Behind the wooden door is a huge bar that can accommodate dozens of people, and on the north side are two rows of wine cabinets, filled with all kinds of alcoholic drinks, mostly low-strength liquor brewed by local wine merchants, most of which are beers.

The stone wall behind the wine cabinet was crawling with strange greenery, tentacles-like vines, all the way to the windows of the stone castle.

Illuminated by a thin glow, the entire tavern was dappled with light and shadow.

In front of the wine cabinet is a large, heavy, curved oak bar with a bubbling coffee machine.

A few fancy women were behind the bar and a few rugged men were laughing wantonly.

There is a small platform in the center of the bar, and several well-dressed girls are dancing on the pillar in the center of the platform, causing many drunks around to cheer wildly.

A big man with a beard on his face was even more red, and he rushed to the stage to dance with the girls, and immediately laughter and curses filled the room.

In such an atmosphere, the arrival of Ying Xingyun and several people did not attract anyone's attention.

Except for a one-armed old man in the shadow of the wine cabinet.

The old man was dressed in a dark purple robe, made of elaborate materials, with sharp lines and a serrated lower end of the placket, which was a popular style among the minor nobles.

The old man was holding a thick cigar cigarette in his mouth, constantly puffing out the cyan smoke ring, and his only remaining right hand kept rubbing a few bright and excessive gold dragon coins.

This old man is old Neil, a mercenary news monger and tavern owner.

As soon as Ying Xingyun entered the door, old Neil had discovered him, and his shrewd little eyes kept turning, both looking and suspicious.

Ying Xingyun did not deliberately disguise herself, and still wore the "iris" that was not too low-key.

Passing through the flow of people, Ying Xingyun and the others walked straight towards the old man's position, and there was inevitably some pushing in the middle.

When some drunks who didn't open their eyes saw such a "thin" Ying Xingyun, they immediately had the confidence to teach this ignorant young man a lesson.

A mighty man wearing a red scarf and a bare chest was the first to move.

With a rough and savage face, countless scars on his body, and a bloody ferocity all over his body, this guy is a complete thug!

"Hey, man, did you know you stepped on Uncle Kalia's foot?

If you don't lick it clean for me, I'll let you see your brains now!"

"Pinch him, Kalia!" burst into laughter in the tavern, and the equally vicious mercenaries around them seemed to have discovered something interesting, and began to heckle wildly.

Ying Xingyun didn't talk nonsense with him, his right hand was clenched, and an uppercut punch struck directly at the big man's chin, so fast that there was a faint sound of violent roar in the air.

However, Dahan had already prepared, almost predicted, crossed his arms and protected his head.

But unfortunately, Dahan misestimated the power of Ying Xingyun.

Is the power of 3,700 catties so easy to bear?

Therefore, the moment the fists and arms intersected, the big man was directly blown away.

Unstoppable!

Ying Xingyun's body twisted, almost teleporting, grabbed the figure that flew out, flew in the air, and kicked it back directly with a whip leg on his right leg.

Bang!

The floor is directly shattered, and the debris is splashed!

A low, but loud, howl resounded throughout the hall.

Seeing this, everyone in the guard group also leaked a trace of breath.

A furious dark blue light erupted from the members of the guard regiment, eroding towards every inch of the tavern, and the temperature in the tavern instantly dropped by more than a dozen degrees, so that dark blue frost began to condense on the floor.

Boom!

The tavern, which had been very noisy just a moment ago, was now surprisingly quiet.

A slightly embarrassed cough came from under the floor, and Kalia, whose flesh and blood were blurred between her arms, quickly got up from the ground and walked in front of Ying Xingyun.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his right hand and smiled at Ying Xingyun, "Welcome to Silver City!

"Good!" burst of cheers from the tavern.

These are mercenaries! They are fierce and aggressive, cruel and murderous, but definitely have brains.

As long as you're strong enough, you're entitled to their respect and friendship!

In the abyss of the underworld, strength reigns supreme!

"How about a glass of wine?" Ying Xingyun naturally stretched out his right hand to show his sincerity in accepting the Brotherhood of the Blood Arm.

Ying Xingyun had gradually begun to integrate into the world, and was not uncomfortable with the rapid change in Kalia's attitude.

"This is our glory!"

Soon, the two huge pure gin glasses were held in the hands of Ying Xingyun and Kalia respectively.

The glass was filled with a slightly cloudy liquor, half of which was syrup and half of Kalia's blood.

It represents the highest respect of the local mercenary gang!

Two of you, drink it all in one go!

The cheers in the tavern were even louder.

Ying Xingyun wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Blood is heroic blood, but this wine! It's almost meaningful, it's not strong enough!"

The first half of the sentence was a little fluttering to the ear, but the second half of the sentence was not very comfortable for him to listen to!

"Guest, this is already the best wine in Silver City, a good wine brewed by our Blood Arm Brotherhood!"

"Heh, what kind of good wine is this? It's as light as water!"

Hearing this, many people from the Blood Arm Brotherhood suddenly showed indignation, and some couldn't help but say bluntly: "Hmph! This is not a good wine? This wine is the most fragrant and strong in the entire Xionglu Ridge!"

Ying Xingyun grinned, "It's too light, it's better like this, how about I ask the big guy to taste the real spirits?"

After that, Ying Xingyun glanced at the chief of the guard, and the quick-eyed chief of the guard happily took out several bottles of beautifully packaged "brandy" from the space ring.

In fact, as early as the time of Black Castle, they tasted this so-called "brandy".

However, since it was the first time they had drunk such a strong drink, there were a lot of jokes.

Now, he's excited to see what these guys are doing.

Skillfully pulling out the cork on the mouth of the bottle, a strong aroma of wine came to the face.

Judging by this aroma alone, brandy is slightly superior.

Throw away the gold cup in your hand and replace it with a crystal glass goblet.

After pouring the golden liquor, Ying Xingyun returned the salute, "Salute to you, friends of the Bloodarm Brotherhood. ”

Kalia looked at the good-looking golden liquor, and without hesitation, he drank it all.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, a spicy smell filled Kalia's mouth and throat.

This made him cough lightly uncontrollably, and when the violent pungent smell slowly sank into his abdomen, a warm sensation quickly spread throughout his body.

At the same time, the mellow aroma of wine begins to emanate from the mouth.

"Whew!, good wine!" said Kalia, exhaling slowly, and those with a keen sense of smell even smelled a faint scent of grass.

After seeing that Kalia gave a good evaluation, everyone who had already smelled the aroma of wine couldn't wait to share a drink.

"Give me a drink!"

"I want it too!"

"Don't squeeze,, Thor, you've stepped on Lao Tzu's foot. ”

"Haha! Don't rob, don't rob, it's all there. ”

......

In the end, everyone was given a golden glass of wine.

The elegant and mellow taste and special aroma made this group of alcoholic mercenaries have to sigh that the wine they had drunk before was really terrible.

Unlike the mercenaries who only drank with their heads down, Kalia thought of more, knowing how much of a shock the liquor would have to deal to them once it hit the market.

He looked at Ying Xingyun with a complicated expression, and said tentatively, "I don't know how you sell this wine?"

For such a request, Ying Xingyun is, of course, a righteous refusal.

"I'm sorry, man, this is a nobility's special! I don't sell it, but if you want to drink it, I can give you a few bottles. ”

"Whew!", after hearing that Ying Xingyun was not for sale, Kalia let out a long breath, and the heart that had been lifted was finally put down.

The others, not as much as Kalia had thought, focused on the term "nobles' offering".

Indeed, only those aristocratic lords can taste such a beautiful bar!

Thinking that they would never have the opportunity to drink such a mellow wine again, they drank more slowly and carefully.

At the same time, he also has a better impression of Ying Xingyun, a generous "guest".

After tasting the perfect sake, the atmosphere becomes more and more lively.

Ying Xingyun also took the opportunity to ask Kalia for some news about Silver City.