Magical Adventure Book
[Chapter 10-2] Welcome to Jarless City
The man's name is Siderun Twisky. A good-natured cowboy from the town of Jarless. The owner of the inn, as well as the mayor there. The point is that he's important.
That's what he told me at the introduction. Not to brag, but rather to convince us, that he is not a bad guy like a desert bandit.
He then invited us to go visit his beloved city, which was not too far from where we were almost preyed upon, the monsters of carnivorous lizards.
At first, Yenz tried to reject the invitation, but after the man with the tiles explained the danger of continuing on, he finally accepted.
It was clearly visible on his face a dissatisfied expression. But, how else. In the breeding period of carnivorous lizards, when the monster becomes ferocious outside its nest, it is certainly not a smart decision to continue the journey. We don't know which path is safe.
In concert. I was with Yenz riding a brown horse, following the man with his donkey to Jarless. A slow ride, filled with pleasant small talk by Mr. Twisky.
A lot of his fresh guyonan made us laugh, so subconsciously, we have arrived across the city gate. With the arch above it was clearly written, "Welcome To Jarless."
Away from the fire. The proverb was most apt to describe my disappointment, when looking directly at the shape of Jarless' small town.
The place that I thought was beautiful and full of warm hospitality, turned out to be a hundred and eighty degrees deviated from expectations.
Honestly speaking, from a distance of ten meters, the smell of pesing was smelled. Closer still, the sickening aroma is increasingly not due to mix with various other unclear odors.
Her thing was, the man with the sideburns looked completely unperturbed. Inhaling without hesitation, as if the air entering his nose, contained only fresh oxygen, without the mixture of unpleasant odors accompanying.
Don't know how. Probably because he has lived in this city for a long time. His nose was already immune to that inhuman smell.
This dilapidated city consists of only eight buildings, quite large in size facing each other. Split by a wide street, which is decorated with various animal dung, such as horses, goats, chickens, and so on.
Not to be left behind, a pile of miscellaneous garbage scattered at several points. Adding to Mr. Twisky's "beautiful" panorama of the city.
Even in this city, nothing is really worth using, let alone inhabited. The windows are patched with boards, the front door of the house sloping because one hinge is loose, the roof with tiled sagging or hollow at all, to the wall of the wooden house with a board that was released. Everything was left unchecked, like there was no attempt to fix it.
That's the condition of the building here. At least that's the state of six of the city's eight filler buildings. Only two look well-preserved, and both are high-rise buildings in the central part of the small town of Jerless.
On the left, a building with a tower loomed in front of it. It has an open room at the top, which should have a big bell there.
That I believe is the house of worship, which has lost its bell, to call worshipers.
It's kind of sad I saw it.
Opposite him is only one house, a two-story building with a board reading "Motel" hanging from the ceiling of the terrace threshold, which is reached after climbing four steps.
I am beginning to regret being invited to this place.
The weight, the smell, the aridity, and somehow, this town - as far as I can see - contained only the sour-faced moustached men, who were the source of the pugnacious smell around the city. Makes me unsure about the quality of the inn.
"It seems true to you that we should not take Mr. Twisky's advice" I whispered to Yenz. In front of the inn, after getting off the horse.
Not yet overwritten my words, the big man who owns this town called out, "Come on, gentlemen. I'm sure you're hungry, right? Be prompt. Our chef's cooking is guaranteed to be very tasty." On the terrace of the inn he said while swinging his hand.
"Pray that the food isn't as bad as the city, '" said Yenz. Move on.
I climbed the stairs while following the beautiful man's advice in my heart. Accompanied by anxious expectations, so that the fragile board hung on the threshold of the terrace, did not fall on the head when I passed it.
Passing through the double wooden door without hinges, I was again surprised. This time in a positive sense.
Far from my shadow. The inside of this motel is not as seedy as the outside. It is not exactly one hundred percent good, but it can still be called worthy to be visited.
Clean with no dust flying, a round table and four chairs surrounding it are well arranged, as well as ornaments on the wall that criss-cross with windows and petromaks hanging. Obviously none of this was possible for the oddball men outside.
Most likely, the skinny old man, with a pale face behind the bar table, who was taking orders from that Mr. Twisky, became the mastermind of all the good in this inn.
As soon as the goat-bearded man moved, Mr. Twisky approached us whom he had allowed to sit down to mince words for a moment.
"Please wait a minute, gentlemen. Our chef and innkeeper, Lapo Hadak, is preparing a treat for you. After that he'll show you your room upstairs. Sorry if I can't accompany the meal, because there are some things to do as a mayor. Don't worry, and hopefully be at home in this inn."
After speaking and patting us on the shoulder three times, the man with the tiles on his back immediately came out without looking again.
We both waited quietly for the dish, whose aroma burst from the kitchen door. Right next to the long shelf of drink bottles.
I didn't know what to talk about, so resignedly caught up in the awkward atmosphere. However, at least I am grateful, because my prayer about food seems to be granted.
"You don't feel weird about this place?" Yenz opened the chat with a whispering question.
I frowned, trying to digest her words. "Ordinary what do you mean? Come on, don't be prejudiced against the man who saved our lives. If there were no Mr. Twisky, we might have become the carnivorous lizard's food by now" I argue, also in a whispering voice.
Yenz took a deep breath. "Listen to me. You see ...."
Yenz's words stopped because he heard the door open. From the kitchen direction, the Old man named Lapo Hadak came out while carrying a large tray made of metal.
I was a bit sanctioned when I saw him. Worried that the old man's trembling hands couldn't carry a heavy tray of dishes, all the way to our table.
Amazingly, it turned out that he was able to quickly step up to where we were, and dexterously, the skinny hand moved, following arranging the contents in the tray onto the table.
My appetite dropped slightly when I saw the three types of food served. Thick yellow porridge, long hard bread, also a headless roasted lizard. It made me think of a ferocious reptile that almost preyed on us in the desert.
Our attention was seized by a deep, soft voice, which was somehow accompanied by an anxiety-laden vibration. The old man spoke to explain our food menu. From the start of the ingredients, the description of the taste, to other advantages, which are a little more able to improve my appetite.
Just incredible! This old cook's cooking turned out to be very good. The porridge that tastes spicy, slightly sour, and quite savory, is very fitting united with long slices of bread. Not to mention the grilled lizard meat. Behind the burnt skin, stored crisp meat that was like melted on the tongue. Maknyus.
"Gentlemen," called Mr. Hadak, who was still standing by the table.
"What a great meal, sir. You really are a great chef" I praise.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir," he said with a bitter smile, "but will you please listen to my request?"
The front door of the motel swung open, as I was about to respond to the innkeeper's question. Mr. Hadak made his move immediately, before Mr. Twisky walked in over the doorway.
I looked at the old man's skinny back. A little strange in the heart, which begins to say strange things like the words of Yenz.
Butwhat? I don't get it.
