Chapter 46: The Tavern in the Town

"Of course, I won't go. There is a lot of things waiting for me to arrange!" George waved his hand casually. He felt very relaxed in front of the young marquis. This was different from the trembling in front of Prince Alice's Hall.

"George, you want to be lazy!" Henry glanced at his old friend who had been in trouble for many years.

"The conscience of heaven and earth!" George snorted coldly, "I cannot negotiate and implement the soldiers' food, accommodation, defense change, and demographic statistics, which one must be negotiated and implemented in person!? Do you think I, a newly appointed internal affairs officer, are easy to do!?"

"Uncle George, thank you for your hard work!" Lanley said with a smile. He was so glad that he had these two assistants. He had a headache for the affairs George said.

"Give me five extra gold coins every month!" George blinked and took the opportunity to ask for a raise.

"I can give you ten more gold coins!" Lanley said cunningly: "You are also responsible for Uncle Henry's work!"

"I'll take back what I said just now!" George's face looked like a dirt and his mouth was bitter. He had enough work on hand now. If he added the territorial finance, he probably wouldn't even have time to eat and sleep.

"Go out and have a look!" Lanley stood up, "Uncle Henry, if you are busy, I can stroll around alone!"

"Well, call Morgan! We are not at ease if you are alone!" Henry also wanted to study financial issues with George.

"Just leave Morgan here, Miro will follow me!" Lanley said after thinking about it.

"Miro!?" Henry originally wanted to say that it was safer to follow Morgan, a high-level swordsman, but looking at Lanley's confident expression, he thought of the Marquis' magical demon pet who was said to be able to easily defeat the Black Dragon Head, so he swallowed the words to his mouth.

Calling the ox-headed strong man Miro, Lanlei walked out of Baron Donald's residence.

"Marquis, you are...!" As soon as he walked out of the residence gate, Lanle and Miro ran into Terraki, the son of Baron Donald who was hurried back.

"I'm so bored, just go there!" Lanlie said casually.

"Then I'll send two people to protect you. You don't know that the place in Shinjin Town is very chaotic, and there are desperate people who kill and set fire everywhere!" Terraki said with his eyes flashing.

"Thank you for your kindness. I think Miro will protect me!" Ranlie pointed to the burly bull-headed man behind him and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Terraki stopped insisting and stepped aside and made way.

Looking at the backs of the Marquis and the Taurus, Terraki's face was gloomy and gloomy. Subconsciously, he felt that this was an opportunity. In the place of Shinjin Town, he could create an accident at will to kill the Marquis who only had one servant. But reason told him that now is not the best opportunity to take action. The 500 camel cavalry that Molson promised was not in place yet. If the preparations were not sufficient, if the other party was alerted, it would be a waste of time.

"Let you live two more days!" Terraki smiled grimly, turned around and walked into the door. In the end, he decided not to act rashly.

"We have very little information in Celtan!" Henry said in the room, touching his blue chin, which seemed to be very distressed.

"It's enough!" George's face showed a morbid blush and he said gasping: "This old guy Donald is not a self-confident person. It's enough to know this!"

"What do you mean..." Henry asked tentatively.

"What do I mean, don't you know yet?" George's sickly face showed murderous intent: "Donald has been operating this place for nearly ten years. Do you think he will easily give up on his home business?"

"Donald will take risks for this poor place!?" Henry showed a disbelief.

"Are you really confused? Henry! Or is it that all year round of idleness has deteriorated your observation and judgment!" George ruthlessly mocked his old friend: "Think about what our dear Marquis said just now!"

"There is no shortage of rich people everywhere!" Henry ignored the other party's sarcastic tone and replied after a moment of thought.

"Yes! That's the sentence!" George interjected: "Don't you wonder if there are such a wealthy nobleman in such a poor place in Celtan! If there is no other way to make money, do you think Donald would be willing to stay in this ruined Shinjin Town for ten years?"

After looking at the magnificent furnishings and decorations in the room, Henry was silent for a while, and finally smiled self-deprecatingly. Perhaps what the old friend said was right, his observation and judgment had indeed deteriorated a lot.

The luxurious room is even in the capital of Gerdo, it is first-class.

"Our Marquis obviously discovered this. Otherwise, do you think he will respond to my proposal to go out for a walk? "George's eyes showed a faint smile, "I have to say that although our Marquis is young and has no practical experience, it is not easy to fool him with his keen observation and judgment!"

"What should I do now?" Henry asked with a frown. In terms of decisions, he always followed his old friend's lead.

"It's very simple! First of all, although Donald is a baron, the town of Seltan is not his fiefdom. He is just a nominal kingdom official. According to the laws of the kingdom, after the Marquis takes over, he will return to the royal capital to report his duties! Therefore, repatriation of Donald is a reasonable and legal act!"

"Secondly, before repatriation of Donald, we must use all means to find out the source of this Baron's wealth. Old friend, you know that this is very important. If you don't want to put your future work in trouble, then prying Donald's mouth is your best choice!"

"Finally, we must be fully prepared to prevent Donald from jumping into the wall and fighting back! A thousand elite soldiers are almost all our strength, and Donald has been in the Shinjin Town for nearly ten years. I don't believe he will have no private soldiers at all, so before we start, we must find out the strength of this local snake!"

George stretched out three fingers and listed one, two, three like a summary report, with clear organization and clear explanation.

And it seems that only at this time can this pathological man be rejuvenated with endless vitality.

"Of course, except for the first point, the other two points are my ideas!" George took a long breath and smiled: "Maybe, Baron Donald is a selfless official, he will willingly tell how he got rich through hard work in these ten years! Or maybe, Baron Donald, with his love and loyalty to the kingdom, he offered to return to the capital and return home!"

"Is it possible!" Henry asked with a chuckle.

"What do you say!" George picked up a document from the table and handed it to the other party and said with a smile: "I don't know if you noticed it. This information mentioned a nickname from Donald!"

"Seltan's snake!" Henry glanced at it and said thoughtfully.

Pansnake is a fierce and vicious snake monster. Its biggest feature is that it has a strong sense of territory protection. Any creature entering its territory will be attacked by this poisonous monster forever!

Ranle and the bull-headed strong man Miro walked one after another.

Looking at the ragged town residents and then looking at themselves in gorgeous robes, Lanley felt very uncomfortable.

The town residents looked indifferent, and they turned a blind eye to the gorgeously dressed Marquis. In fact, they had no heart to observe others when they were not full.

Lanlie also found that except for the road leading to the town mayor's house, which was paved with neat bluestone, the rest of the places were bumpy dirt roads.

The more you go west, the cooler Lanlie's heart becomes. The dilapidated wooden house, the common people with vegetables on the surface, the dirty ditch that emits a foul smell...!

Lanley once thought that the small town he once lived in was a poor place, but compared to it, it was simply paradise.

This is his territory!? His people!?

The strong bullheaded man Miro followed the Marquis without saying a word. He could think of it with his feet. The Marquis would never be in a good mood at this moment! No one hopes that his territory is like this, and no one hopes that the people of his territory are like this!

After walking around, Ranle could make a clear summary of the situation here.

A small town is equal to an "abandoned capital", while the residents here are equal to a "half-life"!

Lanley didn't understand why Baron Donald could still have a gorgeous and spacious house under the harsh living conditions of the civilians in the town, and the Marquis' Mansion that Old Carlton gave him was nothing more than that!

Next to a tavern, Lanle stopped.

He found the tavern to be one of the few decent buildings in the town. He decided to go in and take a look.

Lord Marquis must be thirsty!

The strong bullhead licked his dry lips. In this hot late summer, it was so pleasant to have a glass of cold foam wine.

Lanlie walked into the tavern, and the strong man in the bull head hurriedly followed.

This is a relatively spacious and tidy tavern. More than a dozen black wooden tables are neatly arranged. Next to the stone wooden staircase connecting upstairs and downstairs, the owner of the tavern with a smart face was lying on the wooden table, wiping the already shiny wine utensils with a rag.

It seems that the business in this tavern is good. More than half of the tables are full of people.

"What do you want to order!"

The tavern owner found Lanlie and the Taurus standing in front of the table, and asked with a professional smile on his face.

Lanlie was slightly stunned because he had no idea what he could choose here.

"In this damn weather, a cool beer should be your best choice. Of course, it would be even more perfect if paired with a fragrant and tender roasted deer leg!" After noticing the other person's expression, the experienced tavern owner quickly gave a warm suggestion. Perhaps it was because of Lanley's gorgeous outer robe, and the attitude of the tavern owner was so enthusiastic.

The strong man with bullhead swallowed a mouthful of saliva subconsciously, and the tavern owner's tempting recommendation easily moved him. He was praying sincerely that the Marquis could light up his noble head.

"Two portions!" Lanlie nodded and said, "I don't want to let go of the bull-headed man's hope."

"Chenghui! Thirty-two silver coins!" said the tavern owner in a very gentle voice.

Lanlie took out a gold coin and put it on the table.

A brilliant spark immediately erupted from the tavern owner's eyes. His chubby hands picked up the gold coins at an unimaginable speed and put them in their pockets!

"Look for your money, wait!" The attitude of the tavern owner is always so enthusiastic and polite to the rich.

Ranle and the ox-headed strong man Miro chose a table and sat down.

After looking around calmly, Lanlie felt a faint doubt in his heart. Human, orc, elves, dwarfs, halflings; rangers, thieves, knights, priests, mages, warriors.

In this small tavern, Lanle discovered almost all races and professions including the continent of Aicaska.

The closest to him is the same group of humans.

The iron canned shape of the whole body of armor and a heavy cross sword fully interpret the profession of this middle-aged man. The companion sitting opposite him was wearing a white robe and holding an ivory staff as white as a clothes in one hand.

A little further away, there are a group of orcs.

A terrifying Tago Tiger Clan, a charming Fox Fox Clan, and a magnificent and savage head Clan with similar appearance to Miro.

Lanlie noticed that the orcs were also looking at them secretly, especially the tauren, with a pair of bull eyes staring at him almost without blinking. Oh no, it should be said that he was staring at Miro beside him.

A dwarf in worn-out armor occupied a table by himself, pouring a large mouthful of wine, and a war hammer that was as old as the armor was thrown aside.

This puzzled Lanley because he heard from Old Frank that besides fine wine, the dwarfs love their armor and weapons the most! This sloppy guy in front of him is definitely an alternative among dwarves.

"Where is my barbecue, my beer!? Why haven't you come yet?" The sharp voice of the half-ling sounded in the tavern. Although this half-ling thief is a small, he has a very irritable temper.

Lanley believes that such a temper should be more suitable for the dwarf who drinks strong alcohol.

"An, An Jing, Tang, Tommy!" A half-ling companion - a human man with some stuttering reached out and pressed the irritable half-ling.
Chapter completed!