In the small tavern, the smoky smell, the smell of inferior tobacco and the smell of sweat are mixed together, making it unbearable for ordinary people; the chandeliers on the roof and the wall lamps on the walls are inferior magic lamps, and the dim light shines on the worn and greasy logs.
The tables and chairs gave people a drowsy feeling; at the square table against the wall, a few people with unkind faces were discussing something in low voices; and at the round table in the middle, a group of big and thick guys were making a loud noise; the rough wood
In the bar that was set up, a well-dressed bartender with a scar on his face felt like he was in the wrong place. He kept tossing a gold coin, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Creak~", the broken and heavy wooden door was pushed open. Except for a few guys in the corner who had been paying attention to others, no one noticed anyone coming in.
This door opened so gently that usually anyone who wanted to come in would be kicked open with a "Bang!"
The noise of the men covered up the click of stilettos on the wooden floor, but those who were interested had already focused their attention on the people who came in.
These are two women who are quite gorgeously dressed. Judging from their armor, they should be high-level adventurers. Although both of them have their heads wrapped in rags, judging from their demeanor, they should be well-educated people.
What are the adventurers doing here? Could it be that something happened to their companions and they came here to arrest them? But why do they have to cover their faces? Adventurers wouldn’t do such a thing?
People who noticed them couldn't help but become nervous, and some of them couldn't help but take out their weapons. Once the fight started, their numerical advantage would at least allow them to escape in the chaos.
The bartender noticed the strange two people. He put away the gold coins in his hand, straightened up and moved himself slightly away from the bar.
Under the bar, there is a small shield and a ready hand crossbow.
"You two ladies, do you need anything?" the bartender took the initiative and spoke in a tone that was neither condescending nor overbearing.
"I want a glass of ale, with some salt and no violets." The woman in the high priest suit spoke, her voice very pleasant. The noisy big men sitting in the middle finally noticed the two of them and fell silent instantly.
By the way, in this world where adventurers are rampant, no fool would tease them without the foresight, unless he is also an adventurer himself.
The bartender was stunned. He didn't expect that these two people were actually introduced by Gray Mouse, but why would Gray Mouse provide information to the adventurers? Could it be that the bearded man provoked them and they found this place through an information dealer? But Gray Mouse
I would never betray anyone here, otherwise he would have disappeared from this world long ago. After thinking about it for a moment, the bartender decided to pretend to be confused.
"Ale with salt? Two glasses?"
The other party's body trembled, and then she immediately turned her head to her companion: "What's going on? Is it different from what you said? Did that guy fool us?"
Her companion was obviously a little surprised: "I don't know either... Why don't you ask again?"
The woman turned around and spoke again word by word: "I want a cup of wheat wine, with some salt, no purple! This is a code, not an order!"
The woman's voice was quite loud, and everyone in the hall could hear it clearly, which caused a cold sweat to break out on the bartender's forehead - in so many years of doing this, this was the first time he had seen someone actively emphasize that the code was a code.
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Seeing that the bartender didn't respond, the woman added: "We are looking for a man named 'Beard'!"
"That what..."
"Do you know or not? You! Who knows where the beard is? We need to find him to take over the job!" The woman turned to the hall and shouted to everyone.
Everyone present was breaking out in a cold sweat. This was the first time they had seen such an upright person looking for a job.
However, women once again refreshed their first category.
"We want to take the dirtiest job! I heard that only the 'beard' can arrange it for us! But you don't look like good people, maybe you also have such a job! If you can introduce it to us, then we
There’s no need to look for a ‘beard’, it’s so annoying!”
Very good, this woman not only mocked everyone present, but also directly threw away the prestige of 'beard' like garbage. In her eyes, it doesn't matter whether you have a beard or stubble, as long as you can arrange the dirty work.
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So what does our bearded man himself think?
A door next to the bar opened, and a big man pointed at the two women and said in a rough voice: "Our boss wants to see you, come in!"
"Ha! Isn't that right! Why are you doing all this mess!" The woman seemed very happy and walked over with her companions with her head held high.
The door was closed again, and no one knew what happened inside.
"Who are those two people?"
"It doesn't look like he's looking for trouble."
"But why would adventurers come looking for dirty work?"
"Perhaps you have had enough of the hypocritical life and plan to return to simplicity?"
"It feels like they should be two beautiful women!"
"So what if you are a beautiful woman? You should first see what kind of virtue you have!"
"What's wrong with me! Don't you like me?"
"No, I like you the most."
"Isn't that right? I like you too!"
Everyone in the hall became noisy again, but the topic began to revolve around these two uninvited guests.
In the inner room, Beard was carefully looking at the two women in front of him. His eyes were ferocious, but the two women didn't care, especially the woman who looked like a high priest. She still held her head high. Although she couldn't see her
expression, but the overbearing arrogance is very obvious.
The bright magic lamp illuminated the entire room, and the greasy face on his bearded face was shiny, looking a little disgusting. He stroked his beard and spoke slowly.
"Woman, you successfully caught my attention."
His tone was low and contained a pressing sense. A daredevil like the woman in front of him would definitely feel nervous.
"Are you the one with the beard? Very good! Give me the dirtiest job right away! Right now!"
The woman put her hands on her hips and pointed at her beard, and spoke words like a command.
Huzi was shocked. It was the first time he saw such a bold guy. What was even more strange was that he felt that what he saw in front of him was not a woman at all, but a king or a god. This actually made him a little scared.
Huzi came back to his senses and tried to restore his dignity: "Woman, I hope you will show some respect. No matter who you are, this is my territory."
After saying that, he stamped his feet, and the heavily armed men immediately surrounded the two women.
"Sister...you made him angry! You can't treat them with this attitude!" The woman's companion seemed to be frightened and began to scold him.
"Huh? Is there anything wrong with talking straight to the point? Oh, it's so troublesome! Either you do it!"
"...Okay, let me do it..."
The woman who looked like a swordsman exchanged positions with her companion, and then bowed to the beard: "Please forgive my sister for being rude. She has been spoiled since she was a child, and she treats everyone so rudely. Please forgive me."
Huzi nodded with satisfaction: "Well, you are much more polite than her. At least you know how to respect the strong."
After hearing this, the swordsman straightened up and rubbed his hands back and forth in front of him, as if he suddenly became very anxious.
"What's wrong with you?" Huzi asked slowly.
"Um... I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
"you say."
"With all due respect! Everyone here is rubbish in my eyes! In terms of strong people, I am the strongest here!"
The swordsman pointed at himself and seemed very angry.
Huzi opened his mouth in shock: "You said...what?"
"I mean I am the strongest, uncle! I am polite to you not because I respect the strong, but to give you face!"
"Ha! You are becoming more and more like my character, I like it!" The priestess gave the swordsman a thumbs up.
"No...sister, my original personality was like this, but I just wanted to be a weak sister, so I didn't show it very well...Have you forgotten that I used to deceive people?"
"Oh, that's true, then you continue."
"You...don't take me seriously at all?" Looking at the two people talking to themselves, Hu Hu felt that he had been insulted, and the expression on his face became even more ferocious.
"Uncle, if I can, I really don't want to look at you. You look so ugly!"
The girl's words directly made Beard angry. As a person who relies on strength to make a living, how can he endure others slandering his appearance?
Uh, it seems like there is no relationship between these?