[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Who danced most of the night?And this strange voice suddenly sounded in the silence, is it really scary?Carol followed the direction of the sound and found that a group of thieves were watching them curiously.

Those people just came back to their senses when they saw two strange figures appearing beside them, which shocked them.Everyone's mouths are open almost wide enough to hold an egg, and they really don't understand, why in a second this couple suddenly appeared.

"They're awake." Carol accepted the fact without changing her face. She could completely shift the topic to this group of people, and the matter of throwing herself into Sherlock's arms was wiped out.

Sherlock nodded, and after making sure Carol stood still, he let go of her body with both hands.Just as the thieves were stunned, they used the hanging ring to create a whip and threw it at the person holding the knife, and the knife was in Sherlock's hand in an instant.

Sherlock threw the knife far away, and not long after, several other people with "weapons" in their hands were also disarmed.It is said to be a weapon, but in fact some people only hold pots and pans.Carol was dumbfounded. Are these people here to be funny?

They were so stupid that they only brought a few weapons, and everyone else felt like they were just here to join in the fun.There was a group of people standing outside the door who didn't come in, like ducks caught by the neck, stretched their necks and looked in, wanting to see what was going on inside.

This group of people panicked even more. Seeing this, the person who grabbed Carol's bag quickly let go of his hand and held it high above his head, "I didn't want to steal it!"

Carol smiled and chanted the Illumination Charm. The light blue light from the tip of the wand filled the room, and everyone's expressions could be clearly seen here.

"Boss! Why are these two couples so powerful?" Someone shouted at a man with a scar on his face.

The man with the scar glanced at Sherlock and Carol, then shook his head, pretending to be deep and said, "They may be wizards from other places."

All the thieves suddenly realized that, seeing them nodding in unison, Carol didn't even bother to use her skills.Are you sure this is a black shop?Why do these people seem to be out of their minds?

"Are you here to steal?" Sherlock asked haughtily as he twirled the ring on the other hand before losing his vigilance like Carol.

The man with the scar suddenly stretched out a pair of rough and fat hands, signaling to his subordinates not to speak, he thought for a while, and said to Sherlock, "We have thought about stealing your money."

"Oh?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, he wanted to see what excuse the leader of the thieves could come up with.

The man with the scar suddenly sighed, lowered his eyes, stared at the floor, and said after a long silence, "It's really difficult these days."

"We were originally crew members on a ship, and an accident happened during an adventure trip." The man with the scar fell into a deep voice, telling the previous story, "Everything went very smoothly at first, until something happened. one day……"

"A group of pirates stole our ship!" His eyes froze, recalling those painful memories, "Most of the crew were killed by them, and those who reacted quickly jumped off the ship."

"Fortunately, God didn't want us to die like this. There is land not far away. We finally survived and came to Hegu Town." He pointed to the scar on his face, "This scar was left at that time of."

"What do you do for a living in Dale?" Sherlock asked.

"Didn't you see it? Open a hotel!" The man with the scar curled his lips. He thought it was professional discrimination.

"Black shop?" Sherlock said mercilessly.

"Who opened a black shop!" The man with the scar yelled loudly, a little excited and incoherent, "Although we have considered stealing your money, have we? We are different from pirates. Sailors who have gone through storms are all upright!"

His saliva spewed out of his mouth and splattered on the tops of his men's heads... Carol turned her head to Sherlock, it was much better to face Sherlock's chest than to see Scar Man squirting.

The man with the scar was still chattering, "There has been no business in the store for many days. If this continues, everyone will starve to death. We really didn't mean it..."

"Trust you guys for the time being." Sherlock glanced at Carol's feet and was still trembling on his shoes, "Can you not talk and let my wife put on the shoes first?"

"Ah?" The man with the scar was startled. He looked up and down the couple, and then his eyes stopped on Carol's white feet for a while, then scanned the whole room, and found that her pair of shoes were on display. Under the chair in the corner of the living room.

How did this woman enter the room without her shoes on?The man with the scar seemed to have thought of something, looked at Sherlock very strangely, and asked in his heart, does this husband have any special hobbies?

Sherlock ignored the man with the scar. He put his arms around Carol's legs, picked her up at once, walked to the edge of the chair, and let her sit on the chair.Just as Sherlock withdrew his hand, he accidentally touched Carol's cold feet, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sherlock bent down and half-kneeled on the floor with one leg. He gently lifted a shoe and quickly helped Carol put it on.Carol was stunned, and there was a burst of warmth from her feet, making her temporarily forget why Sherlock was so kind?

After Sherlock got up, he turned his head to look at the group of thieves, oh not the sailors.A group of them froze there, watching Sherlock and Carol with different expressions.

The man with the scar coughed a few times, and the sailors withdrew their curious gazes.Under the signal of the man with the scar, everyone else left the room.

"I think I have shown my sincerity." The man with the scar stared at Sherlock intently, and suddenly bowed seriously, "Please don't tell others! We still want to live in the town!"

Sherlock and Carol:  …

Although the man with the scar looks hideous, his temperament is extremely simple.It may be due to staying away from the inland for a long time on the ship, this group of people is not very adapted to the life of ordinary people.

"You haven't stayed in your hotel for a long time." Sherlock asked.

"Yes!" The man with the scar saw that Sherlock had begun to care about the business of the hotel, knowing that he no longer cared about their theft, and showed a bright smile.

"Since you have had adventures and been adrift at sea for a while," said Sherlock, "haven't you thought of doing something else?"

The scarred man's eyes lit up, he took a few steps towards Sherlock, and asked excitedly, "Do you have a solution?"

The man with the scar was only a few centimeters away from Sherlock. Carol was worried that if his saliva sprayed on Sherlock, Sherlock would have to wash his face several times, so she hurriedly reached out and pulled Sherlock's clothes .

Sherlock stepped back, bowed his head and said softly to Carol, "Don't worry, I'm just talking to him."

Then, Sherlock raised his head to look at the man with the scar, the corners of his lips curled up, and explained, "My wife is often jealous, which makes you laugh."

The man with the scar widened his eyes in surprise, "But I'm a man?"

"You read that right, she's jealous of men." Sherlock nodded solemnly. He felt that Carol was twisting his arm angrily, and pretended to look at her tenderly. "I can't even There are not many male friends."

The scarred man couldn't help but take a deep breath. Marriage sounds terrible. If he meets this kind of wife, he won't be able to get along well with those subordinates.

"This is marriage." Sherlock shook his head helplessly, it seemed that he was a man who suffered from it.

"By the way, what is the solution you just said?" The scarred man remembered what Sherlock said before, and this is what he is most concerned about now.

"Hegu Town is located in a remote place with very few tourists. It's no wonder you lose money when you open a hotel in this kind of place." Sherlock explained to the scarred man, "But there is a lake on the outskirts of Hegu Town, why don't you go back to it? old business?"

"Being a sailor in the lake?" The man with the scar rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "There are no explorers in Hegu Town, how can anyone hire sailors?"

"You can do fishery business." Sherlock saw that the man with the scar had a problem with his comprehension, so he could only answer him directly.

The man with the scar came to understand, "There is a town of Green in the forest in the southeast of Middle-earth, they should need fish to eat."

Greentown?Carol always felt that the southeastern region of Middle-earth mentioned by the man with the scar seemed familiar, but she didn't remember it for a while.

"I'll tell my brothers to prepare them for a new life." The man with the scar turned his head, thinking that it's not good to disturb the couple by staying here.

After Sherlock nodded, the man with the scar quickly disappeared from their sight, and then he closed the door with a "bang".

"Let's go now, Carol Ann." After this commotion, the sky outside the window was already bright, the sky was gray and white, and the morning in the town was extremely quiet.

Carol thought that since the group of sailors already knew their status as wizards, it would not be strange to disappear out of thin air.She quickly agreed, "Let me clean up first."

Carol tidied up the bundle messed up by the "thief", and pouted unhappily when she saw black handprints on a clean and tidy piece of clothing.

Sherlock helped her tie the bundle on her back, seeming to comfort her, "Buy a new one when I get back."

Carol blinked, Sherlock was so gentle, it wasn't him at all.She looked up into Sherlock's eyes, but heard him continue, "Where werewolves live, there are orcs, and that's to celebrate our survival."

Carol: ...

"It's time to go." Sherlock patted Carol's shoulder, and drew a big golden circle in front of her. The wind blew over and sent another chill.

The two of them walked out of the circle and stepped on the area where the legendary werewolf lived.Before Carol could see her surroundings clearly, she found a little girl in front of her looking at them in surprise.

The girl is wearing a red hooded cloak and is holding a basket in her hand. Behind her is a vast forest, and she is squatting on the ground to pick flowers.

wait?What is the name of the town that the man with the scar just mentioned?Greentown!