【King of Heroes】
This is not a title he gave himself to boast about after becoming a king.
Before becoming king, Leinhard II was already a hero.
For him, "hero" was merely a title, not a compliment.
His bravery made him a hero, not something he earned through his status as a king.
His heroic deeds are no longer just a folk tale; they have long been sung and passed down in the mouths of bards as legends and epics.
Poems and novels based on him became popular throughout the kingdom.
Although he had never actually witnessed the splendor of King Ennhart II, Ning Feng could already imagine the image of a king beloved by his people from the innkeeper's somewhat fervent description.
This is a legendary figure who was crowned king as a hero.
Standing behind Ning Feng, Rhodes listened to the innkeeper's words and sighed:
"...I really want to meet him."
He has experienced many adventures and seen many beautiful landscapes, but he is still amazed by them.
Because in today's world, especially in the world of ordinary people, it is very difficult for someone to be called a king.
That's too difficult.
Not to mention that in the world of the awakened, where power is revered, it is difficult for them to truly trust others.
The only thing I've heard of is that some surviving groups of extraordinary beings still have the custom of calling their leader "King".
Want to meet?
Ning Feng thought about that scene, a smile playing on his lips as he slowly nodded.
yes.
I really want to see what a true king is.
I'm really curious... what kind of person is qualified to call themselves a king?
Chu Yu, however, was not interested in the king's deeds. When he saw Ning Feng's lips curl into a smile, he felt a chill inexplicably in his heart.
I have a feeling that when that time really comes, something bad will happen.
As she pondered this, she silently moved half a step away from Ning Feng.
Ning Feng: ?
His smile faltered; he barely managed to suppress the urge to look at Chu Yu's expression.
Wait……
Were you serious about taking half a step back?
I haven't done anything yet! Even if we're not exactly friends, we're still colleagues, right?
Is this how you treat your kind colleagues?
Ta-da.
I tapped the table lightly with a copper coin, and the innkeeper coughed lightly and said to me:
"Ahem... I've said too much. You guests are looking for a place to stay, right?"
Suppressing the urge to turn back, Ning Feng smiled at his boss:
"Yes, just like before, we need two rooms, and we also hope that you can provide a dinner for three people."
The boss nodded with a smile as well.
"For dinner... we'll just have our own homemade black bread and vegetable soup, or if you're willing to pay extra, I can have the kitchen prepare some meat."
Ning Feng nodded in understanding and agreed to the other party's suggestion, instructing them to prepare immediately and send the items directly to the room once they were ready.
Perhaps due to Ning Feng's hidden charm, the entire negotiation went exceptionally smoothly, and the deal was reached happily by all parties.
As the shop owner continued counting the money, he lowered his head and asked:
"It's been a long time since we've had outsiders like you. Where are you from?"
Ning Feng thought for a moment, then looked at the innkeeper with his head down and said meaningfully:
"You may not have heard of it; it's a very far place."
A place very, very far away.
Ning Feng's tone was somewhat drawn out, with a faint sense of emotion hidden in his eyes.
Unlike others, Ning Feng was able to see more.
Ning Feng was able to see the true face of the innkeeper, who had a thick beard and a muscular build, and looked more like a bandit than a proper innkeeper.
Half of it was shriveled, and the other half was full of fresh flesh and blood. The two were intertwined, creating an exceptionally horrifying sight.
The shop owner in front of me is not alive; he should have long since disappeared into the dust of history.
We are very, very far apart...
More than a thousand years have passed.
The innkeeper, however, clearly failed to pick up on the sentiment in Ning Feng's words. Instead, he looked up thoughtfully and said:
“It’s far! Well then, I’ll charge you nine copper coins for the three of your rooms.”
"A dinner with meat costs one copper coin per person, plus a deposit of one copper coin per person... that's sixteen copper coins in total, but I'll just charge you fifteen!"
Before Ning Feng could reply, the shopkeeper swept the twenty copper coins, which he had already counted several times, into his pocket.
Ning Feng: ...Hmm?
You think you can take advantage of us because we're from far away?
Young man, you've really narrowed your options.
Amused, Ning Feng shook his head and chuckled as he put the remaining copper coins into his money bag, teasingly saying:
"What about the rest of the money? Is it a service fee?"
Don't tell me your little hotel dares to charge an extra 30% service fee?
Seeing Ning Feng's nonchalant attitude, the boss's smile widened, and he rubbed his hands together, laughing:
"The rest is the money I gave you for your performance, hahaha!"
Performance?
Oh, so it was that poem that sounded like it was learned from a third-rate bard, right?
Hehe, okay.
Sure enough, unscrupulous merchants exist in every era, and streetlights are your best refuge.
Seeing the innkeeper smiling like a cunning old fox, Ning Feng wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and nodded.
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