Chapter 41 Trolls and Unlucky Nobles (Page 2/2)

"By the way, don't overpay. I just heard him say that he can sell it at a 50% discount."

Although Mrs. Wendy didn't hear anything, she still took out a few crowns and walked towards the fruit merchant beside the bonfire. After

spending more than two months with Frank, the young woman has experienced the difference between demon hunters and ordinary people many times, strong physique, amazing endurance, hard flesh, and senses far beyond ordinary people.

Although Wendy still couldn't forget the husband who sacrificed to save his family, her body had been completely conquered by Frank.

This gentle woman basically obeyed any order from Frank and never refuted it.

"Hehe! My cooking skills are not as good as yours, Frank, I won't make trouble here."

After Wendy left the carriage, Priscilla, who was riding a horse with a lute on her back and following Frank, blinked her eyes and made excuses for her laziness in a very natural manner.

"Since you want to prepare lunch, I'll go talk to the guards again and see how to solve this problem."

"You can't just wait here without knowing anything."

Frank nodded. He had no doubt about the poet's personality charm and superb eloquence. If she took action, she would definitely be able to ask anything.

Moreover, Priscilla was half a local of Niubao. She studied in Oxenford College for six years and was very familiar with the surrounding situation. It was time for her to help.

About half an hour later, when Priscilla came back,

Wendy had carefully peeled the fruits she bought, cut them into small pieces, and put them on the plate for everyone to eat.

In addition to apples and pears, two more common fruits, she actually bought watermelons from the fruit vendor, which made Frank, who always liked to eat watermelons, quite happy.

On the witcher's side, with the cooperation of the two little girls, he bought a lively grass carp from a traveler who had been fishing by the river.

After removing the scales and washing them, they made a delicious fish soup with dried meat and vegetables.

Paired with soft and crispy rye bread, it was very delicious.

As everyone sat together to enjoy the food, Priscilla described the information she had gathered in a vivid way in the manner of a bard.

The beautiful sound of the lute made little Ciri and Vanessa full of admiration, and even attracted the attention of the surrounding travelers.

After telling the story of the trolls, the bridge and the unlucky noble, Priscilla cleared her throat, looked at the witcher and said:

"Frank, those guards guarding the bridge are just militiamen from the nearby villages."

"They don't even have formal armor and weapons, nor have they received professional combat training. They don't dare to confront the trolls on the bridge head-on." "

However, the militiamen have reported the situation here to the local noble lords, hoping that the lords will send troops to resolve this matter."

"But you know, if you expect the noble lords to deal with such trivial matters, no one knows when it will happen."

"So, no one knows how long it will take for this matter to be resolved."

At this point, Priscilla suddenly smiled and said in a gloating tone:

"And I also found out that the nobleman kidnapped by the trolls is actually a celebrity in our academy."

"Haha, a stingy and mean nobleman who is obsessed with the glory of his family."