"Pub, I remember the most famous Oak Tavern in Irvingdale town, right? The boar chop rice and flame soju tasted very good."

Horace recalled the memoirs of more than two years ago and stood in a confused way at the entrance of the quiet street.

The alley does not seem to be the road leading to the Oak Tavern.

"Oak Tavern? Haha, it's been a thing of the past, turning into ashes under a fire," Congliff explained in detail. "Now the tavern is the best tavern in Irvingdale town, no one!"

It sounded very good, Horace believed in the words of his partner, and his quiet heart was seduced to a trace of interest.

Spirits and beauty are the favorites of mercenaries, and sometimes spirits are even more important to mercenaries.

"What is the name of the tavern?"

"Public!" Kangriff said subconsciously, and then the two of them stood at the entrance of the street like fools and stared at the corner of the street.

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

"Of course, do you think?" Congliff whispered, then stepped into the silent alley. "The goddess of luck is favored by us, and I hope we can catch up with today's business hours."

Bang!

A dull sound rang in the alley, and a slightly strong body slammed on the hard alley wall, slowly sliding down and falling on the cold ground.

"It's another waste. I got drunk after just one drink, wasting my time!" A hoarse and irritable voice came from the tattered wooden door, as if I was very dissatisfied.

"Hey, two little guys." The huge body hidden in the shadow of the wooden door noticed the approaching Horace and Congreve, and their eyes fell on them at will. At this time, it should be the tavern. It just so happened that one or two attempters were missing for the debugging of ale.

"Are you going to come for the last drink before closing?"

Horace dared to swear that when the gaze came over, he absolutely felt the aura of a prehistoric beast coming, terrifying and suffocating.

"Of course, senior, I'm honored to be in your tavern."

On the contrary, Kangliff next to him seemed to be used to this, bent down his burly body slightly, ignored his humble appearance, and threw out a heavy linen bag.

"This is 100 gold shield, it's the money for both of us to drink!"

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

But as a guest, Congliff did not dare to relax at all. This was the fifth time he had entered this tavern with the favor of the goddess of luck, so he knew the temper of the tavern owner.

The drunkard slumped to the ground in the corner is a good proof!

Horace carefully followed Congreve into the tavern. Before entering, he looked back at the drunken and dreamy drunkard, as if he could sense a wisp of uncontrollable life energy that was overflowing with inexplicable pressure.

"Extraordinary Knight?!"

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Judging from the old appearance outside, this tavern is quite large, occupying almost half of the Silent Alley.

But all the impressions were changed after entering. The interior of the tavern was rough and heavy, with brown wooden barrels piled on both sides, leaving only a narrow corridor. The opened block made the air smell of fragrant wine everywhere.

For Gulagas, drinking is the only thing more important than fighting, especially his irresistible desire for ale that is stronger and stronger. (Gulagas has a determined love for ale.)

Driven by this extremely eager heart, he began to constantly look for the strongest and most unusual ingredients for distillation, and brewed some ale himself.

The brewed ale always requires different people to try and make suggestions. The meaning of this tavern is here, providing him with constant insights and inspiration.

Of course, as a true ‘wine-making master’, Gulagas didn’t mind giving those who tried it some insignificant rewards.

"What kind of ale do you want to drink?" Gulagas twisted his huge body, and his orange-red beard wiped the tabletop covered with wine stains.

Congreve and Horace sat in a high chair through the narrow aisle. After the two looked at each other unnaturally, the regular customer Congreve spoke first.

“The taste does not matter if you have high concentrations of ale.”

He had a certain understanding of the tavern owner in front of him. A drunkard who had an uncontrollable pursuit of high-concentration ale was particularly fond of brewing by himself, and then invited some guests to try it out.

If it were just these, it was pretty good, but when the drunkard had extremely terrifying strength and had a moody and irritable temper, everything became less beautiful.

However, none of the above prevents this from becoming the default "holy land" for all mercenaries in Irvingdale towns.

Because those ale wines with high concentrations have the effect of subtle improvement of strength.

Horace nodded slightly to the tavern owner, meaning that he was the same choice as Congreve, but he took advantage of the tavern owner to turn around and get the wine to watch the person in front of him carefully.

The orange-red hair is scattered on the back, and the smooth top of the head seems to be printed with some magic patterns, which makes it look strange and strange. The special metal buckles bind the messy beard, and they keep swaying with the movements of the tavern owner,

The huge body looks like obesity, but the sometimes-stringed muscles give people a strong sense of power. The most obvious thing is that when brewing wine, the extremely subtle vast life energy flashes.

"Happy time is ready, you are welcome to enjoy it!" Gulagas didn't care about Horace's observation. He could crush and tear the existence of this weak chicken at will.

"Okay, thank you for the boss!" Kangriff couldn't wait to drink all the high concentration ale in one sip, and instantly the bright red color climbed onto his cheeks, his already sober eyes were confused and blurred.

Horace, who was here for the first time, also learned something. He drank the ale in his hand in one sip, and the thick wine sprinkled with a intoxicating aroma.

Gulu! Gulu!

Before she could taste the ale in her mouth, Congrive and Horace's heads sank, then she slid to the bottom of the table as if she had lost consciousness, lying on the ground of the tavern regardless of her image.

When Gulagas saw the situation in front of him, he didn't know where to find a notepad, which was densely recorded with various data and drink information.

“Huh!?”

Gulagas, who was collecting data, looked at Horace in surprise. There seemed to be something strange in the little guy's body, but it was nothing to do with him.

For Gulagas, drinking and making wine are the most important things, and the rest are nothingness, and there is also fighting that can arouse my interest a little.

With a throwaway, Horace and Congrive's drunken bodies were thrown out by him, and they were exactly the same as the guy before, lying in the cold alley.

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"Okay, no need to hide anymore, is there anything? Shadowman." Gulagas closed the door of the tavern, turned around and looked at the shadows in the corner, and his calm eyes seemed to see through everything, locking on the thin figure hidden in the shadows.

"Sorry, Lord Gulagas, I had no choice but to come uninvited. Lord Gregory is guarding the official residence and waiting for you to come over." After the hoarse and low words passed the message, they then turned into a shadow and disappeared, leaving the tavern quietly.
Chapter completed!