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In the free world, in the Santorius province in the southern part of the Fleur Empire, a warrior covered in gorgeous iron armor laughed and pushed open the wooden door of the "Wind Eagle" tavern in Tanzania City, while using his loud voice to cover the whole body.
The bell hanging above the wooden door echoed with a clear voice: "A large glass of ale!"
"Oh, it's Lott!" As the brawny-looking bartender nodded in agreement, one of the loud men sitting in front of the bar immediately turned around and said, "Where are you going crazy again?
Are you here? Why did it take you so long to come back?"
"You actually drink this weird cocktail."
Without answering the other party's question, the warrior Lot who sat next to the other party threw the huge sword he was wearing on the ground heavily: "What's so good about this kind of wine that only women drink? It's not as good as ale."
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"What do you know? This is a drink specially prepared for adventurers." The man who was laughed at by Lott did not care about the other party's attitude at all, and the smile on his face became more ambiguous: "I
But I have specifically observed that they use this kind of thing when fishing for beautiful ladies, so..."
"So this is what women drink."
He let out a heavy snort of disdain. The tall and round Lott reached out and took the large glass of ale handed over by the bartender into his arms. Then after a period of heavy drinking, he let out a contented sigh: "Ah - so
The cool taste, this is the feeling I want."
"It's still very cold now, so be careful and end up drinking too much." Another drinker gathered in front of the bar then straightened his neck: "If Jenna kicks you out again, no one will pick you up.
I’m back, hahahaha!”
"Pierce! Do you deserve a beating again?" Lott, who was holding the wine glass, immediately raised his head again: "If you dare, challenge me again!"
"Come on, I don't want to fight with you when you're drunk." The drunkard named Pierce then retracted his head: "I don't know the weight when I start, if I accidentally break another one...
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"No, no, no, the big deal... Hier - just drink a little less."
Lott let out a big belch of contentment and withdrew his gaze, retracting his body together: "Anyway... there are no damn patrol missions recently, I can take a good rest."
"I asked why I haven't seen you recently. It turns out you went on patrol." The man who was sipping a cocktail and slapping the armored warrior showed a clear face: "Why, Lord Romlia is looking for you again."
Is your squadron in trouble?"
"That bastard from Romilia, I will definitely--" when I see him in the future.
Opening his eyes, which became much redder after drinking, Warrior Lott then slowly lowered the arm he had just raised: "Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with him..."
"Hey, our man Hanlot didn't get drunk this time." The man pointed at the other person and laughed again for a while, then his eyes fell on the other person again: "What's the reason for that?"
"It seems...Hiccup."
After taking another sip of ale, Lott, who looked satisfied, replied in a lazy voice: "It seems that some big shot is coming, and he is going to pass through our city of Tanzania or something..."
"Are you talking about that guy who came back?" Before he could finish his words, another drinker sitting side by side at the bar of the pub panted and said the answer he knew: "I heard that
Relatives of Lord Romlia and the like..."
"We can't talk about relatives. Their grandfather is still several generations away." Warrior Lott waved his hand heavily: "But his surname is indeed Romlia. This should be correct."
"It must be a victim that some shameless imperial noble wants to use as a tool!" A drinker in the corner of the tavern then made his own drunken comment: "How can an outsider withstand the courtesy of so many people?
?Even Emperor Drenir wants to meet him in person? Impossible!"
"The emperor's personal interview is just a rumor."
Entering the noisy tavern at night, there was a moment of silence with the appearance of this shout, and then returned to normal again with the voice of the man sitting closest to Locke: "After all, we are now
The authenticity of the news I heard needs to be confirmed. It is not clear what the origin of the guy who ran back from nowhere is. If I were the emperor, I would not easily receive such a guy who appeared out of nowhere..."
"But he will definitely pass by our place now."
He raised his head and poured the last few drops of the wine into his mouth. The soldier Lot turned his hand and handed the wine glass to the bartender in front of him again: "I heard that the big man has a deep connection with the province of Santerius. From now on,
Maybe he will live in this place often, so in order to ensure the safety of the surrounding area, Captain Grian also assigned the patrol mission early..."
"The current situation is so bad, we should have strengthened the surrounding guards." The drinking buddy who also picked up the wine glass echoed in a low voice: "If something like that in Zaraha City really happened, you alone would
But there’s nothing you can do.”
"We have circled around the city of Tanzania more than ten times!" Soldier Lott waved his arm: "Even if there are really restorationists lurking in the city, we have no other way! They
Let love be what it is!"
"Don't give up in a hurry, Lot."
Holding a red cocktail glass, the man sitting at the edge of the bar slowly smiled: "Trouble may not always be an opportunity. That mysterious big shot may really be as good as the rumors."
With some skills, since he is a descendant of a noble, he might also have some means of managing the territory..."
"I don't think so." The armor-clad warrior shook the smell of alcohol from his mouth vigorously: "I, Lot, have seen the skills of the Romlia family two years ago, and his distant relatives... Even if
No matter how powerful he is, how can he be higher than Bernard?"
"Goshawk Army... Hey." The man who heard these words also chuckled and turned the lower edge of his wine glass: "The battle in the Sky City has indeed become the biggest joke of the Imperial Army in recent times.
But if I were asked to choose between Bernard and Balmos, I would still choose Bernard. At least he is a strong man and can protect the safety of our place for a period of time..."
"Come on, I think our small town will suffer sooner or later." A drunken drinker sitting on the other side of the bar also inserted his voice into the conversation: "The incident of the Dark Witch has just spread, listen.
He said that he has already fled near us, and that the lord is so incompetent that he follows the nobles in the capital around every day..."
boom!
The sound of jingling bells echoed once again in the sound of the door opening inside the tavern. The door of the tavern not far from the bar was suddenly slammed to both sides. An officer wearing an imperial military uniform then stepped out under the escort of two guards.
Entering the suddenly quiet tavern, his condescending gaze also fell on Locke, who was nearest: "Locke, you are still lazy here..."
"Open your dog eyes and take a good look at Levin. I just came back from the Gemenan River."
As if he didn't have any respect for this officer in imperial uniform, Locke, who was facing the bar, turned his head impatiently: "You've already caught wind of this before I even get hot on my ass here.
?"
"I don't have the leisure to follow you around."
The officer who seemed to be very angry at the other party's attitude, with a look of disgust on his face, waved the noble handkerchief in front of him, and withdrew his arrogant eyes from looking around the tavern, with a look on his face.
His disdain fell on Locke: "His Excellency the Marquis of Romlia has issued the latest order to implement a second-level alert for Tanzania City and surrounding areas. All foreign residents who do not belong to the Santerius Province and those passing by will
Adventurers must accept our strict inspection and interrogation!"
"We are all busy working on this matter, but you are still drinking here?" He looked at the open-mouthed surprised expressions of the drinkers in the tavern with satisfaction, and then his fingers wearing white noble gloves fell on
Locke said: "Don't you feel ashamed, captain of the third squadron of the second battalion of Santerius Province?"
"This captain has been patrolling outside for at least three days, and I haven't even taken off my armor once." He drove away the opponent's fingers with a drunken breath, and Captain Locke replied with disdain: "Compared to some people who have been working all day.
For a girl who can only hide in the city and compete with other nobles for favor, it should be much better."
"What did you say?" The officer known as Leven immediately raised his eyebrows angrily: "You, you are insulting the commander!"
"I have stressed to you many times, if you have any questions, go and talk to General Steele." Locke, who was still slumped in front of the bar, rubbed his armor and creaked: "That is my direct commander.
, not some bullshit Lord."
"You, you..." As if he was trembling with anger from the other party, the officer named Li Wen started to tremble with his finger pointing at the other party: "You actually... actually... you two! How dare you disrespect your superior.
Catch the bastard!"
"Look, look, there's another good show happening!"
Looking at the two guards who came forward from behind the officers, the other drinkers sitting in the tavern showed no sign of timidity. They all raised their glasses to the people who were about to clash in front of them.
Someone shouted loudly at the door of the tavern: "Another contest between the imperial nobles and the imperial military! Who will be the winner?"
"I thought there would be no drama like this recently, but I didn't expect... today is really my lucky day."
"Lai lai lai, the market is open. I bet twenty rounds that Locke will win."
"No, no, no, these two qualities seem pretty good this time. I bet that Li Wen will win in ten rounds."
The noisy atmosphere filled with alcohol instantly occupied every corner of the tavern, as if even the fire near the middle of the wall had become stronger. Locke, who gradually stood up amidst the cheers, then smiled and arched his head around.
He handed over his hand and threw the wine glass in his hand aside: "I owe you this glass first, Uncle Paul."
"I, let me tell you! These two are gold-medal mercenaries that I bought from the Minister of Finance for a lot of money!" Seeing Locke's ferocious face gradually enlarging in his field of vision, Li Wen retreated and faced the guards.
The two guards in front of him shouted loudly: "If you don't obey, I will let them give you..."
"Come on, kid, when I was killing people on the battlefield with my saber, you didn't know where to play in the mud."
Locke, who twisted his fists and glanced at the other party, then focused on the two guards who almost collided with him: "As for these two..."
Boom!
A huge impact sound that was enough to shake the entire tavern then appeared between the gaps between the three armors of different shapes, accompanied by the sight of Locke's suddenly stretched out hands and the swords and guns of the two people flashing together, and he headed towards
The warrior suddenly flew into the night sky outside the tavern. Huge veins appeared on the face of the warrior who grabbed the weapons of the two men with his bare hands. With a sudden huge roar, he threw them straight with their swords.
Entering the lively tavern, the sound of tables and chairs being smashed was followed by the sound of drinkers cursing and ducking as they dragged them deeper into the tavern, and were soon cheered by more drinkers.
The sound of booing filled the air, and Locke, who was standing there looking at this achievement, then clapped his hands with satisfaction, as if he didn't intend to wait for the two guards to come back for the second round: "I want to catch him."
Me? Practice your own skills first and then talk about it, idiot."
"You, you...I want to file a complaint!" Officer Leven, who was left alone, stepped back with a stern voice: "You insulted the officer, insulted the Marquis of Romlia!"
"Everyone in this city knows that I insulted that guy." The warrior Locke approached the opponent with a grin and said impatiently: "Can you find two more reasonable reasons?"
"You, you, you... you neglected your duty!" Officer Li Wen rolled his eyes back and forth: "You disappeared in the city for three whole days, and when you came back, you went to the pub to drink and have fun... You must not have gone out on patrol.
Instead, he ran out to have a good time and have a good time!"
"Boy, don't say random things."
It seemed that the other party mentioned something that could not be mentioned, and the smile that had been on Locke's face slowly disappeared: "I agree that I insulted the commander, but the work that I and my brothers did...
But I can't let it be erased by a word from this guy like you."
"You said you just came back from the Gmenan River. Do you...do you have any evidence?" Levin, who grabbed a life-saving straw, immediately smiled and challenged: "Do you have any evidence of where you performed patrol duties?"
"Patrol is patrol, what kind of bullshit evidence do you need?" Locke, frowning, raised his fist towards the shrinking officer: "Does it count that my captain has more than a dozen brothers on patrol to testify? I am an outsider.
Does it count if it’s not put into the city?”
"you--"
Jingle Bell.
The cold wind outside the door gradually leaked into the scene inside the tavern. The bell hanging on the tavern door rang for the third time in the ears of every drinker present. A man carrying a huge package and a man protected by a man
The white-haired woman in her arms then opened the door and walked into the tavern while they were all watching: "...yo."
"Hello." He looked at the silent scene of the soldier with raised fists confronting the officer, and scratched his hair with some distress: "I..."
"I didn't disturb you, did I?" (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!