"That's good, I still have some time to wait for them. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to have a drink with the beautiful "arbitrator" Miss Hugh Dilcha?"
Hugh Dilcha raised his eyebrows, looked at Rawls for a while, and then said:
"Okay, I'll lead the way."
From a noble lady to an "arbiter" in dealing with gangs, Xio was naturally not so pretentious, but she didn't know if there were many people in that pub.
East District, Dharavi Street, a small but lively pub.
Now is the prime time in the tavern. The small tavern is already crowded with guests, in small groups, some drunkenly telling dirty jokes or scolding their bosses angrily.
It's July now, and the door of the tavern is open. Before reaching the door of the tavern, the noise has already reached Rawls's ears.
Rawls frowned. No matter in his previous life or in this life, he was insulated from such taverns. Thinking of his role as a "savage", it seemed that there would be more places like this.
Hugh Dilcha stood at the door of the tavern, looking at the ugly drunkards inside, smelling the smell of wine and sweat, covering his nose and mouth, and preparing to squeeze in, when a low voice came from his ears.
"I'll do it."
Rawls had already stepped through the door of the tavern first, looked at the crowd of drinkers inside, found the bar counter, stretched out his arms, and separated the two guys dressed as workers who were already talking nonsense in front of him.
Since Rawls became a barbarian, his height has grown to 183 centimeters. In the current Loen Kingdom, he has long exceeded the average height of Loen men.
Coupled with the increased strength, Rawls can easily separate the crowds of drinkers in front of him. Even if there are one or two scoundrels who want to use wine to cause trouble, they will be powerless when Rawls pinches their shoulder blades.
Leaning on other drinkers.
The owner of the tavern was wiping his wine glass with his head down. Suddenly he felt that the tavern had become much quieter. He looked up and saw a tall man with a beard appearing in front of his bar, casting a shadow under the light of the gas lamp.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?"
The bar owner secretly complained. As a local gangster, he naturally knew that a ruthless character had recently come to the East District and severely injured many villains. Many gangsters had already begun to recruit people to prepare to teach him a lesson, and even had their portraits prepared.
If the soldiers in the north were not preparing for a demonstration, they would have taken action in the next two days. But now that such a scourge has come to his tavern, if someone discovers it, his tavern may be in trouble today.
Rawls turned his body sideways, revealing Hugh Deercha behind him, indicating that ladies have priority.
The tavern owner's face was completely frozen. He only saw Rawls just now and didn't notice Xio behind him at all.
Has it been too long since I went to St. Samuel's Church? How could I be so unlucky? Two disasters came at once!
"Miss Dilcha, long time no see. Are you here to see Williams?" The tavern owner nodded repeatedly, put down the wine glass he was wiping, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Williams! Williams!"
Damn it Williams, next time you come to my tavern, I'll have you thrown out.
"John, do you have a problem with me?"
After Rawls arrived at the bar, the tavern became noisy again. The tavern owner shouted several times before a drunken man answered.
The man staggered and finally arrived at the bar. He was a young man in his twenties, with a face as thin as a horse, messy and sinister eyebrows, but relatively soft facial features. After being drunk, there was an obvious blush on his cheeks, and there were a few spots in his eyes.
Blurred.
He knows that his business will not be very good in the future, so he will drink first while he still has money. As for the rest, who cares!
Williams burped, came to the bar, looked at Rawls drunkenly, then froze, shook his head violently, looked at Rawls again, and before he could shout, he heard a familiar voice
.
"Williams, you drank so much again!"
Williams turned around and lowered his head, saw the cold-faced Hugh Dilcha, and said with a smile:
"Oh, it's Xio, why did you come to see me? Is there something wrong?"
"Williams, can't you stop drinking?..."
Xio spewed out a long paragraph. When she first arrived in Backlund, Williams was able to quickly establish herself in such a chaotic place in the East End. It was thanks to Williams' help. Therefore, she had always hoped that Williams could pass.
It should be better than what it is now.
Listening to Hugh Dilcha's chatter, Rawls's mouth twitched and he turned to look at the tavern owner:
"A glass of renzi."
"OK."
The tavern owner quickly turned around, took out a bottle of Rionz from the wine rack behind him, and poured a glass for Rawls. For him, as long as Rawls didn't provoke gangsters and Miss Dilcha didn't drink, he could
You can pass by peacefully today.
Wait until tomorrow and go to St. Samuel's Church to confess and worship.
Looking at the Lielangqi, which was obviously wrong in color and had a strong but pungent smell of smoke, Rolls took a big sip. Although the color and taste were not good, it was very irritating to the throat and caused a severe burning sensation (Note 1).
"Sir, what do you think? I got this from a Fusac man."
The tavern owner looked at Rolls flatteringly. He would never serve this kind of wine.
"No wonder you are so aggressive."
The Fusac people like to drink Lelangzi and Nebos the most. Maybe the brewing techniques are not so particular, but the alcohol content must be very high.
"Yes, yes, those barbarians from Fusac all use this as water to drink. I really don't know how they drink it!"
Rawls put his elbows on the bar and held a wine glass in his right hand. He looked up at the boss and said nothing.
At this time, Hugh had also ended his friendly greetings and dragged Williams to the bar.
Rawls looked at Xio, whose face was still a little cold, picked up the wine glass, and said:
"Have a drink." He definitely didn't mean to retaliate deliberately.
"No, no, sir, there isn't much wine in this. I gave it to you specially. You see, there is only so much, not enough for one glass."
Before Xio could say anything, the tavern owner interrupted. He held up the bottle of Lironze and signaled to Rawls that there wasn't much left.
Not to mention Fusac's version of Lielangqi, last time Miss Dilcha only drank a cup of "half and half", which already caused him heavy losses. If she drinks a cup of this, it will be different from that with a beard.
What's the difference between his tavern and a gangster fight.
"It seems that your reputation is not very good in the tavern."
Rolls shook the glass gently and took another sip.
"You're no better!"
When Xio looked at the Fusac version of Lielangqi in the hands of the tavern owner, he knew that the owner knew the reputation of the beard.
"Are you the bearded man that the Black Skull and Bones are looking for?"