This is a perfect autumn, so perfect that you can almost only see it in stories. The weather is warm and dry, and there are a large number of horse-drawn carriages running on the official road, and occasionally there are the latest products of the Walking Robot Steam Engine Association. The trees on both sides of the road are changing colors.

During the season, mixed red and yellow leaves hang along the branches above people's heads. There are also some old oak trees that are unwilling to leave behind the tail of summer, and the leaves are still mixed with golden and green.

Having said that, if your robot hadn't broken down, it would have been a wonderful day.

"I knew the stuff just made by the Steam Engine Association was unreliable," Karen, who had just retired, kicked the scrapped walking robot hard. He was just a rune master, not a scientist or engineer.

He stared at the robot for a while, his expression became frustrated, "Okay." He sighed and took off the backpack from the robot.

"Amulet, rations, wallet..." Keira carefully checked her backpack and nodded with satisfaction after confirming that everything was missing. "Walking is actually not bad." He thought, "The weather is really nice."

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Savos was flipping through the book boredly. It was morning and there was no one in the hotel. At this moment, the door opened and Taran walked into the hall with his back turned to him, as if he was holding something in his arms.

"The things you asked for have just been prepared." Taran held the things and carefully shuttled between the table and the chair. "Actually, it was prepared last night, but as you know, I pursue perfection, so I thought

'Let's put some more oil on it,' and I did it, and my God, it was beautiful."

The innkeeper put down the book. He looked a little confused at first, but after searching in his memory for a moment, his expression relaxed and the corners of his mouth curved. "Is it my gun rack?" He felt a little uncomfortable.

Asked with certainty, "It's been so long, I almost forgot about it."

Taran nodded, "Six months is a long time." He turned around and handed the object covered in red cloth to Savos, "It's yours now."

Savos nodded and pulled away the red cloth. Under the red cloth was a long frame carved from dark gray wood, with simple texture decorations on it. Two words were engraved on the wood, and the top of the word was far away.

Two wooden stakes.

"Patience." Taran read out the words, "What a strange name."

Savos nodded without knowing what his expression was. He turned to Taran and said, "How much do I owe you."

Taran thought for a moment, "If the deposit you paid in advance is deducted..." His eyes moved twice flexibly, "The total is one silver coin and six coppers."

Savos took out two silver coins from his pocket and threw them to Taran, "No need to look for them. I am very satisfied with these things."

Taran took the silver coin and nodded. "Do you want me to help you hang it?" he asked.

Savos looked around the room and slowly shook his head, "I think I can do it myself. I haven't decided yet."

Taran left the nails, wood glue and wire behind and said goodbye. Savos sat at the bar and touched the shelf and the two words thoughtfully. Not long after, Kara walked out of the kitchen and curiously

Looking at Savos.

Then there was a long silence, like walking into a scene of silence.

After a long time, Kara finally broke the silence: "Mare, can I ask a question?"

"You said." Savos continued to look around the room, seeming to be looking for a suitable place to hang the shelf.

"Can you ask such difficult questions?"

Savos' movements paused for a moment, then returned to normal. "You asked," he said softly.

"What are you thinking about?" Kara's tone was confused, and then became concerned and intense: "I mean, Nerbito is here, and you still want to live at the same pace as before?"

Savos was silent for a while before replying: "Look, Kara, why did I choose to do this? I have seen too many things and experienced too many things in the past days. The reality is that in the past days, I

I gain something, but I often lose more, so I came here and hope that the past will not follow."

Kara touched her face: "But trouble has already come to the door, Mare."

Savos hesitated for a moment, "This is not trouble, this is just 'a' Nerbito." He waved his hand, indicating that the topic was over.

Kara nodded, "So where do you want to hang this thing?" He lifted the hanging board and tools on the bar. "I think your room is a good choice."

Savos shook his head and cast his gaze on the hanging board, "Just hang it here." He said firmly.

"Just hanging here?" Kara's tone and look became very frightened, "This is..."

"I'm sure, Kara." Savos interrupted him, "My grandfather gave me the heirloom, that's all." He smiled at Kara, trying to appease the latter. "Then where do you put it?

Already?" he asked.

"In my room." Carla accepted her fate now. "Under the bed."

Savos nodded, still looking at the wall carefully, "Go and get it." He ordered. Kara sighed lightly, but still left obediently.

After a while, he came back with something in his hands. It was a Type 44 rifle. It was made ten years ago, but it was slightly different from the standard Type 44 rifle. There was a scope installed on the gun.

It was something tinkered with by the Artisans Association, and it could make ants as big as a human being. There were several large circles of white cloth wrapped around the butt of the gun, which had turned yellow due to age. Although it was very old, the gun was made of wood.

The body is still as smooth as new, and it is painted green-brown. All the iron parts are also smooth and bright, without a trace of rust, the rifling is still clearly visible, and two words are engraved on the butt: "Patience".

"It's so beautiful." Carla admired. Even if you are not a soldier or a firearms enthusiast, you have to admit that this is more like a piece of art than a murder rifle. "It seems that you have taken good care of it.

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Savos nodded, "It's always been there." He replied while nailing the hanging board to the wall behind the bar, just above the wine cabinet. He also reinforced it with wire. "Not bad." He looked at it.

Hanging up the board, he clapped his hands with satisfaction.

"Now we have the protagonist." Kara said playfully, reaching out and handing the rifle to Savos, just like a squire handing a sword to a knight. However, there was no knight present, only an innkeeper. He took the rifle and carefully

Put it on the hanging board.

The green-brown rifle and the dark gray hanging plate form a sharp contrast. The characters below seem to be the best interpretation of the owner of this gun: "Patience".

Savos jumped off the bar, and the two stood side by side, silently looking at the entire hanging board.

"It's too eye-catching." Kara broke the silence, with an uneasy tone in her voice, "Are you sure..." His voice slowly became smaller, as if he was looking for the right words, but found nothing.

Savos grinned and patted Kara on the back, "Don't worry about me." He said with a smile. "I like this." He nodded vigorously, looking more energetic. "If

When someone asked, they just said it was a family heirloom given by my grandfather." He said to Carla as if to comfort him.

Then, the door suddenly opened, and the noise came in like a wave. The guests filed in and quickly divided into several groups. There were five people in military uniforms, carrying rifles and backpacks on their backs, and ammunition on their waists.

Another group of people unloaded their bags while talking, chose seats and sat down, and some were regular customers of the store.

Savos and Carla immediately took action. Savos smiled and served wine and food, while Carla rushed out of the hotel to see if there were any horses and carriages that needed care.

In less than five minutes, the hotel turned into a completely different place. The bar was filled with cold beer and coins, and even some paper money that the empire had just launched. The plates at the door were filled with fruits and cheese.

, the smell of spices and food wafted in the air. The large copper pot in the kitchen buzzed, echoing the chatter and laughter of the guests. A group of guests combined two tables to meet the needs of twelve of them.

Savos stood behind the bar and observed them carefully. There were four men in the crowd who were coachmen with ravaged faces and calloused hands. They were happy that they did not have to sleep in the open air. Three men and three women were guards wearing leather armor.

He had a rapier and a pistol on his waist, an ammunition belt slung across his body, and his eyes were sharp. The pot-bellied man among the remaining two was a businessman, while the other was undoubtedly a wandering trader. His clothes and belongings revealed his identity.

The ensuing check-in process lasted for more than an hour. They haggled over the price of accommodation. They discussed for a long time who would share a room with whom. They also took out many accommodation necessities from the carriage outside and took them with them. The ladies also proposed

In order to meet the needs of bathing, Savos heated hot water for them, while Kara held hay and fed the guests' horses one by one.

The wandering trader hurried out, and while it was still dark, he led his mule cart, took out a gong and a mallet, beat them, and walked through the streets.

"Saren?" Savos had just finished his work when he suddenly heard a name he hadn't heard for a long time coming from behind. He immediately stopped, as if something had been brought out of the past, his eyes became sharp,

That was definitely not the look a hotel owner would have.

"What did you say?" He turned around, his sharp eyes disappearing in an instant, replaced by a confused smile.

The speaker was a young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing clean and simple clothes. When the innkeeper turned around, he hesitated, but still said: "It's you, Saren."

"You have the wrong person." Savos shrugged and said to the young man in the tone of an old mother taking care of her children, "My name is Savos, not Saren."

"'Red Dragon' Saren." The young man's tone was confused at first, and then became firm again. "I remember it very clearly. I didn't recognize it at first, but now I remember it. My name is Karen.

He is Corporal Talos' communications officer. When you were the leader of the Rune Division two years ago, I was also present when you educated him."

The red-haired innkeeper shook his head and tried his best to make a dumbfounded expression, "You mean I look like Saren? The 'Red Dragon' Saren? The one in the story?" He showed a funny smile.

"I wish I were him too. But no, I am Savos."

The young man opened his mouth, seemingly confused by the innkeeper's reaction.

Savos threw the last firewood into the fireplace and stood up, but as he was about to move away, one of his feet twisted and he fell heavily to the ground, knocking over two chairs.

The caravan guards who were drinking hurriedly gathered around, but Savos had already stood up. He waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go back to their seats. "It's okay. I'm sorry to disturb everyone's enjoyment." He said with a smile, "But I

I think I need to take a rest." He groaned, covering his feet.

"If I were you, I would apply some ointment." One of the guards said, "It looks serious."

"I think you're right." Savos rubbed his feet. "Kara!" he yelled, and the young hotel clerk ran out of the kitchen in a panic and helped Savos.

The two walked through the kitchen and up the stairs.

"What's going on?" Kara asked in a low voice, "Why are you so seriously injured?"

"I'm fine." Savos slapped Kara's hand away, cursed a few times in a low voice, and then stood up straight. He was obviously not injured.

Kara's eyes widened in surprise and quickly returned to normal.
Chapter completed!