The tavern in the early morning was as cold as the streets of Tanzania City in the early morning. Even the air was filled with a cold smell, because the tavern hall that had not been cleaned just after the banquet was also tainted by the messy wine tables placed all over the floor.
The smell of alcohol that has not dissipated is still mixed with the bloody smell left after fights and brawls. Without paying any attention to these pungent and unbearable smells, the imperial soldier who just pushed the door in said:
Sitting in an awkward position at the far left end of the row of drinkers last night, he first said hello to Paul, who was still wiping the wine glass, and then turned his lazy gaze on
Duan Qing, who had just pushed the door open, said: "It seems you have already thought about it."
"Tell me, what can I drink?"
"...If you want it, I'll pay for it."
Sighing, he sat next to the other party. Duan Qing, who endured the pungent smell, looked up and down at the imperial soldier who called himself John: "As long as you think you won't be caught."
"I was one of the soldiers responsible for the night patrol in the southwest of Tanzania last night. It's rest time now." John, who was still looking at Duan Qing, replied with contempt: "I will apply to Captain Locke for exceeding the duty time when I go back.
The salary, as well as the mental damage caused by missing a day’s sleep..."
"Why do I think you look so energetic...ah no, it's nothing."
Looking at the eye drops that had not been wiped off from the corners of the other party's eyes, Duan Qing hurriedly waved his hands: "You are truly a great and loyal imperial soldier, Your Excellency."
"You are smart."
After retracting his glare, the imperial soldier named John threw the metal helmet on the bar in front of him: "For the sake of your fairly good understanding... Boss, a glass of Butland."
"...Fifty gold coins."
The action of wiping the wine glass gradually stopped, and the sturdy Paul cast his eyes on Duan Qing: "Do you want to pay?"
"Give me a drink by the way, even though I have never heard of this kind of wine."
After looking back and forth between the two figures inside and outside the bar for a while, Duan Qing sighed and took out a small platinum coin: "Is this okay?"
"...You are very good, boy. I will let you see the value of this glass of wine."
John raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and with a lazy face, John sat up slightly straighter, and then while Paul's big hand took away the platinum coin, he raised his chin with his hand: "With
The greedy adventurers I have seen are different... By the way, I heard that you are an alchemist?"
"That's right, an alchemist." Duan Qing puffed up his chest proudly: "Of course I made a lot of money through this."
"I remember you once said that you came from Carlo Village, right?" John turned his eyes to the side and knocked on the greasy wooden bar with his other hand: "How could that place like a remote country be like this?
Is there any money for you?"
"The recent population of Kalo Village is quite good, and it is one of the few villages close to the Castle of Thebilis." Duan Qing shook his head and replied: "No matter how bad it is, there will always be a few rich people.
People pass by that place."
"Okay, you've passed this level."
After lowering his head and thinking for a while, John coughed twice as if clearing his throat: "After all, you are a foreigner from the west, and you want to meet such a person openly. If something unexpected happens,
…”
"It sounds very dangerous."
Watching the other party gradually sinking into silence, Duan Qing smiled and scratched his cheek: "Who is that guy named Luke Sehangu?"
"The Water Chief of Tanzania City, the closest valet to Count Romlia in this period of time."
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the ears of the two people along with the reappearance of the tavern owner Paul. Then what appeared in front of them were two glasses of scarlet liquid filled with goblets, and they twisted one of them with their hands.
The imperial soldier in the wine glass then tasted it slightly, and then replied with satisfaction: "But these are not the most important, the most important thing is... He is the master who controls the underground world of Tanzania City, Tanzania City
The biggest gang leader."
"So that's it, it's indeed very dangerous cough cough cough cough cough cough!"
He also pulled his own glass of wine in front of him. Duan Qing, who was about to reply with a smile, was choked by the dark scarlet liquid: "This, such a strong wine..."
"This is the wine invented by the ancestors of the Bootle family. It is the best drink to anesthetize those butchers." John laughed twice: "If you have the courage to drink it, it is enough to impress people, man.
.”
"One, a glass of water, thank you."
Duan Qing, who had already prepared a glass of water that his boss Paul had prepared, drank all of it. Duan Qing, whose face was flushed, then slowly moved his eyes away from the surface of the scarlet liquid: "The Bootle family... I seem to hear
I told you about this family."
"They are butchers on the battlefield, the gods of death in the hearts of all the principalities." John, who took another sip of the wine in his glass, patted his thigh proudly: "Of course, they are also the heroic family of our empire, and the family of every empire.
The idol revered in the hearts of soldiers."
"...Well, the wine produced by their family is indeed worthy of being so strong." Duan Qing touched his nose quite unnaturally: "You... our Frey Empire's comments seem to have always been based on military achievements and
It’s judged by military honors.”
"There are many famous families in the history of the empire. They are all figures who have made countless achievements since the beginning of the empire."
Tilting his head, the soldier named John's face seemed to turn scarlet: "The Roland family, the Otto family, the Gloria family, the Steele family... although not all the imperial generals in history.
They are all composed of people like them, but every descendant who comes out of these families is a famous and strong man. They have all made various achievements in every corner of the Free Continent.
A legendary story is left in the hearts of every Imperial citizen."
"If you want to get the title of 'great' in Frey Empire, you should also have such a story." After saying this, he raised his wine glass to the sky: "May the glory of the empire last forever, adventurer
.”
"So this guy named Luxor Hangu, uh..." Duan Qing shook his head hesitantly: "The Luxor family? Is this family famous?"
"No, it's just a small family." John paused for a moment and then shook his head and replied: "Including that damn Romilia, these families are not very famous. The reason why they can be in Sant
The Liusi Province has been occupied for such a long time only because of the protection of the Empire's Finance Minister and the old Marshal Reid."
"……shelter?"
"Why, do you really think that the ruler of the empire is more noble than the principality?"
He let out a disdainful sneer, and the drunken face of John pouted his lips: "It is not uncommon for officials in the empire to hide their filth, and some places are even worse than the bullshit parliament of the principality.
There are many, not to mention the Luxor family, even the Romlia family has not appeared in the empire's merit book for a long time. The reason why they are able to dominate this place naturally has many unspeakable reasons. If
If it hadn't been for the fuss about the old man's return, our emperor might not even be able to remember his name."
"Ah ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha." So Duan Qing could only continue to smile apologetically: "The empire can still stand on the Free Continent, it must be because of the bravery and strength of the emperor, ha ha ha ha..."
"The empire is too vast, and the Lion Emperor is too far away from here. Even as great as he is, he cannot control everything in this country."
Reaching out and making a gesture of holding hands, John's voice became deeper: "God knows what kind of deal the Luxor family has made with Romlia in the past few months to actually let him sit in that position.
superior."
"That position?" Duan Qing asked doubtfully: "Is it... the position of the water chief? Isn't that a sinecure?"
"A sinecure?"
Looking at the other person with strange eyes, an inexplicable smile gradually appeared on John's face: "Do you know who the deputy minister of water resources of the empire is? It's Simon."
"...Simon?"
"Forget it, no need to say it."
John waved his hand in boredom, and then withdrew his gaze: "You will have a lot to know in the future, a new outsider."
"Um..." Duan Qing scratched his head: "Isn't the minister of the Ministry of Water Resources in charge of water conservancy?"
"There is nothing wrong with your understanding, but the Ministry of Water Resources of the Empire is somewhat...different from the Ministry of Water Resources of other countries."
Shaking his head vigorously, John took another sip of the scarlet wine: "They, like Han Gu here, control the darkest place in the empire."
"...Ah?" Duan Qing wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Yes, is that so? I have never heard of this..."
"Just be careful when you meet that Simon in the future. Few of the imperial officials who fall into his hands will come back alive." John continued to spit out the smell of alcohol in his mouth: "Although I don't know, who is that Luxor?"
How come we are related to someone like Simon..."
"Perhaps it's because of other reasons we don't know." Duan Qing replied cautiously: "For example, your Excellency, the imperial elders you mentioned just now... Are the Luxor family members of the elder clan?"
"They are not the remnants of the empire. The remnants of the empire... are almost dead."
Eyes fixed on the wine glass in front of him, John's voice became deeper again: "Except for the Roland family and the Gloria family, the families that followed Emperor Frey in the north and south have gradually declined. You may still remember their deeds.
They can be found in some historical records and rumors, but their people... are hard to find anymore."
"The imperial veterans I mentioned just now are just a group of deserters who immigrated out of the empire in the early years and are now coming back." At this point, he let out a disdainful sneer: "Just like the one who is about to come back."
"Your Excellency, are you referring to Lord Romlia's close relative?" Duan Qing asked tentatively: "I heard that in order to welcome that Lord's return, this city almost implemented total martial law..."
"There are more than one reasons for implementing Level 2 Alert. You, a little adventurer, shouldn't make blind guesses." John, who drank the last sip of Butland, said in a low voice: "If I hadn't found you.
Come here..."
"You will probably end up like the two guys just now."
Pointing to the door of the tavern, he gradually guided Duan Qing's eyes to the far end of the street outside the tavern. The sound of fighting was accompanied by shouts from time to time, along a certain
The sound of rolling heavy objects flying to the ground flew past the ears of the two people.
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"Whirring whirring……"
The body gradually leaned against the shadow of the wall, and the sad body of Doomsday slowly slid down. Panting heavily, he stretched his head with great difficulty, and scattered his head towards the distance in the alley.
He looked at the wreckage of carriages on the ground and said, "Let's go, are you going?"
"Stop looking, it's hopeless."
In an instant, another player named Leng Yulihun grabbed his shoulder and said, "We don't have a carriage to use as a disguise now. Let's continue running."
"I, I'm not a real swordsman, I don't have the physical strength like you." The still panting Doomsday Sorrow said angrily: "First, let me rest for a while."
"Have a rest, the guards will search you soon." Looking at the entrance of the alley, Leng Yulihun shook his head in a low voice: "Even in the era of the Grand Master, if you want to fight with these imperial beasts
To compete head-on... is still a bit reluctant for us."
"I don't know what went wrong. Didn't our adventure group in this place prove to be perfect?" Doomsday said with a sad face: "Why do they doubt us?"
"There are many reasons that can be used to doubt us. Do you want me to make one up for you now?" Leng Yulihun took two steps toward the other side of the alley and replied helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense, we
There is still work to be done."
"The dark witch."
He slowly read out the name, and his apocalyptic sad eyes, which were supporting the back wall with one hand, became sharp: "Did she really come here? Why did the lady insist on catching her?"
"How can you and I understand what Miss is thinking?"
Listening carefully to the movements around him, Leng Yulihun, whose eyes suddenly sharpened, then raised his sword to block the attack of an imperial spear that suddenly came from the corner: "It will take at least two days to get over from the castle...
Let’s find a way to save our lives first.”
"Otherwise, we will really be ridiculed by the Totems for three months this time." (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!