Song of Blood and Wine

Pushing open the back door of the bar, a strong smell of alcohol and disgusting sweat rushed towards George.

Compared to the cold and cheerless street, there is another Heaven and Earth in the bar:

The mercenaries in half-length armor yelled, shoved and made noise. , From time to time, there are a few mercenaries fighting for a few Silver Coins or a few provocations;

The merchants who are wrapped in gauze choose the location in the corner of the tavern, under the cover of the noisy sound. Each minding their own business is doing profitable risky business;

The civilians who have nothing to do because of the war a few days ago choose a position closer to the wall and pour ale into their mouths , I want to use Jiujin to dispel the fear of war and the sense of depression in my heart.

Seeing the overpopulated tavern, George finally knew where the disappeared people on the street were hiding.

Thinking about it, George found a side position and sat down, thinking about when he should stay in the store. Subconsciously, George played with the Gold Coin he threw to himself when his father-in-law left.

George would not think that Arthur was an aristocratic dude, and he did not know the value of Gold Coin. As the leader of an army, it is common to manage armaments and cashiers. But if it is understood as giving charity to George, it is even more unreasonable. Arthur must know that the money in George's golden bag is enough to buy all the taverns on the street.

Thinking of Arthur’s decent style, George naturally understood that his money was to pay for his own expenses. George roughly estimated that even if he asked the store to provide the best horses for Rather’s horses in the stables Feed, this Gold Coin can also consume nearly half a year.

"Half a year? Is it really a headache for me to wait so long?"

George held his head in pain, for the rest of the day waiting in the tavern 'S future expresses a headache. He is not all about going to the Parada Empire to courting death. After days of rushing with Arthur, he has also figured it out. He should continue to live on this plane for a period of time, at least before being judged. He respected Lova's parents as much as he could, and eased their pain of bereavement. Regardless of whether they were willing to accept him as a son-in-law, George felt that he should be so.

"Guest, guest? What drink do you need?" Some faint voice from the bar waitress interrupted George's thoughts. Seeing George finally came back to his senses in her relentless scream, she timidly handed the menu to George.

"Please have a glass of rye and another steak, thank you."

George glanced at the waitress’s short and pointed half-elf ears, then glanced at her hand. The menu, the mainland common text on it almost made him fall into the memories with Luowa.

The mainland lingua franca of this foreign world was also taught by her wife bit by bit during the year she spent together here.

"Ah...Okay, please wait a moment, please."

The waitress was surprised by George's polite attitude. Recently, due to the siege war, The bar was crowded with mercenaries who wanted to make blood money and merchants who made war fortune. All of them were either drunk and arguing, or mysterious wanting to inquire about the news. In contrast, George was too much. The polite attitude seems a bit incompatible with this dirty environment.

"If this guest's tip could be so polite, it would be perfect." The waitress placed an order for George expectantly, and turned and walked towards the back kitchen.

But the moment the waitress turned around, an oncoming mercenary collided with her.

George clearly saw that at the moment of the collision, the mercenary deliberately let go of the wine glass in his hand, the huge and heavy oak wine glass hit the waitress’s head, and the inferior ale was spilled. The clothes on her body were also completely drenched by the sprinkling of alcohol.

Are you here to do something? George's eyes narrowed, telepathy was activated.