The tavern in Mannheim Market has a separate street with simple stalls on both sides. Most of the stall owners are wearing blood-stained leather armor and sitting on the ground holding swords. From time to time, passers-by will walk up. Take a look or two, or ask a few questions in a low voice.
This environment made Yaro feel a little familiar inexplicably, a little like the corner street of the Owl Wizard Academy.
But because his money was too tight, Yaro had no intention of wandering around. He walked down the street and when he reached the end of the street, he finally saw the door of the tavern.
Pushing the heavy wooden door, noisy sounds and hot turbid air rush towards you.
The harsh sound of the wooden door attracted the attention of several customers at the door of the tavern. They glanced at Yaro, and then continued their merrymaking. There was no such thing as "everyone knows your strength" as the owner Harvey said. 'There must be a lot of hunting teams rushing to collect'.
Even the bartender didn't receive him. Instead, he stood in the room and shouted: "If you want to come in, come in quickly. Don't block the door one by one. Isn't it interesting to stand at the door?"
Yaro walked into the room and asked with a smile: "Don't you know me?"
The bartender was a young man in his twenties. While wiping the glass, he looked up and looked at it a few times, and said:
"I get up before dawn every day and have to work until late at night. I haven't seen what it's like during the day outside for I don't know how long. Why do I know you? What? Can I get a raise if I know you?"
Yaluo was happy, "Of course not, I don't know your boss."
"Tch, that's okay!"
The bartender felt emboldened, lowered his head, and wiped the glass a little faster, "Would you like anything? If not, don't waste my time."
Yaro was not annoyed and said with a smile: "You are quite interesting...Okay, what kind of food do you have here? What are the prices?"
Yaluo was short of magic stones because he bought purification potions, and he was short of gold coins because he was 'burned' by magic spells. He was not short of silver coins.
It's okay to eat a few normal meals.
Well... the key is that it's normal. He can't afford the high-end meal that the magic stone starts with.
The bartender didn't even look up, "Warcraft meat..."
"Just regular food," Yaro interrupted.
"Spelled broth, 5p a portion, brown bread porridge, 3p a portion."
Wheat bran is the skin that falls off when wheat is ground into flour, similar to the red peel inside peanuts.
Spelled wheat is considered horse feed in the Viscounty of Corrie.
The ingredients of spelt broth are pretty predictable.
Black bread, the more conscientious one, is made with a small amount of wheat flour mixed with a large amount of bran. The black bread is also mixed with a large amount of sawdust. When it cools down, it becomes harder than wood. It can be used as a weapon in times of crisis.
'Spelled bran broth' paired with 'brown bread porridge', this level of dining would make ordinary people cry.
Yaro frowned displeased and leaned forward. The metal arm armor hidden under his robe hit the shiny bar table, making a dull collision sound.
Snap!
"Do you have a habit of feeling uncomfortable without being spanked?"
The bartender stood up suddenly: "You come and try..."
Before he finished speaking, a decadent middle-aged drunkard walked over in a few steps and shouted:
"Oops! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! This brat lost his love today. Haha, I told you a long time ago. What's the big deal? You might as well drink..."
The bartender looked unconvinced: "Uncle Hank, I didn't..."
"Shut up! Get one...two glasses of single-malt Firewhiskey!"
The bartender said weakly: "No, the aunt said that I can only sell you three glasses of wine a day. If you have already finished three glasses, if I sell it to you, the aunt will blame me."
"You talk so much, you talk so much, am I not going to give you the money or what? Give me wine... wine!"
The drunkard pretended to start beating people, vividly showing the image of a drunkard going crazy.
Yaro could see that the middle-aged drunkard was trying to distract the young bartender, but he was also happy to see the results.
Because being a bartender is just a small thing.
Instead, it was this middle-aged alcoholic, Yaro who had experienced many battles, who felt the smell of gunpowder smoke in his body.
It's not the kind of murderous intent that targets people. He doesn't have the habit of observing human beings' fatal weaknesses.
Therefore, it is very likely that he is an old hunter of the hunting team.
Is this considered sleepiness and meeting the pillow?
Yaro thought so and stopped the drunkard with a smile.
"It's not a big deal, forget it."
This sentence is talking about the drunkard, and it is also talking about what happened before.
Then Yaro turned back to the bartender and said: "Give this uncle a glass of fire whiskey, and get me a glass of juice."
Yarrow's intention was obvious, he wanted to buy Uncle Hank a drink.
"Well, if I serve another roast lamb to this gentleman... it will all be charged to my account!"
Uncle Hank shouted drunkenly... Well, this sentence was particularly drunk, as he was swaying around and about to fall down at any time.
"Don't worry, I'm just short of money. I want to go hunting for monsters in the Dark Plains. I'm going to find a hunting team to join."
There is nothing wrong with being short of money.
If you are powerful but poor, who would dare to make a wrong decision?
They should all be lucky if they don't take advantage of others.
Then...Uncle Hank fell drunk on the bar.
Just when Yaro was about to help him, a gentleman next to him who was drinking gracefully and slowly from a wine glass suddenly said:
"Sir, we actually only dare to look for lone monsters on the edge of the dark plain, and we have to make long preparations before we dare to take action. With your strength, you don't actually need to join us at all, and... during this time we I am also resting, and I don’t know how long it will take before I set out next time.”
Yaro glanced at him, then glanced at the surrounding drinkers, and suddenly said: "Is this your captain?"
Although it is a question, what it says is conclusive.
This can be judged from their stance and subtle facial reactions.
"Uh...yes." The gentleman was stunned for a moment, then nodded and admitted.
"Okay," Yaro stood up, "Your captain is already 'drunk', so you definitely don't have the right to agree to my joining?"
Yarrow emphasized the pronunciation of 'drunk'.
"...I'm sorry, that's true." The gentleman bowed apologetically.
Yaro pointed to the empty seat beside him: "Can you explain to me the situation in the Dark Plains? I'm very curious about it. Of course, I can also buy you a drink."
"This..." The gentleman's eyes were a little vague.
At this time, Uncle Hank, who was already drunk at the bar, moved his fingers slightly...
"Of course! It's my pleasure. Please bring me a glass of gin." The gentleman smiled.
Yaro immediately added: "Yes! There is also a glass of juice and a roast lamb..."
"Charge it to this drunk gentleman's account!"
(End of chapter)
