"Tavern, I remember the most famous in the town of Irwindale is the Oak Tavern, right? The wild boar chop rice and flame shochu taste very good. ”

Horace recalled a fragmented memory of more than two years ago, and stood at the mouth of the silent street in some confusion.

This alley does not seem to be the road leading to the Oak Tavern.

"Oak tavern? Haha, it's already in the past tense, reduced to ashes under a fire. Congreve elaborated. The tavern is now the best tavern in Irwindale, and there isn't one! ”

As good as it sounded, Horace believed his partner's words, and a hint of interest was seduced in his silent heart.

Spirits and beauties are the favorites of mercenaries, and sometimes spirits are even more important to mercenaries.

"What's the name of the tavern?"

"Tavern!" Congreve said subconsciously, and then the two of them stood at the entrance of the street like fools, staring wide-eyed.

“....... You mean, the name of the tavern is ...... Tavern. ”

"Of course, you think?" Congreve snorted, then stepped into the silent alley. "Lady Luck is here, and I hope we can catch today's business hours."

Boom!

A dull sound sounded in the alley, and a slightly strong body slammed into the hard alley wall, slowly sliding and falling to the cold ground.

"Another piece of waste, just one drink to get drunk and waste my time!" A hoarse and irritable voice came from inside the broken wooden door, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Hey, two little ones." The huge body hidden in the shadow of the wooden door noticed Horace and Congreve approaching, and his gaze fell on them casually, this time should have come to the tavern, and it happened that the commissioning of the ale lacked one or two attempts.

"Do you want the last drink before closing?"

Horace swore that when that gaze came over, he definitely felt the aura of a prehistoric beast coming over him, a terrifying and suffocating feeling.

"Of course, Senpai, it's an honor to enter your tavern."

On the contrary, Congreef, who was beside him, seemed to have become accustomed to this, bent his burly body slightly, did not care about his humble appearance, and then threw out a heavy sack of linen.

"This is 100 gold guilders, the wine money for the two of us!"

"Come in!" An invisible force opens the heavy oak door, as if to welcome the guests.

It's just that Congreve, as a guest, didn't dare to relax in the slightest, this was the fifth time he had entered this tavern thanks to the favor of Lady Luck, so he knew the tavern's temper well.

The slumped drinker in the corner is a testament to that!

Horace cautiously followed Congreve into the tavern, and before entering, he glanced back at the drunken drunkard, as if sensing the uncontrollable wisps of life energy overflowing with inexplicable pressure.

"Transcendent Knight?!"

......................

Judging by its stale exterior appearance, this tavern is not small, taking up almost half of the Silent Alley.

But everything changed when you entered, and the interior of the tavern was decorated with rough and heavy, with coffee-colored barrels piled up on the left and right, leaving only a narrow aisle, and the corks opened to fill the air with the smell of ale.

For Gulagas, drinking was the only thing that mattered more than fighting, especially since he had an unquenchable thirst for stronger and stronger ales. {Gulagas had an unwavering love for ale.} }

Driven by this desperate desire, he began to search for the strongest and most unusual ingredients to distill and make some of his own ales.

The purpose of this tavern is to provide him with constant inspiration and inspiration.

Of course, as a true 'Cellar Master', Gulagas doesn't mind giving those who try it a few insignificant rewards.

"What kind of ale do you want to drink?" Gulagas wrigged his massive frame, his orange-red beard brushing the wine-stained tabletop.

Congreve and Horace sat in high chairs through the narrow aisle, and after they looked at each other unnaturally, Congreve was the first to speak.

"With a high concentration of ale wine, it doesn't matter what it tastes."

He had a certain understanding of the tavern owner in front of him, a drinker with an irrepressible appetite for high-strength ale, and he especially liked to brew his own wine and invite some guests to try it.

If only that's not bad, but when the drunkard has terrifying strength and a moody and impulsive temper, everything is not so rosy.

However, none of the above prevents this from becoming the default 'holy place' for all mercenaries in the town of Irwindale.

This is because the ale wine, which is very strong, has a subtle effect that can increase its strength.

Horace nodded slightly at the tavernkeeper, meaning that he had the same choice as Congreve, but he took advantage of the tavernkeeper's turn to take the wine, carefully observing the person in front of him.

The orange-red hair was scattered on the back, and the smooth crown of the head seemed to be tattooed with some kind of magic pattern, which had a strange and strange feeling. The stray beard was bound by a special metal clasp, which swayed with the movements of the tavernkeeper,

The large size of the body may seem like a fat feeling, but the muscles that sometimes rise up give people a sense of great strength, and the most obvious is that when making wine, the extremely subtle vast life energy is fleeting.

"Happy hour, welcome!" Gulagas didn't care about Horace's observation, he could crush and tear this weak chicken with his hands.

"Okay, thanks to the boss!" Congreve couldn't wait to take a sip of the high-strength ale, and instantly a blush crept up his cheeks, and his already clear eyes were confused.

Horace, who came for the first time, also learned the same, and drank the ale in his hand in one gulp, and the thick liquor that overflowed gave off an intoxicating aroma.

Bones! Bones!

Before they could savor the ale in their mouths, Congreve and Horace sank their heads, then slid to the bottom of the table as if unconscious, and lay on the tavern floor in spite of their image.

When Gulagas saw the situation in front of him, he didn't know where to find a notepad, which was densely packed with various data and drink information.

"Huh!?"

Gulagas, who was collecting data, glanced at Horace in surprise, there seemed to be something strange in the little one's body, but none of this was his business.

For Gulagas, drinking and winemaking are the most important things, everything else is nothingness, oh, and the battle that intrigues me a little.

With a casual throw, Horace and Congreve's drunken bodies were thrown out of the door, just like the guy before, lying in the cold alley and falling asleep.

......................

"Okay, no need to hide anymore, what's the matter? Shadow Streamers. Gulagas closed the door to the tavern and turned to look at the shadows in the corner, his calm eyes as if he had seen through everything, locking on the thin figure hidden in the shadows.

"I'm sorry, Lord Gulagas, but I was forced to come uninvited, but Lord Gregory is waiting for you at the Guard's Mansion." The hoarse and low words finished delivering the message, and then dissipated into a shadow and quietly left the tavern.