"A glass of Magni, thank you."
Not long after, in the sparsely populated tavern hall of the Wind Eagle Tavern, a gray-robed magician quietly opened the door to the lower cellar, and then quietly sat on the side of the bar in the eyes of several drinkers:
"I owe you the money for the drinks now, and I'll pay you later."
"No credit." Paul, who was standing behind the bar and wiping his wine glass, replied calmly: "If you want to drink, you have to pay."
"Okay, okay." Then the gray-robed magician waved his hand vigorously: "My companion should be back soon, and she still has a few gold coins with her..."
"Your companion didn't act with you?" Moving slightly closer, a drinker sitting on the other side of the bar asked in a low voice: "Usually, aren't you two together?"
"She is still fighting in the distance."
Duan Qing looked at the drinker in front of him for a while, then recognized the man who looked familiar to Locke and said, "I should be back soon."
"Then how did you come back?" Glancing at the cellar entrance where the other party had just walked up, the middle-aged man showed a puzzled expression on his face: "Did you come back from bed?"
"You have nothing to do with that." Duan Qing withdrew his gaze and turned his head, dismissing the topic with casual words: "I just want to drink a glass of wine now and take a good rest... Hey, Paul
, can’t you enjoy a little drink?”
"...There is only one glass of ale at most." Paul, who was wiping the wine glass, raised his eyelids and said, "This is the cheapest wine."
"Okay, a glass of ale."
Slapping the greasy table in front of him hard, Duan Qing showed a disdainful expression on his face. The finger he originally wanted to raise was retracted in the unkind eyes of the surrounding drinkers: "Yes.
I don’t know where you get so much free time, spending time in this pub every day..."
"If you are not satisfied with the environment here, then you can go to the adventurer-only tavern or the Adventurer Association." The man sitting next to him then said in a low voice: "The result of trying to provoke and cause trouble is not that.
It’s so easy for Late Locke to let you go.”
"Speaking of which, you seem to be very familiar with Locke." Duan Qing, who was holding his hands on the table, tilted his head: "What's your name?"
"Peter, Wilder Peter."
Retracting his previous ferocious attitude, the middle-aged man wearing a felt hat and shabby leather robe smiled and replied: "He is a blacksmith who often visits here."
"Nice to meet you."
Taking back the large glass of ale passed by Paul in front of him, Duan Qing gestured in the direction of Peter: "It looks like you are very familiar with the bartender here."
"It's not the bartender, it's the owner of the tavern." Peter took off his felt hat and pointed in the direction of Paul, who didn't respond, with a loose finger: "Even though he doesn't talk much, he is our Tanzanian
One of the most popular publicans in town.”
"If he can buy me a better drink, then I will admit that this is the best tavern in Tanzania." Duan Qing laughed a few times and then raised the glass filled with ale in his hand: "
But... for the sake of him taking us in, I will regard your place as the best tavern."
"Of course this is the best tavern in the city, because here you can not only enjoy the best wine in the empire, but also the best food in the empire." Peter nodded and looked around the tavern: "
And... first-hand intelligence from inside and outside the empire."
"Places like taverns have always been a gathering place for intelligence, because you can always meet all kinds of people from all over the world here."
The voice gradually became deeper, and Duan Qing then retracted the smile on his face: "You, and me, the adventurer... we are all members of these people, right?"
"Then it depends on what good information you can sell to me now." The middle-aged man who claimed to be a blacksmith grinned: "If the price is good, let alone ale... even if it is good Roland wine,
I can also buy you a drink."
"……oh?"
Duan Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the cellar door behind this person: "I just invited someone to have a drink, but the final result didn't seem as good as I imagined."
"What's the meaning?"
"But whatever, I see you have been squatting here for more than a day or two."
Duan Qing withdrew his brooding expression and then waved to the other party: "Then I will... tell you a shocking event."
"Koruk Outpost has just been attacked." He raised his palm to cover the gap between Peter, who was listening, and his mouth: "It may have fallen now."
"Hey, hey, don't say such nonsense."
Looking around at the surrounding environment, Peter's eyes became sharp: "You must know that this is the period of martial law. If you spread rumors and cause trouble..."
"How could I lie to you? I am a serious magician and alchemist." Taking another sip of ale, Duan Qing said with a mysterious expression: "If you really don't believe it, just wait for a while. I believe it won't be long."
After that, the news will come back.”
"...Okay, then let me believe what you say for the time being." Peter raised his eyebrows: "But...who would attack the Crook Outpost, and for what reason?
?”
"You ask me, I'll ask who's going to go." Duan Qing, who was still holding the wine glass, stared at the sound: "I also want to know who those people are."
"Aren't you a witness?" Peter leaned forward a little in the direction of Duan Qing: "Are you just a hearsay person?"
"Who said I was - well, I did listen to what others said."
The words he wanted to clarify stopped in mid-air, and Duan Qing, who was hesitating, blocked his helpless tone with a wine glass: "There are at least a dozen attackers, and there is at least one powerful archer among them. Well,
...If you use the adventurer level to evaluate, you must have at least an A-level level."
"Based on my understanding of the Koruk Outpost, these few people can't even touch the edge of the outpost." With a suspicious look in his eyes, Peter tapped his finger on the bar in front of Duan Qing:
"They are all great imperial soldiers. How could they be easily defeated by a mere adventurer-level guy..."
"You are looking down on us adventurers."
As if he was already a little drunk, Duan Qing waved his wine glass and shouted, then as if he remembered something, a more mysterious expression appeared on his side: "Of course, those bastards are not using any legitimate means."
It’s just what you use to get in.”
"Oh? What method?"
"Boss! Let's have a nice cocktail!"
Duan Qing did not immediately answer the other party's words. Duan Qing straightened up and at the same time withdrew his constipated expression as if he had been whispering. Then he shouted loudly to Paul in front of him, and imitated the other party's previous appearance and knocked on the bar in front of him:
"It's your turn."
"...I'll buy this cup."
Peter added something in the direction of Paul's departure. Peter, who understood deeply, then leaned towards Duan Qing again: "You can talk about it now."
"They used poison to bring down a group of soldiers at the back door of the outpost, and an adventurer who almost discovered their secret." Duan Qing turned his wine glass and curled his lips and replied: "After losing the opportunity and the protection of the outpost,
Under the premise, it is only natural that such a result will occur."
"Use poison?" Peter's eyes became much more surprised: "That's okay? How did they do it? Did they sneak into the storage room of the imperial outpost or sneak into the barracks? Didn't anyone discover it?"
"I don't know about this. After all, I am also a... ahem, listener."
He stretched out his hand to bring the red wine that Paul had prepared in front of him. Duan Qing, with one hand half raised in the air, looked at the blood-like liquid in the glass with inexplicable eyes: "But I can be sure.
yes……"
"They probably infiltrated it by pretending to be Imperial people."
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"What? Disguise?"
On the night of January 16, 796 in the New Calendar, in the palace of the city lord of Tanzania in the free world, the city lord of Romlia, who had just taken off his coat, stared in shock at a certain city messenger who had just entered the hall.
The guard, after a long while, continued his action of wanting to sit down: "Is there someone disguised as an imperial soldier?"
"No, it's a bartender in the pub."
Lowering his head slightly, the city guard replied in a low voice: "According to the news from Lord Luxor, the bartender in the outpost had a staff change half a month ago, and he worked there before.
A long time old bartender was replaced by a new bartender who suddenly appeared."
"The subsequent mass poisoning incident of the soldiers at the garrison should be caused by this person." At this point, his voice became much softer: "At least 30% of the soldiers at the garrison were poisoned, and the method... should be to drink alcohol.
It's poisoned."
"……snort."
After sitting in his seat and pondering for a long time, the Romlia City Lord's expression gradually became gloomy: "To actually use such a method... Didn't those self-esteemed soldiers in the military discover anything?
Is there something wrong?"
"No, they even welcomed the new bartender." The voice of the city guard who reported back became even more strange: "I heard..."
"The wine he made seems to be very popular here in the province of Santerius."
In the scene where the night wind kept blowing over the ancient city of Tanzania, the same words then appeared in a shadowed corner on the corner of Robert Street. A certain gray-robed magician who was meeting a lazy Imperial soldier here then
He also pulled down his robe, and at the same time revealed several bottles of potions hanging in his robe: "I don't know how you made this name popular... This kind of medicine is obviously made from a variety of herbs.
Can the resulting product also be called a cocktail?"
"...How did you get it?" John Corner, who was holding his helmet, widened his eyes: "It's difficult, could it be you did it?"
"What are you talking about? This is the masterpiece of an alchemist." Duan Qing took the robe back angrily, and then reached out and took out a bottle of colorful potion: "I tried to restore the city.
There are indeed one or two ingredients in this popular cocktail that I am very interested in. If it can be mixed with prulilla grass... hehehehe..."
"So there's something wrong with this wine?"
Feeling a bit of shudder from the other party's laughter, John's face also became a bit gloomy: "Damn it, countless times, I actually stumbled in a place like this..."
"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any problems just drinking this kind of wine." Duan Qing also wiped his nose: "But... can you find out the source of this kind of wine?"
"What I know so far is that this wine is a new type of wine introduced by adventurers." John slowly shook his head: "But who started selling it first, and who invented this wine...
…”
"Well, I'm just providing a way to follow the clues."
Waving his hand slightly, Duan Qing threw the colorful potion bottle in his hand into the opponent's arms: "The rest can help you... For Locke's sake, this bottle is
Give it to you."
"Take this sample and go find some violet magicians." He turned and walked towards the far side of the street: "With this information, you can probably research the antidote to that toxin."
"...Aren't you also an alchemist?"
With these words, Duan Qing stopped wanting to leave, and John's voice returned to its usual casual tone: "Why don't you make the antidote directly?"
"Of course I can detoxify this kind of poison. In fact... I have already saved a person."
Looking back at the imperial soldier from the side, Duan Qing smiled slightly: "But my way of saving people is a bit... special, and it cannot be copied by just anyone."
"..."
"Don't have any strange curiosity about alchemy."
Duan Qing turned his head again and waved in the direction behind him: "Alchemy is a profound knowledge comparable to magic. There are as many rules and laws in it as there are stars in the sky. If you don't have enough strength and courage,
, it’s better that you don’t know these fatal knowledge.”
"...Where are you going?" John, who was watching the gray robe gradually disappear, asked involuntarily: "Are you still going to that outpost?"
"Don't worry, since that guy is alive, the safety of the outpost shouldn't be a problem."
The footsteps became farther and farther along with the words, and Duan Qing's voice finally disappeared into the crowd on the street as he walked towards the north gate of the city: "But I still have to go, at least I should go to greet you,
otherwise……"
"If you are hated by some women, I'm afraid you won't be able to get rid of them for the rest of your life." (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!