Chapter 141

"Tavern, I remember the most famous oak tavern in irvindale town? The wild boar steak rice and flame cooking wine there taste very good."

Horace recalled the detailed memories of more than two years ago and stood at the entrance of the silent street in some confusion.

This alley doesn't seem to be the way to the oak tavern.

"Oak tavern? Ha ha, it has become a past tense and turned into ashes under a fire," Congreve explained in detail. "Now the tavern is the best tavern in irvindale Town, not one of them!"

It sounds very good. Horace believes what his partner says, and his quiet heart is intrigued by a trace of interest.

Liquor and beauty are the favorites of mercenaries. Sometimes liquor is more important to mercenaries.

"What's the name of the tavern?"

"Tavern!" said Congreve subconsciously. Then they stood at the entrance of the street like fools with big eyes and small eyes.

"... you mean, the name of the tavern is... Tavern."

"Of course, you think so?" groaned Congreve, and then stepped into the silent alley. "Lucky goddess, I hope we can catch today's business hours."

Boom!

A dull voice sounded in the alley. A slightly strong body crashed into the hard alley wall, slipped slowly and fell on the cold ground.

"Another waste, drunk after only one drink, wasting my time!" a hoarse and irritable voice came from the broken wooden door, which seemed very dissatisfied.

"Hey, two little guys." the huge body hidden in the shadow of the wooden door noticed Horace and Congreve approaching, and his eyes fell on them at random. He should have come to the tavern at this time. It happened that the debugging of wheat wine lacked one or two experimenters.

"The last cup before closing. Are you coming?"

Horace dares to swear that when he looks over, he will definitely feel the smell of a prehistoric beast, which is terrible and suffocating.

"Of course, sir, it's a great honor to enter your tavern."

On the contrary, kanglifu beside him seemed to be used to it. He bent down his burly body slightly, didn't care about his humble appearance, and then threw out a heavy linen bag.

"This is 100 gold shields. It's the wine money for both of us!"

"Come in!" the invisible force opened the heavy oak door, as if welcoming the guests.

But at the moment, as a guest, kanglifu did not dare to relax. This was the fifth time that he had been blessed by the goddess of luck to enter the tavern, so he knew the temper of the tavern owner.

The wine drinker who collapsed in the corner is a good proof!

Horace carefully followed kanglifu into the tavern. Before entering, he looked back at the drunken drunkard and seemed to notice that there was an inexplicable pressure on the uncontrollable life energy.

"Extraordinary knight?!"

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Judging from the old appearance outside, this tavern is not small and occupies almost half of the silent alley.

However, the impression of everything changed after entering. The interior decoration of the tavern was rough and heavy. The left and right sides were filled with brown wooden barrels, leaving only a narrow aisle. The open cork filled the air with the smell of wheat wine.

For gulagas, drinking is the only thing more important than fighting, especially his uncontrollable desire for stronger and stronger ale. (gulagas has an unswerving love for ale.)

Driven by this extreme desire, he began to constantly look for the strongest and most unusual raw materials for distillation, and brewing some wheat wine himself.

The brewed wheat wine always needs different people to try and put forward opinions. The significance of this tavern is here to provide him with constant perception and inspiration.

Of course, as a true 'winemaker', gulagas doesn't mind giving trivial rewards to those who try.

"What kind of ale do you want to drink?" gulagas twisted his huge body, and his orange red beard wiped the wine stained desktop.

Kanglifu and Horace sat in high chairs through the narrow aisle. After they looked at each other unnaturally, kanglifu, a familiar guest, took the lead in speaking.

"It doesn't matter if you have a high concentration of ale."

He had a certain understanding of the tavern owner in front of him. A drinker who had an uncontrollable pursuit of high concentration wheat wine especially liked brewing by himself, and then invited some guests to try it.

If it's just these, it's good, but when the drinker has terrible strength and has a moody, irritable and impulsive temper, everything becomes less beautiful.

However, none of the above will prevent it from becoming the default "holy land" for all mercenaries in the town of ewendell.

Because those wheat wine with high concentration can slightly improve their strength.

Horace nodded slightly to the tavern owner, which meant that he had the same choice as Congreve. When the tavern owner turned to make wine, he carefully observed the people in front of him.

Orange red hair is scattered on the back, and the smooth top of the head seems to be printed with some kind of Dharma pattern, which has a strange feeling. The ring buckle with special metal texture binds the disordered beard and wanders constantly with the action of the tavern owner,,

The huge body looks like a feeling of obesity, but sometimes the curly muscles give people a strong sense of strength. The most obvious is that when making wine, the extremely subtle vast life energy flashes away.

"Happy hour, welcome to enjoy!" gulagas didn't care about Horace's observation. He could crush and tear up the existence of this weak chicken.

"OK, thank you, boss!" Congreve couldn't wait to take a sip of high concentration ale, and the bright red color climbed up his cheeks, and his sober eyes were confused and blurred.

Horace, who came for the first time, also learned something. He drank the wheat wine in his hand, and the spilled thick liquor exuded an intoxicating aroma.

Bone! Bone!

Before they could taste the ale in their mouth, Congreve and Horace sank their heads, then slipped to the bottom of the table like unconscious and lay on the ground of the tavern regardless of their image.

Seeing the situation in front of him, gulagas didn't know where to find a notepad, which recorded all kinds of data and wine information.

"Eh!?"

Gulagas, who was collecting data, took a surprised look at Horace. There seemed to be strange things in the little guy's body, but these were none of his business.

For gulagas, drinking and wine making are the most important things. Everything else is nothingness. Oh, and fighting can interest me a little.

Horace and Congreve were as like as two peas in the cold alley when they threw away the body of the drunk and threw him out of the door.

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"Well, don't hide any more. What's the matter? Shadow flow disciple." gulagas closed the door of the tavern, turned and looked at the shadow in the corner. His calm eyes seemed to see through everything and locked the slimming shadow hidden in the shadow.

"I'm sorry, Lord gulagas. I have to come uninvited. Lord Gregory is guarding the official residence waiting for you to come." after the hoarse and low words passed the news, they turned into a shadow and disappeared, leaving the tavern quietly.