To Bonnie and Abuncht's surprise, the fat aristocratic man really just invited them to a meal!

Ace was very bold in taking over one of the largest mercenary taverns in Mias. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This kind of restaurant also runs a low-end tavern that he usually doesn't come to at all, but today he made an exception and chose to entertain his "guests" here.

The name of this tavern is "Mercenary House", and the tavern dedicated to mercenaries and adventurers is not actually the best in Mias City, but it is indeed the largest in the city. This tavern is located on the main road near the North City Gate, and because it is a restaurant and inn, it occupies an area several times larger than other shops.

The mottled wooden doors are covered with heavy iron strips, and rusty rivets are a silent reminder of the tavern's long history. Outside the gate, a wooden board nailed signboard was crossed with a sword and a shield, and the sword and shield took up almost half of the entire signboard, and a small part of the empty part below was carved with a wooden cup with a handle and several large Meenian characters "Mercenary House".

In Mias, when it comes to the "Mercenary House", it can be said that everyone knows about it, even if you stop a civilian on the side of the street and ask where the store is, the civilian can point you out the exact location without thinking. Because it has become a distribution center for mercenaries and adventurers in the city, countless mercenaries and adventurers come and go in and out of the tavern every day.

Later, many merchants who needed to hire these mercenaries simply came to the tavern to pick people, and many mercenaries simply regarded the tavern as their real home. As a result, it has indirectly promoted the prosperity here.

Mercenaries and adventurers are not the same profession, although they resemble each other in appearance, and both trade their lives for money.

But there is still a big difference between them. Mercenaries make a living by taking on tasks such as escorting, protecting, and finding people and things, which simply means that they have to wait until someone pays to hire them.

Adventurers, on the other hand, are exploring everywhere, looking for valuable herbs, monuments, capturing some specific magical beasts, etc., adventurers do not need to stay in one place and wait for someone to pay to hire them, but they take the initiative to find the buyers they need with their harvest.

The mercenaries act in teams, while the adventurers are mostly alone, and this is the biggest difference between them.

Originally, the two professions were not so clearly separated, and their businesses were often confused. But as time passed, these people's different values began to gradually divide them into two detailed professions, mercenaries regarded credit and honor as their lives, and adventurers regarded money and freedom as their lives. So now, two different professions have been completely formed, and they pour well water from each other without river water.

Today, the mercenary house ushered in a nobleman, and this nobleman also generously chartered the entire tavern to entertain a small mercenary group, which naturally alarmed the proprietress - Meryl! Meryl is in her thirties, but she is well-maintained, she looks like she is in her twenties, and she is affectionately called "Aunt May" by mercenaries and adventurers.

Meryl wondered if it was the aristocratic lord from the city who would come to her famous but low-grade tavern. Therefore, she decided to receive this nobleman in person, with a blond and chubby figure, an unfamiliar face, Meryl had never seen this fat man in her memory.

But this did not prevent her from greeting the fat man enthusiastically, and Meryl, who was used to seeing the world, had very vicious eyes. She could see at a glance the gorgeous clothes on the fat man's body, and she also saw the domineering arrogance of the servants who followed the fat man inadvertently.

This person didn't provoke herself and the mercenaries who teased her while calling her "Aunt May". She turned around and drove the guys who looked like they were confused on the outside, but respected themselves very much in their hearts, and she was really worried that the mercenaries who spoke indifferently would offend the fat man unconsciously.

Fortunately, the fat man's eyes did not stay on himself and those mercenaries, and at this moment all his attention seemed to be on the long-legged chick who followed behind, Meryl couldn't help but feel a trace of regret for running out rashly.

I took a closer look at the long-legged girl.,Hmm.。。 The body is perfect, especially those legs! made her feel sour in her heart, compared to her figure, the girl's appearance was a little mediocre.

The fat man was very generous, and told Meryl to serve only the best food and wine. Several shiny yellow-orange-orange gold coins were thrown over, and Meryl took them without leaving a trace, saluted the fat nobleman, and then retreated to the back hall.

Ace warmly beckoned the Swords and Roses mercenaries to sit down, and then politely pulled out a stool for Bonnie. The fat man's deferential behavior made everyone in Sword and Rose feel 100,000 wary, especially Bonnie and Ebuhit, who were even more nervous, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on their backs.

After arranging for his "guests" to sit down, Ace sat down. But as soon as he sat down, he couldn't help frowning, the stool was very hard, and the square wooden table in front of him didn't even have the most basic polishing, it was rough as if it was directly spliced with thick wooden boards, and some of the places that were often touched and rubbed were already shiny, but there was a layer of black and unknown stains around them.

As the dishes continued to be served, the fat man's brow furrowed even tighter. Large chunks of meat, chunks of vegetables, equally chunks of dry bread, and an unknown liquid that smells of sour alcohol from bulky wooden cups that can fit your fists in... Are these the "best" dishes and wines here?

This is..? Wooden spoons? Staring in a daze at the shiny wooden spoon in front of him that was almost as wide as his mouth, the aristocratic lord Ace, who couldn't bear it anymore, almost jumped up.

Seeing that the long-legged woman next to him and the old fox opposite were all taken for granted, Young Master Ace finally endured it, he slammed his heart sideways, picked up the wooden cup in front of him that was bigger than his fist, stood up and saluted around, and said loudly: "You're welcome, please!" After speaking, as soon as he closed his eyes, he poured the unknown sour liquid from the cup into his mouth.

The entrance is a little bitter and sour, but after the stomach, a trace of sweetness slowly ripples in the mouth. It doesn't seem to be as unpleasant as it seems, and as the liquid enters the stomach, a hot heat rises, and Ace, who doesn't have the concept of alcohol, ponders, "This thing is quite strong, just like the character of that long-legged chick, I like it!" Hey~~"

With the fat man taking the lead, the servants who sat with him also began to work hard to liven up the atmosphere. It didn't take long for the two groups of people who were still nervous to eat and drink like good brothers and buddies.

The meal was eaten until the sun went down, and Bonnie, who had already sunset, and Ebuhit, who had a big tongue, had lost their initial vigilance at all, because the fat man was already drunk and talking nonsense.

Until the fat man Ace, who vomited all over the ground, was helped away by his servants, he was still muttering in his mouth, "Come ~ drink!" I'm not drunk! ”

Looking at the fat man and his party staggering away, Bonnie asked the old magician beside him softly, "Uncle Ebuhit, shall we open Mias now?" ”

Abhitt deflated his mouth that had lost a few teeth, "Should it?" Probably? There's no danger, right? "The fat man took the initiative to book all the best rooms for them in the "Mercenary House"!

Now, Abhitt wasn't sure, but looking at the staggering companions behind him, they had to choose to stay in the end...