My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

"What about the conditions?" Ravenlo's face showed a serious look, "What are the conditions of this little gentleman and this lady?"

"Hiration money? Or our caravan's goods?"

Troy shook his head, with a gentle smile on his handsome fair face, "Sir, we don't need hire money or any goods, but we are just about to go on a trip and want to go with the caravan, it's more convenient."

Ravenlo carefully observed the boy in front of him.

Gray hair and gray eyes, very ordinary hair color and eye color, but this face is very beautiful, especially the tear mole at the corner of the left eye, which makes people unable to ignore it no matter what.

After a moment of silence, the man seemed to be thinking. His tight lips were covered by a beard, and he looked a little rigid.

Troy didn't think that the other party would agree to take the two children out just because of his two or three sentences, so the boy didn't have any hope at first.

"If you don't agree—"

"can."

Troy paused for a moment, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party: "We will set off at six o'clock tomorrow morning. If Mr. Xiao and your little girlfriend can wake up, please follow."

The corners of the young man's lips curled up, his eyes shone slightly, and he said with a smile, "Thank you sir, but please correct me." He coughed lightly, "Miss Shelley is not my girlfriend."

Ravenlo chuckled, and his serious face became a little more relaxed at this time, "Okay, young man."

Shelley glanced at Troy lightly, a trace of displeasure flashed across her petite and lovely face, and she sighed softly, "I've really lost my charm."

After speaking, he turned around and went straight upstairs.

"Is Miss Shelley going to rest?" Troy asked the girl's back.

"Yes." The girl responded perfunctorily: "Hurry up and go to the beauty sleep, or you will become ugly."

Troy: "...Okay, good night, Miss Shelley."

"Good night."

After the girl left, Troy sat beside Ravenloe.

The man looked at the boy, raised the beer in his hand, and asked, "Will you have a drink?"

Troy nodded, "Thank you sir."

Alcohol can be served on the first floor of the hotel. The bartender at the front desk brought a glass of beer and put it in front of Troy.

The beer glass is big, but these bold and rough men can finish it in two or three gulps.

The young man picked up the wine glass, took a sip, his movements were graceful, he didn't drink with his head up like other people.

Seeing this, Ravenlo asked, "Which noble family are you the young master?"

Troy paused, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face: "I am not the young master of a noble family."

"No?" The bearded man obviously didn't believe it, "Your speech and behavior don't look like a commoner."

The young man said: "Maybe it's because you have learned etiquette well." God Troy was a little helpless: "Our family attaches great importance to this, and we can't lose face."

Ravenlo said: "That belongs to a noble family." He shook his head, "You don't need to hide it, so what if you are a noble? Are you afraid that we will kidnap you and ask for ransom?"

As soon as the words were finished, both of them laughed. Troy shrugged, took the man's jokes, and said jokingly: "If Mister can really kidnap me, I'm afraid the ransom will last forever."

The first floor of the hotel is very lively.

Jokes and conversations abound.

There was also the sound of being bumped into, and the five big and three thick men all blushed from drinking and hiccupped.

Traveling merchants often eat and sleep in the open, so whenever they arrive in a city, they will eat and drink happily.

The sun had completely set, and outside the hotel at this time, the small lights of every household were lit up, decorating the supposedly quiet and dark streets with colorful colors.

Some people sleep, but the town does not rest.

The night in Arrow Town is the most beautiful. On those brightly lit streets, there are all kinds of strange and interesting gadgets for sale.

The door on the first floor of the hotel was open, and sitting inside could just see the sea of ​​people outside.

At this time, the hands of the clock hanging in the hall pointed to eight o'clock, and Troy went to bed at about ten o'clock, so the boy could still sit in the hall for two hours.

It's lively and interesting outside, but he has no plans to go out for a stroll now, after all, once he goes out - he may not be able to come back.

Chatting was also very interesting. Not only did Troy get acquainted with Ravenlo in a few words, he even chatted with some other people in the caravan for a long time.

Traveling merchants have no fixed residence, and they wander around in various regions of Ogris Continent throughout the year to buy and sell goods.

Sometimes a caravan is not all human. When you meet foreigners along the way, you may want to join them, such as dwarves who can make utensils and goblins who are very proficient in trade.

An elf waving its wings rested on Troy's fingertips. The elf curiously wanted to taste the beer in the boy's cup, but he stopped him.

"Don't fall into the wine glass like last time."

After hearing this, the elf pursed her mouth, as if she was a little unhappy.

"Go and find someone for me," Troy said.

The elf turned his head and snorted arrogantly, but he didn't make a sound.

"I'll give you chocolate cake when I get back."

"..."

Then the elf left.

"What is this?" Ravenlo, who witnessed Troy talking to the elves, asked.

"It's my messenger elf, usually used to help deliver letters and the like." Troy said.

Ravenlo raised his head and took a sip of beer, "It's pretty cute."

"Yes."

"Your name is Troy?" Another man next to him, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking, suddenly put his arms around the boy's shoulder, patted him vigorously, and laughed loudly: "Good name, Troy means new life in the ancient language of Aurora. "

The young man's shoulder hurt from being patted, and his handsome face showed a bit of helplessness. He knew that the other party was not malicious, so he just moved to the side and said, "Mr. Kraven, do you know the ancient language of Aurora? Now the ancient language is basically Extinct in the world, except for the relevant books in the palace library, there are no other places in the country."

The man named Kleven said: "I don't know much, I just know a few words."

This person is also a member of the caravan. He usually likes to read a lot of travel notes and idle books, and is very interested in some epic picture books that record ancient legends.

Troy smiled and said, "Knowing a few words is also very powerful."

"Really? Hahaha, Troy, you can really talk! Come on, let's go!" Kraven clinked a glass with the young man, raised his head and gulped down the beer in his hand, and shouted to the bartender: "Come again!" A cup!"

Looking at the mountains of glasses in front of him, Troy was full of admiration for the men around him for a moment.

Seriously—they're pretty good when it comes to drinking.

However, before the beer came, there were a few discordant voices coming from the door of the hotel——

"Is it here?!"

"Yes, I have been following them, they did enter here!"