As night falls, Walter's Black Fire Bar is not as lively as it used to be.●⌒,.
The moon is about to rise and the last rays of the setting sun are about to dissipate, but the place is not full of people yet, let alone adding stools or tables.
This is quite an incredible thing for this most lively place in Jinsent District at night.
Although Kinsent District is not far from the holy city of Frankfurt, residents of Kinsent District undoubtedly have to abide by more rules than other cities in Bantha.
For example, in principle, believers in Tire are not allowed to go out for entertainment at night. Even if Tire's teachings do not forbid people other than priests from keeping vigil, such behavior of reversing day and night is itself disrespectful to Tire.
It is here in the Kinsent District, in the territory of the Marquis of Kinsent, who is a fanatical follower of Queen Bansa, that people can ignore the old-fashioned and ugly old men in the church and come out to have fun at night as they please.
But at the Blackfire Bar in Walter City, the largest bar in the Kinsett District and a place where even the Marquis' second son often appeared, it was no longer as lively as before.
There were still smiles on people's faces, but their eyes were lonely. People even began to finish their drinks quickly and then go upstairs or leave the bar. It was no longer the usual group of strangers sitting around the hall chatting happily.
Why is this happening?
To put it bluntly... it probably means that the Marquis's second son unfortunately died.
"I miss Brother Harrison a little bit again."
A man with a thick beard said this and sighed deeply: "If he were still here, he would have pushed open the door of the pub with a loud smile, put his arms around the girl and shouted to the boss, 'I'll treat you today!' and then
Sitting in the hall, we cheered loudly and drank a large glass of Blackfire beer, then stood in a circle and sang "Red Warrior" to him, and then the little brother was made to laugh, stood up and danced
Sing along..."
"Then the little brother squatted on the table with his arms around the girl, bragging loudly to us... To be honest, he really didn't have an aristocratic temper at all. Luna accidentally spilled wine on him that day, and he wasn't angry either.
.In order to comfort the frightened Luna, he put another glass of beer on his head, pretended not to catch it accidentally, and poured it down on his head."
"Ah ah ah, I remember, I remember! His hair was soaked all of a sudden, and his stupid look made us laugh."
"I do remember that when he was bragging to us that day, he trampled over the table. I remember it was the story of his duel with the druid named Ajin."
"I just remember that stupid, stupid name. That druid's parents must have offended the Three Sages."
"What a great story Harrison! It's a pity that I can never hear it again..."
"Okay. Stop talking."
The brown-haired and brown-eyed boss scratched his head. His oily hair, which was tied into dense braids, and his round belly looked quite happy.
But the boss didn't jump out from behind the counter like usual and hug his enthusiastic friend.
There was no smile on his face, only sadness: "Don't say it... Harrison is a good boy. He has countless friends in his life, and the Marquis should be proud of him."
"Old Blackfire! Tell the truth, do you know how little Harrison died?"
A dwarf, only as tall as the boss's waist, with a beard as long as braids, yelled irritably.
Dwarves and mountain people had a feud in ancient times, and both looked down upon each other. But it happened that most taverns and inns were run by mountain people. Only in Bantha, a place that despised the blood of red-haired people, the alcoholic
Only dwarves can come in and have a few drinks with confidence.
This group of dwarfs can always be seen in one of the very few taverns that are not run by mountain people.
"Speak out and Master Bronzebeard will avenge him! Dwarves are never afraid of death!"
Saying this over and over again, he drank a glass of beer that was bigger than his head, while waving the empty wine glass and yelling with a mouth full of alcohol: "Use the hammer in my hand, just like this.
One moment, fuck all the brains out of that bastard!"
Hearing this, other people in the tavern couldn't help but turn their gazes over. They looked at this fat man with different expressions, who was said to be somewhat related to the Marquis, but was also honest and hospitable.
Old Black Fire sighed deeply and nodded.
"You know a little bit."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the eyes of the people around him instantly lit up.
There was a wolf-like light in their eyes, and a bloodthirsty and ferocious color flashed across their faces.
A shirtless bald man enthusiastically pushed a stool over and pressed Old Heihuo on the stool: "Master Heihuo, just say it. Everyone is waiting to hear it."
"That's right, Lord Black Fire, we are all honest people, so we won't do things that violate laws and disciplines."
A little man with gold teeth said with a smile.
At this moment, the crisp sound of wind chimes came from the door. Another person pushed the door open and entered.
For a moment, everyone turned their gazes away, but when they noticed that the man was wearing a full-covering cloak, they withdrew their gazes with interest.
After so many years of traveling abroad, some things have become self-evident.
Since he is dressed like this, he has made it clear that he does not want you to know his identity. Showing curiosity and interest at this time is just looking for trouble.
If there is no malice, it is best for both parties to pretend that they cannot see each other; if there is true malice, then it is even less possible to show concern and curiosity for the other party.
"Come in, find a place to sit and warm yourself by the fire" (To be continued.)