Chapter 111: To be out of luck part 2 (1/2)
Shaar’s room was both clean and exquisite, the furnishings were also not bad. He rests as his leisure for a while. Taking a look at the yard, the residence was not overly large. The walls only reached up to a person’s face and the neighboring yard was also visible. This room had most likely been a warehouse that was emptied out. The group from Atlantis moved in next door to the slightly bigger courtyard. The few carts had been squeezed to fit into the yard, each cart was fully loaded with wood barrels, and tied up bundles, all covered with a large canvas. The Atlanteans was busy tending to the horses.
Shaar could not stop laughing at the scene. He did not expect them to have moved in, and even be his neighbors. He saw the fat one leave the room, who saw Shaar standing in his yard next to the wall. Dumbfounded at first, he immediately smiled, the two men nodded each other across the wall. The man seemed like he was scrambling from the room just now, the confrontation earlier seemingly forgotten. ”Hello, mister. Are you on a journey as well? Where are you from?”
”North.” Shaar answered vaguely. He asked the question back, ”Are you from Atlantis?”
The fat one laughed, ”Yes, though we normally come from the sea.”
Shaar is peering at the carts in the yard, point at one of them, he asked, ”Are you a merchants? Where are you going to sell your goods?”
The fat man's face lit up in a smile standard of a merchant, and said in all friendliness, ”We are the Gallon Trading Company. We are preparing some goods to sell in the south. Our purpose is to earn some money, otherwise, who is willing to travel during such a cold winter?”
Shaar nodded, ”Gallon Trading Company, I've heard of it.” He remembered, in the dark streets of Primal Wildfire Town, there were Gallon’s shops. This trading company is quite well known.
The fat seems to be good at dealing, smiles more enthusiastic now, ”My name is Guro. I am just an attendant. How should I address you? From your appearance, you must have something to do with the military.
”Yeah, I'm Shaar.” Shaar replied casually, ”I’m headed south too.”
Largely because of Ruhr, Shaar had more affection towards fat people.
”Well, you must be a general in the army.” Guro deliberately complimented him and laughed, ”I travel extensively. Your attire and bearing is quite exceptional, if we see each other again someday, please take care of me.”
”I'm not a general.” Shaar shook his head.
A tiny flash of pleasure when through Guro’s eyes. Shaar, after all, was inexperienced. He only stated thathe was not a general, but has not denied that he was a soldier.
In Guro’s heart, he had been able to gain some information on Shaar’s identity—Not a general? In the Byzantine Army, not anyone can dress like this. Besides, his fine horses, if he were not somehow a general, how could he have them?
Two of exchanged pleasantries for a while before Shaar went back to rest.
When Guro returned, the room had already been made. The thin man respectfully stood at his side, a young, ordinarily-dressed attendant leisurely sat, holding a bowl of tea in his hand.
”Did you ask?” The young man put down the bowl.
”Well, that guy really is from the Byzantine Army. He is called Shaar, it should be his real name.” Guro replied, ”See how well he dresses? Perhaps he is not a lowly soldier.”
”Shaar…” The young man frowned in thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly stirred, ”Gee, this name where have I heard…” Could it be the guy from the Byzantine Army who stirred up a storm in the army some days ago? Rumors say the man gave Hasting some trouble on the battlefield. If that was really this guy, it would be interesting…”
The skinny man whispered, ”This… This time, we do not want to make trouble. You are a noble, before we reach Osgiliath, it is not good to stir up trouble. General or not, I think—”