Volume 3: Dramatic Changes in Life Chapter 148: Dream Mentor Tavern (1)

Pushing open the back door of the bar, a strong smell of alcohol and disgusting sweat hit George's nose.

Compared to the deserted streets, inside the bar is a different world:

The mercenaries wearing half-armor were shouting and swearing, pushing and making noises, and from time to time, a few mercenaries would fight over a few silver coins or a few words of provocation;

The businessmen, who were all wrapped in gauze, chose the corner of the tavern and were doing profitable and risky business under the cover of noisy noises;

The civilians who had nothing to do because of the war in the past few days chose a position closer to the wall and poured ale into their mouths, hoping to use the strength of the wine to dispel the fear of the war and the depression in their hearts.

Seeing the overly densely populated tavern, George finally knew where the people who disappeared on the street were hiding.

After thinking about it, George found a seat on the side and sat down, thinking about how long he should stay in the store. Subconsciously, George played with the gold coin that his father-in-law threw to him when he left.

George would not think that Arthur was an aristocratic dandy who did not know the value of gold coins. As the head of an army, it was common for him to manage the armament, food and cashier. But if it is understood as giving alms to George, it is even more unreasonable. Arthur must know that the money in George's gold bag is enough to buy all the pubs on the street.

Thinking of Arthur's upright style, George naturally understood that his money was to pay his own share of expenses. George made a rough estimate. Even if the store provided the best feed for Arthur's horse in the stable, this gold coin would be enough. It can take nearly half a year.

"Half a year? Do you really want me to wait for so long? What a headache!"

George held his head in pain, expressing his headache about the future of waiting in the tavern all day long. It was not that he wanted to go to the Pelada Empire to seek death. After days of traveling with Arthur, he had some ideas. He should continue to live in this plane for a while, at least before being judged, and do his best to honor Lova's parents and ease their pain of losing their daughter. Regardless of whether they are willing to accept him as their son-in-law, George feels that he should do this.

"Guest, guest? What kind of drink do you want?" The weak voice of the barmaid interrupted George's thoughts. Seeing that George finally came to his senses amidst her relentless calls, she timidly handed the menu to George.

"A glass of rye, please, and a steak, please."

George glanced at the short and pointed half-elf ears of the waitress, and then at the menu in her hand. The common Chinese characters on it almost made him fall into the memories of being with Lova again.

The lingua franca of this different world was also taught to him bit by bit by his wife during the year they spent together.

"Ah...Okay, guest, please wait a moment."

The waitress was surprised by George's polite attitude. Due to the recent siege, the bar was crowded with mercenaries who wanted to make blood money and businessmen who wanted to make war fortune. Everyone was not a drunken man. He was making a lot of noise because he was mysteriously trying to get information. In comparison, George's overly polite attitude seemed a bit out of place in this dirty environment.

"It would be perfect if this customer could be so polite when tipping." The waitress placed an order for George with great anticipation, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

But just as the waitress turned around, an oncoming mercenary bumped into her.

George clearly saw that at the moment of the collision, the mercenary deliberately let go of the wine glass in his hand, and the huge and heavy oak wine glass hit the waitress on the head. The low-quality ale spilled on the floor, and her clothes were also Completely soaked by the wine.

Are you here to cause trouble? George's eyes narrowed and his telepathy was activated.