It is said that there were once five places in the bonfire area, like the Nameless Bar, where guests can drink and chat in a safe and comfortable environment.

However, as the number of adventurers settled in increased year by year, various fights became more and more frequent.

In fact, various small wars are going on almost every day in the bonfire area, including but not limited to card games, bar fights, duels and underground equestrian competitions with a gambling nature.

The bar's repairs couldn't keep up with the damage caused by customers, and it was forced to close.

Only the nameless bar remains.

Whether this should be attributed to those big muscular thugs, or whether the adventurers finally realized that they must leave the last piece of neutral territory, no one cares about the answer.

Nowadays, the nameless bar is still staying in the neutral zone, and business is always as usual. If there is anything different every day, it is probably how the bards who come to perform leave the stage at the end of the performance.

Of course, most of the time, they don't last until the end of the performance.

When she walked into the nameless bar again, with Dead Leaf and Costa by her side, Shireen felt much more at ease. She didn't even dare to look around last time, for fear of accidentally looking into the eyes of some scary people.

"Costa!" A woman sitting in front of the bar raised her glass to them, "If you come to the unknown bar on a day off, you'd better have a good reason. Because no one wants to see you on a rare peaceful day.

." Shirin saw her disfigured face and quickly remembered that she was the black alchemist who had been guarding the door of the bar.

"Mrs. Ramanda." Costa bowed to her, "I promise I'm not here to cause trouble. We left our weapons outside before we came in."

"Okay, no matter how polite you are, my face won't change, and even this glass of wine won't taste better. So why don't you introduce your two friends to me. I don't want that moustache.

We know each other, but I still remember this lovely red-haired girl... Shireen Marron, right? Have you two slept together?"

Shirin didn't understand the other party's question for a moment. It wasn't until a chuckle came from the direction of the dead leaves that she realized what was going on.

...But I couldn't say a word.

"We are just colleagues." Costa replied. Shirin felt that his tone was abnormally calm.

"So you haven't been attracted to her? I thought that a man like you must have already succeeded." Mrs. Lamanda looked at Shirin with a critical look, "Listen to my advice, Ke

Star, she has a nice butt and will definitely be a very good mother."

The dead leaves laughed heartily.

Shireen blushed and wanted to say a few harsh words in rebuttal, but she didn't know what to say.

"Don't mind, Mrs. Ramanda is deliberately trying to embarrass you." Costa said to Shireen, "The shyer you are, the more energetic she will be."

"Costa de Messer? You better not be here to cause trouble." The bartender behind the bar joined the conversation. While talking, he had already placed a glass of champagne in front of Shireen. This time, the olives in it looked still good.

Considered fresh.

"We are here to consult information." Costa winked at Dead Leaf, and the female elf stepped forward and handed him Shireen's portrait.

The bartender reached out to take it, but Dead Leaf grabbed his hand and asked, "Is this guy trustworthy?"

"Isn't it too late for you to ask this question now?" Costa shrugged, "Don't worry, Amor is the most reliable middleman in the Nameless Bar, and the fact that he has survived for so long is the best evidence. Here is

The guests are not very nice, if you dare to play double-dealing with them, you will be slaughtered long ago."

"Thank you for the compliment, Costa." Amor glared at the dead leaves, "So can you please relax your hands a little, this..."

"Adarriff," Dead Leaf let go of his hand and patted the portrait on his hand, "We need to find the person related to this portrait, anyone will do."

The bartender rubbed his painful fingers, unfolded the portrait, and hummed in appreciation, "The painting is good... This is Miss Marron, right?"

Dead Leaf narrowed his eyes threateningly, "I show you the painting to find out who is behind it, not for you to appreciate."

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Reeve." The bartender said lightly, "Don't you think the quality of the painting itself is also an important clue? There are portraits on many reward orders in the bonfire area, but most of them are very...amateur.

.And there should be only a few people in the city who can draw paintings of this level."

"And you happen to know one of them, right?" Dead Leaf smiled sarcastically.

"No, I know them all." Armor grinned, "But considering this unique smell of tannic acid ink...well, I think I already have a candidate."

Costa took out a silver coin and flicked it to him. However, as soon as the coin flew halfway, Dead Leaf reached out and stopped it.

"You want to pay him so much money?" The female elf frowned, "Just for a name?"

"Generally speaking, 1 Fra is the standard price for the services I provide." The bartender folded the portrait again, "Of course, since it is my old friend Costa who is here for help, I can consider a discount..."

"No need, give him the money." Costa said coldly, "I've had enough of your games, Amor. From now on, we'd better keep things business-like."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Shireen asked confused.

"It's an old settlement, my dear." Mrs. Lamanda showed a slightly scary smile. Shireen didn't even know whether she should answer her words.

"Are you so cold to the kind people who lend a helping hand to you, Costa?" The bartender shrugged, "Well, since you said business is business, let's do business business." He said and turned to the dead leaf stand.

Open your hand.

The female elf looked at Costa, who nodded slowly. Then she reluctantly threw the silver coin to the bartender.

"There are two bounty painters in the Adventurer's Guild. The one on duty today is the person you are looking for." Amor answered immediately after receiving the silver coin, "But don't make any assumptions now, that person is just for this portrait.

The author is not necessarily the mastermind behind the whole thing."

"Thanks for the reminder, but we can judge this ourselves." Costa replied. Shireen really wanted to know what happened between them, but now seems not the time to ask questions. Besides, the black alchemist has been staring at her with strange eyes.

Looking at her, it would be better to say less.

After they left the nameless bar, Dead Leaf approached Shirin. "I didn't like the bartender just now."

"I don't like it either," Shireen said, looking at Costa who was leading the way, "He seems to be the same way."

"No," Costa did not look back, "Amor is one of the few people I am willing to entrust my life to. I just don't plan to owe him any more favors."
Chapter completed!