The Emerald Tower

When the waiter came back again, everyone could see the extra palm prints on his face and the blood-stained corners of his mouth; however, no one dared to say anything. They were all hurriedly eating with their heads down. The one that was almost finished, chose to leave without hesitation.

　　 As some businessmen, how dare they criticize an aristocratic master?

　　 When the waiter came out again, the injury on the corner of his mouth had already been dealt with. Of course, don't expect potions and gauze-a waiter in a restaurant can't afford those things, but simply cleaned it with the water, making it less embarrassing.

　　 "Sir, your barbecue and ale!"

The waiter took the plate and walked to Dean—mostly half of the hind legs were neatly placed on the plate, while the ale was full, which would overflow if you accidentally ; Obviously, Dean’s copper is worth the price.

　　 Of course, the role of that copper is still playing—

　　 "Are you okay? And... do you have any suggestions for staying here? Clean and safe one!"

As a stranger, Dean expressed his concern. Then, Dean, who held up the glass of wine, slowed down his speech, spoke with the accent of the three southern counties, and asked casually, just like Those who traveled from the south to the north for the first time, arrived in Horn town like the merchants.

"Of course it's okay-although there is only one restaurant in Horn Town, there are three hotels, but there will only be one left tonight!" As he said, the waiter shrugged indifferently-obviously, for what happened at this moment He was so used to it that he didn't want to stay on such a topic at all, and directly answered the question behind Dean.

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

　　 Dean looked surprisedly around the dining table, which wasn't very crowded.

　　 "Of course, if you don't have the big man upstairs, you can pack all the hotel down!"

The waiter replied. Obviously, he tried his best to conceal his hatred, but Dean could hear clearly; and under such hatred, the waiter began to vent-like answers: " That was a real big man, with two guards, from the Emerald Capital—welcoming a guest from afar..."

　　 At this point, the waiter's face turned weird.

"what happened?"

　　 Dean asked just right.

"The guest of that important person is really a little out of dignity. It feels like robbers and bandits!" The waiter lowered his voice and said, at the same time, quietly pointing to the private room on the far right upstairs, with a look of disgust. "Simply with that big man... Fortunately, Captain Mark is a truly dedicated person!"

　　 Although the words were a little vague, Dean knew what the waiter wanted to say, so he cooperated with an expression of the same disgust.

　　 "We should wish ourselves lucky!"

　　 Then, after getting enough information, Dean, who was completely confirmed, took up the wine glass and gestured to the waiter with the attitude a businessman should have.

　　 "Yes, what does it matter to me? We just have to celebrate our luck!"

　　 nodded, and the waiter continued to get busy--as for the injury to the corner of the mouth? It's not that he has broken hands and feet. He needs to continue working if he wants to get the day's wages. .

　　 Dean, who seems to be chewing at the desk, but actually got the most important information, has cold eyes in his eyes, but it is fleeting.

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

　　 "Okay, sir!"

　　 The waiter replied respectfully again—for the extra copper.

　　……

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

　　 "Wine, wine, give me another glass!"

　　 Along the way, Dean murmured such words until the waiter threw him on the bed, replaced by a continuous loud purr.

　　 "I hate drunks, they will throw up the filth on the bed and the floor, and the smell, it's just..."

　　 The owner of the hotel vented his dissatisfaction continuously.

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

The waiter tossed the two coppers in his hands, causing the innkeeper’s dissatisfaction to cease; but then, the innkeeper murmured again: “There is only one restaurant in Horn Town, so you always run into These generous people are really unfair!"

"It's fair, because we took the risk!" The waiter pointed at the corner of his bruised mouth, and then pointed at the drunk Dean, "Fortunately, there are people like this gentleman— —As long as the service is good, these merchants who have just completed the transaction and first come to your place are not stingy! And in Horn Town, is such a merchant rare?"

After 　　 said, the waiter leaned back with a smile, turned and walked out.

The innkeeper stopped gnawing—because the waiter was very right. In Horn Town, the merchants who came from the south just sold a batch of goods in the emerald capital and went to the north are too common. They are more common than the locals. There are a lot of people; therefore, it is not difficult to make some money, and it is even possible to live quite well.

　　 Maybe I should open a restaurant too?

However, immediately he remembered the bruise on the corner of the waiter’s mouth, and what had just happened, but it had spread throughout Horn Town, about the experience of the restaurant proprietress; suddenly, the proprietor of the hotel shook his head and closed the door. The loud grunt stopped behind the door.

　　 Click!

　　 And just as the door was completely closed and the footsteps outside the door went away, Dean opened his eyes.

　　……

　　 The night is getting deeper, but in the hotel on the other side of Horn Town, Ruman Bola from the Emerald City is furious——

　　 "Asshole, does he treat me as an idiot, a fool? Some ugly things dare to ask for a thousand Kimptons! Is he insulting me? Is he insulting our Pola family?"

This majestic master who was only in the restaurant before was cursing, while shaking his fat body, he quickly walked two circles in the room; and when he stopped again, this man came from the Jade The big man in Du had already made a decision, and he raised his hand and called one of his two guards over.

"Go back to the emerald capital, go to the Central Knights and find the deputy commander there, Bokots Pola-he is my nephew!" Ruman ordered, "you just have to say my name, and then let him Bring some people here; understand? Remember, be really good!"

　　 "Yes, sir!"

　　 After the loyal guard replied respectfully, he turned and left the room.

As the guards left, Ruman’s anger did not disappear, on the contrary, it became stronger. This made him look like an angry bull, and began to circle around the room again. After that, he even more A bottle of rum bit the cork and poured it down.

Ruman needs something to extinguish his anger, otherwise, he absolutely thinks he will be driven mad by anger-of course, low-quality alcohol is not the first choice; young people of the opposite **** are the best choice, but this is Horn Town , Not in the emerald capital; he didn't want to cause trouble for the family here.

　　 After all, the Marquis of York is not something to provoke. The identity of the other party's century-old nobleman is 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 restaurant proprietress before, causing the Lord Ruman Pola to breathe so fast that he Had to use another sip of cold wine to extinguish this scorching heat-but unfortunately, this sip of wine was like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting the scorching heat in his heart.

　　 "Dork, Dork!"

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

　　 "You bastard, where are you~www.novelmtl.com~ come out!"

　　 The imaginary in his mind made the Lord Lord not find out what was wrong at the first time, but instead he scolded because of the guards' insufficiency.

　　 Until Dean, who was completely wrapped in a cloak, appeared in front of him and put a long sword on his neck, the lord recovered like a dream.

　　 "What are you doing? Do you know who you are facing, I am..."

Snapped!

The stroke of the sword's spine interrupted the noble master's words, and the two scars on his face made the noble master like a rooster whose neck was pinched by an invisible palm. Coming out, it's like the owner of the restaurant before - As for, why are there two scars in the sword spine? This was naturally because the cheeks of the noble master were so fat, that the blades on both sides of the spine were sunk in.

　　 However, this also has some advantages.

Without waiting for Dean to speak, the big man from the emerald capital closed his mouth obediently-the more noble the big man, the more timid he was when facing his own blood; although it is not absolute, but More than 80%, and obviously, Luman Paula in front of him is not the remaining 20% ​​hard bones, even if he is in charge of the underground business of the Paula family.

　　 "Master Ruman Paula?"

　　 Dean lowered his voice, making his tone gloomy.

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