When the waiter returned, everyone could see the extra palm prints on his face and the bloodstained corners of his mouth; However, no one dared to say anything, they were all eating in a hurry with their heads down, and those who were about to finish did not hesitate to leave.

As some merchants, how dare they criticize a noble lord?

When the waiter came out again, the wound at the corner of his mouth had been treated, and of course don't expect potions and gauze - a waiter in a restaurant can't afford to use those things, but simply washed them with the water, and they don't look so wolfy.

"Sir, your barbecue and ale!"

The waiter walked up to Dean with a plate - most of the hind leg meat was neatly placed on the plate, and the ale was full of the kind that would overflow if he was not careful; Obviously, Dean's copper was worth the money.

Of course, the role of that copper continues to wave-

"Are you alright? And also...... Do you have anything to do for staying here? The clean and safe kind! ”

In the gesture of a stranger, Dean expressed his concern, and then, with his glass in his hand, Dean slowed down, and asked in a seemingly casual voice with the accent of the Three Southern Counties, just like those merchants who had traveled from the South to the North for the first time and arrived at Horntown.

"Of course it's fine—there is only one restaurant in Horntown, but there are three inns, but there will only be one left tonight!" As he spoke, the waiter shrugged his shoulders indifferently - it was evident that he was so used to the events of the moment that he did not want to dwell on such a topic at all, and answered Dean directly.

"Although there are a lot of people, but three inns should be more than enough, right?"

Dean feigned surprise and looked around at the tables that didn't seem very crowded.

"Of course, if you don't have that big guy upstairs and take down all the hotels!"

The waiter replied, evidently trying to hide his hatred, but Dean could hear it clearly; And in the midst of this hatred, the waiter began to reply in a gushing manner: "It is a real great man, with two escorts, from the Emerald City - to welcome a guest from afar......"

At this, the waiter's face turned strange.

"What's wrong?"

Dean asked appropriately.

"That big man's guest is really a bit unorthodox, and he feels like a robber or a bandit!" The waiter lowered his voice and said, and at the same time, quietly pointed to the private room on the far right upstairs, with a look of disgust, "It's just the same as that big man...... Luckily, Captain Mark is a true man who does his job! ”

Although his words were a little vague, Dean knew what the waiter was trying to say, so he cooperated with an equally disgusted expression.

"We should wish ourselves luck!"

Then, having received enough information and complete confirmation, Dean raised his glass and motioned to the waiter with the attitude of a businessman.

"yes, what's my business? We just have to celebrate our luck! ”

Nodding, the waiter continued to get busy - as for the wound at the corner of his mouth? It's not that he has broken hands and feet, and if he wants to get paid for the day, he needs to continue working......

And Dean, who seemed to be munching on the desk, but actually got the most important information, showed a cold gaze in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

The next moment, Dean shouted, "Give me two more glasses of ale!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

The waiter replied respectfully again—for the extra brass.

……

And for the sake of the two coppers, the waiter helped Dean, who finally collapsed drunk at the table, to the only inn where he could stay.

"Wine, wine, give me another glass!"

Dean's mouth continued to murmur these words all the way until the waiter threw him onto the bed, replaced by a continuous loud snoring.

"I hate drunks, they vomit all that filth on the bed and on the floor, and the smell is ......"

The innkeeper continued to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, although this gentleman is not a big man, he is a nice and generous person!"

The waiter threw away the two coppers in his hand, which made the innkeeper's dissatisfaction stop abruptly; However, the innkeeper then muttered again, "There is only one restaurant in Horntown, so it's so unfair that you always run into these generous people!" ”

"Fair because we're taking a risk!" The waiter pointed to the swollen corners of his mouth, and then, after gesturing at the drunken Dean, "Fortunately, there are people like this gentleman - these merchants who have just completed their trade and are new to your land are not stingy if they are well served!" And, in Horntown, is such a merchant rare? ”

After saying that, the waiter smiled and turned to walk out.

The innkeeper was silent—for, the waiter, was right, it was all too common for merchants like Horntown from the south, who had just sold a shipment of goods in the Emerald Capital, and then to the north, to the extent that they were more common than the natives; Therefore, it is not difficult to earn some money, and even, you can live quite wealthy.

Maybe I should open a restaurant too?

However, then he remembered the bruise on the corner of the waiter's mouth, and the fact that he had just been born, but had spread throughout Horntown, about what happened to the restaurateur; Immediately, the innkeeper shook his head and closed the door, blocking out the loud snoring.

Click!

And just as the door was completely slammed shut and the footsteps outside the door were far away, Dean's eyes opened.

……

The night was getting deeper, but in the inn on the other side of Horn Town, Lu Man from the Emerald City. Bora is thundering-

"Bastard, did he treat me as an idiot, a fool? Something that can't see the light dares to ask for a thousand kimptons! Is he insulting me? Is it insulting our Bora family? ”

The noble old man, who had only been in the restaurant before, cursed, shook his fat body, and walked around the room twice quickly; And when he stopped again, the big man from the Emerald Capital had already made a decision, and with a straight hand, he called one of his two guards.

"Go back to the Emerald Capital and go to the Central Knights to find the deputy head there, Bokoci. Bora - he's my nephew! "You just have to say my name, and then let him bring some people here; Do you understand? Remember, be really good at it! ”

"Yes, sir!"

The dutiful guard replied respectfully, then turned and left the room.

As the guard left, Luman's anger did not disappear, but on the contrary, it became more intense, which made him like an angry bull, and began to circle around the room again, and then he bit the bottle of rum in the room and poured it down.

Luman needed something to quench his anger, or he would have thought he would have been driven mad by anger - of course, bad alcohol was not the choice; Young people of the opposite sex are the best choice, but it's a pity that this is Horntown, not in the Emerald Capital; He didn't want to get into trouble for the family here.

After all, that Marquis of York was not a figure to be messed with, and the identity of the other party's century-old nobles was undoubtedly much more noble than their Bora family.

However, when anger and alcohol are reversed, some wonderful images always come to mind, especially the slightly beautiful restaurateur from before, so that the Lord Rumman. Bora's breathing was so rapid that he had to douse the heat with another sip of cold liquor - but alas, it was like adding fuel to the fire, igniting the heat in his heart.

"Dok, Dok!"

The Lord roared with a thick neck, but there was no answer.

"You bastard, where is it, get me out of here!"

The conjecture in his mind made this lord not immediately realize that it was wrong, but because of the guard's failure to fulfill his responsibilities, he scolded and scolded.

It wasn't until Dean, wrapped in a cloak, appeared in front of him and rested his sword around his neck that the lord woke up like a dream.

"What are you doing? Do you know who you're up against, I'm ......"

Syllable!

The spine of the sword interrupted the words of the noble old man, and the two scars on his face made the noble old man like a rooster choked by the neck of an invisible palm, and he couldn't scream, just like the owner of the restaurant before--as for why the whip with the spine of the sword was two scars? This was naturally because the noble lord's cheeks were so fat that the blades on both sides of the spine were sunk in.

However, there are some benefits to this.

Without waiting for Dean to speak, the great man from the Emerald City obediently shut his mouth - the more noble the big man, the more he trembled when facing his own blood; Although it is not absolute, but it has passed eighty percent, and it is clear that the Lu Man in front of him. Bora is not the remaining twenty percent of the hard-nosed, even though he is in charge of the Bora family's underground business.

"Luman. Lord Bora? ”

Dean, who lowered his voice, made his tone dark.

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