time, he finally came across an open shop.

The laughter and the singing of bards can be heard from afar.

"Looks like I'm lucky." Tom laughed.

Leidio's face was a little gloomy, he looked up at the sign on the door, Cyclops Tavern, and was about to go inside.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by two burly twin guards at the door, "Hey, boy, the tavern is closed today."

As soon as the guard's words fell, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a drunk beard stumbled out from inside.

Regardless of the fact that there were so many people outside, he directly showed his little brother, making it easier on the side of the road.

"Do you call this not opening the door?" Leidio's face became more gloomy.

"That's right, so what?" The guard on the left patted the battle ax on his waist and grinned.

At this time Tom came over and threw out a silver coin, "Are you from the Red Wolf Mercenary Group?"

The guard on the left took the money and put away the playful look on his face, "The Red Wolf Mercenary Group disbanded six years ago."

"I know, because of the incident with Gratton's house, it's a pity that Wolfclaw is a good leader, except that he trusts those nobles too much."

"Nobles can't be trusted." The guard on the left echoed, and then asked, "Which mercenary group are you from, my friend?"

His tone was much more polite than before.

"I'm Tom. Everyone calls me Funny Tom. I don't have a fixed mercenary group, but I have cooperated with many mercenary groups."

"You're Tom, that funny Tom?" The guard on the left widened his bell-like eyes and asked in surprise.

"No offense, but everyone talks about you, the one who talks about you..."

"I don't have much hair left, right?" Tom shook his black hair, "Fortunately, there are still miracles in this world, and this time the miracle happened to me. "

"This is unbelievable." The guard on the left was amazed, while the guard on the right nodded, although he still didn't speak.

He even stuck his head out, leaned in front of Tom, and looked it over carefully several times, as if trying to see some flaws in it, but now every strand of the hair on Tom's head is genuine.

Tom even offered to pull his bangs up to show him the scalp underneath.

"You have to change your nickname." The guard on the left said, and at the same time stepped aside to open the door of the tavern behind him.

Tom left a few lizardman warriors watching the carriage, while he himself led Redio and others into the carriage.

"Why did they let you in and not me?" Redio asked.

"Obviously, this is a mercenary tavern, which is why those new soldiers dare not come here to make trouble." Tom said.

"You used to be a mercenary, and you were quite famous?"

"Well... there are indeed many people who have heard my name." Tom rubbed his nose and said to the waitress beside him, "Give me five glasses of malt wine, and I want six more guest rooms."

"Ale is coming soon, but the rooms are full."

"Then do you know of any other places in the city that can accommodate us weary travelers?" Tom tossed out another silver coin as a tip.

"Go to the crippled Jiffer, he can arrange a place for you."

"Where's Cripple Geoff?"

The waitress pouted in one direction, "By the wall, that's the one who's guessing coins with someone."

"Thank you."

Tom then walked up to Gieff, who had just guessed heads wrong, lost a lot of money, and was sulking.

After hearing Tom's explanation of his purpose, he said directly, "Six rooms, one golden lion a day."

"You're robbing, my friend."

"No, this is a very fair price." The lame Jifu said, "You and your people don't look like fuel-efficient lamps, and you must have no good intentions when you come to Multiscale City at this time.

"But don't worry, I don't have any opinion on this, and I don't care what you plan to do. Not only that, I can also guarantee that you will not be harassed by the new army scum outside. One golden lion a day is a very fair price."

"How do I know you're not lying to us?" Leidio said with a sullen face.

The cripple Jifer stretched out his hand and ordered another glass of malt wine, "Reputation is the most important thing in our business. You can ask around in the tavern to see if I, Jifer, have betrayed any of my customers."

"You are also a local, right? You really don't worry about us doing bad things in the city?" Redio was still skeptical.

Giffer sneered, "You are from outside the city, haven't you seen what happened here? I don't think this city can get worse than it is now."

(End of this chapter)