Manda repeated the cause and serious consequences several times, but worm didn''t give up the idea of the tavern at all.

    "We should guard the tavern. This is the order of the count. I will report to the count immediately. You can''t leave the tavern until I come back!"

    Worm flew away. Manda immediately packed up and ran out of the pub. Just two steps later, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She squatted down and found a cluster of silk thread wrapped around her ankle.

    This is worm''s silk, which has been strangled into the flesh. Manda picked it with a knife and didn''t pick it out. She wanted to cut it off with her golden finger. She was afraid that she would cut off her own feet at once.

    He tried to take two steps away from the tavern. The insect silk tightened more and more. He took two steps closer to the tavern, and the insect silk remained tight.

    What a book worm. I didn''t expect him to have such a means. He''s really a good insect guarding the house.

    Manda limped back to the tavern. Through the candlestick, she saw fine insect filaments everywhere on the door, window, counter and wine barrel. Especially on the door, there was almost a net. There was still a hole on the net where Manda broke through the door, and the outline of her body was very clear.

    I don''t know how many worms have been stained on my body. Manda knows that worms are powerful. It''s impossible to clean up by herself. She can only wait for worm to come back.

    He closed the door early, curled up next to the barrel, held the danger pendant and prayed to Hermes all night.

    There are tablecloths, candles and offerings at hand. If the Dangzhao pendant becomes hot, Manda has the last way left. He asks the old goat for help through sacrifice. Although he probably won''t help, it''s better than sitting and waiting for death.

    Perhaps the gods really heard Manda''s prayer, and nothing happened that night. After dawn, worm flew back. Manda had no choice but to say, rushed up and covered his face. After fighting for a long time, worm suddenly smiled.

    "What are you laughing at? Are you molting again? Is molting so happy?"

    Werm said with a smile, "the count told us not to worry. Gassac won''t care about this little thing. He thinks it''s a very clever idea for you to do business with the viscount. Only sixteen silver coins are too cheap. My wine should be sold more expensive."

    Manda stood on the table, looked down at worm and said, "you didn''t hide anything from the count? You beat the tax collectors and almost killed them. Did you tell the count all these things?"

    "How could I deceive the count? He praised us and said we did well." worm took back all the worms and went into the warehouse with a smile and began to make wine tirelessly.

    Do what you like and get the admiration of the count. This tavern is heaven for worm.

    Manda could not understand the count''s idea. Beating tax collectors was obviously a felony. Even if the Viscount could not execute them, he should at least put them in a dungeon for decades.

    Moreover, it depends on the master to beat the dog. When the tax collector is beaten, the Viscount doesn''t even respond. Where is the majesty of the local Lord?

    Are those two guys really not tax collectors? Or is there an unknown association between Viscount gasek and the count?

    It snowed heavily at dusk. It was impossible to have guests in this weather. Manda was about to close the door, but she saw a group of people coming to the door against the wind and snow.

    There were five of them, wearing thin linen blouses, dirty hats and heavy packages. They looked like refugees fleeing from famine.

    Manda was not in the mood to do business, and most of these people came to beg. Manda didn''t lift her head and then closed the door, but saw worm sneak out of the crack of the door.

    "Guests from afar, we have sweet wine and warm fire pond. Come and sit inside."

    There was always a smile on worm''s face, and Manda suspected that the skin on his face might have been dried. A man with brown hair went up to the front, thanked worm and took the remaining four people into the lobby.

    They sat around the fire pond for a long time. No one spoke. They were frozen and their hair was frosted. It took a long time to get back.

    WOM stood patiently waiting for them to order wine. A middle-aged man with brown hair and curly beard raised his head and said, "can you give us some bread?"

    Manda said coldly, "bread also needs money."

    "We have money." the man took out a dozen copper coins from his arms. Worm took them, roughly counted them, and took out three strips of black bread from the warehouse.

    The bread was so hard that the man couldn''t break it. Worm lent him a knife. He cut the bread into small pieces and gave it to the people.

    Bread is hard to swallow. It''s like a roll of toilet paper. You can chew some of it, but there''s always something you can''t chew.

    Looking at the people choking and coughing, worm took the opportunity to sell wine: "come to a mellow and beautiful bar, just five copper coins."

    Manda said angrily, "who told you to cut the price without permission?"

    Worm whispered, "they can''t get more money. They can sell five copper coins without losing."

    They still have money, but they don''t want wine.

    The brown haired man said to worm, "we want to stay here for one night. Just one room."

    Worm was stunned. He was disappointed that the wine didn''t sell, but he didn''t want to miss the opportunity to do business.

    "Forty copper coins for a guest room."

    Worm offered the price, and Manda waited to see the other party''s surprised expression. The price was not cheap.

    The brown haired man looked at the others. They fumbled for their money bags, scraped together forty copper coins and handed them to worm.

    This surprised Manda. There are many inns in the town. Twenty copper coins can find a place to spend a night on water, and thirty copper coins can find a very good room. Few people will choose to live in a pub without drinking, just like no one will go to a bar. The cost performance is too low.

    Unless there is a possibility, they want to avoid God''s punishment.

    Manda can''t smell the taste of ancient god believers on them. Why should they avoid God''s punishment? Manda can''t think of a reason.

    Worm didn''t think so much. He took the money, counted it, and said to the crowd, "Qing, follow me to the second floor."

    The brown haired man stood up and followed worm up the stairs on the second floor. The others followed.

    Late at night, there was really no business. He closed the door of the tavern and ran to the warehouse to make wine.

    The next day, Manda hired a carriage early and went to Denison''s residence. The Viscount''s business was no longer important. Manda just wanted to draw a conclusion whether the two soldiers were Viscount''s tax collectors or not.

    This conclusion is very important for Manda, which is related to whether they can still live in Niujiao town.

    When Denison was not at home, the servant told Manda that he had gone to the Viscount''s Castle last night and had not returned all night.

    Manda sat waiting at the door, waiting until dusk in the morning to see Denison''s drunken figure.

    Although he stumbled, he was still clear headed. Donison patted 80 silver coins in front of Manda and said with a grin: "Congratulations, viscount likes your wine."

    Manda''s excited legs softened, just like the examinee saw his name on the red list. He counted silver coins one by one. He not only had the happiness of harvest, but also accepted the joy of the rest of his life.

    "Order a decent suit. I''ll take you to see the Viscount before the new year and prepare more wine. The Viscount doesn''t think ten barrels are enough."

    Manda thanked again and again. When she left, she couldn''t help asking a question: "if you don''t want to drink, will anyone sleep in the pub?"

    "Who would be so stupid? The things in the tavern are so expensive! Unless he is a heretic." donison burped and looked at Manda with a little vigilance. He knew that the count''s people could not get rid of the heretic, but he hoped Manda would not cause him more trouble.

    "What if they''re not heretics?" Manda believed in her judgment.

    Denison was stunned, thought for a moment and said, "do they have anything special?"

    "They are very poor, their clothes are very worn, and they have nothing of value. They should be refugees fleeing famine. They have a leader. Those people respect him and listen to him."

    "What does it mean to respect him?"

    Manda recalled carefully: "he always walks in the front. When he doesn''t speak, others won''t speak. He will distribute the food, and others are willing to give the only money to him."

    "Is he always ahead?" donison''s ears trembled, and the message seemed very important.

    "Yes, every time." Manda recalled that none of them had ever walked in front of a brown haired man.

    "No!" donison suddenly sobered up. "You may have met a Punisher."