In front of the oak door, Modrian looked at the guests in the tavern with some inexplicability, but good aristocratic etiquette kept him in his mind and grinned.

"Sorry to bother you!"

Glancing at the position behind the door, there were two burly men sitting on wooden chairs laughing with each other, but between talking and laughing, indifferent eyes swept over Modrian's party slightly, with a strong vigilance.

Ignoring any of this, Modrian looked around at the remaining seats, there was enough space, and then ripped off his pitch-black cloak and sprinkled rain.

"Welcome to the Oak Tavern, do you need something?" Old John said with cloudy eyes as he looked at Modrian and Darius sitting at the bar.

"Do you have accommodations? It takes about thirteen rooms. The temperature in the tavern was suitable, and Modrian said with his slightly stiff arm moving.

"Are there any other recommended foods? First serve a few servings, a little hungry. ”

"Yes, guest, please wait a moment." Old John turned and yelled at a corner of the tavern. "Rossetti, go up and tidy up the room, there's a guest tonight."

"Oh, Daddy, I'll go right away." A thin young man hastened up from the wooden table and hurried up the tavern stairs, seemingly awake not long ago.

"Wild boar chop rice and flame soju are our specialties, so let's get some first?" Old John said, turning the wooden wine glass.

"Okay, then let's have four servings of wild boar chop rice and two servings of flame soju, it's troublesome." Modrian nodded and said that walking in cold temperatures will speed up the consumption of body functions and make people feel hungry faster.

"Prepare more food and shochu for us, and other partners will be here soon."

"Well, okay, then I'll go to the kitchen to arrange it first." Old John inadvertently glanced deeply at Darius, and his cloudy eyes flashed with an inexplicable look.

The Oak Tavern reverted to a noisy atmosphere, with merchants and mercenaries alike paying no attention to strangers and gossiping about their own anecdotes.

Modrian is no stranger to taverns, and during his wandering journey for more than a month, he has stayed in many taverns with different characteristics, similar to the existence of bars in his previous life, but most of the people who are active in taverns are some runners, wandering mercenaries, or gang members.

While waiting, Modrian surveyed the interior of the tavern, the skeletons of unknown beasts hanging from the walls around it, a rugged and savage decoration that suited the northern territories, where the Blue Strawberry Inn was one of the few.

"Hey, man, what are you doing in the town of Irwindale, are you going to explore the Lenwall Mountains?" Old Jack at the bar took a bite of his meal and muttered.

As the closest town to the Lenwall Mountains, the town of Irwindale welcomes many mercenaries and merchants every year, as well as strangers of all sorts of identities.

"Yes, I am a pioneer knight, and I was sent here by my family to open up territory." Modrian shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"Hah, poor little fellow, Pioneer Knight? It's been a long time since I've seen you in the town of Irwindale. Old Jack took a sip of the liquor and wiped his greasy mouth.

There are very few borderlands on the continent of Karadimos, and they are basically demarcated by many countries, and coincidentally, the Lenwall Mountains are one of the few disputed borderlands.

The perennial snow-covered Lenvor Mountains lie in the northern part of the continent of Calradimos, and on the north side of the mountain range is the Eleanfaro Empire, because of the huge area of the mountain range, almost bordering more than a dozen countries, and the surrounding controversy has also ensued.

"But it's a pity that the Lenwall Mountains have become more and more dangerous in the last ten years, and all kinds of powerful beasts are frequently infested in the depths of the mountains, and many mercenaries and explorers have never returned, and they have almost become forbidden places for life."

"Of course, there are some pioneer knights like you, but the ending is the same, and it is estimated that your territorial dreams will be shattered here." Old Jack said as he looked at Modrian amusemently.

Hearing this, Modrian frowned, as if he didn't expect the situation to be so bad, which was different from the news he had inquired about in Edalas City.

In other words, he didn't expect that Viscount Brooke had already arranged his 'reward'.

"Did something happen that caused the Lenwall Mountains to become a forbidden place?" Modrian asked curiously.

"I don't know." Old Jack shook his head slowly, and took the last bite of food. "If you want to go to the Loenwall Mountains, it may be helpful to find a familiar guide."

"When you are old, it is time to rest, I have already told you what I know, and you can find out the specific news in the town of Irwindale yourself."

As if he had no desire to continue, Old Jack pushed away the finished food plate in front of him and stood up from the wooden chair, the tall skeleton showing the once strong and burly body, but with the passage of time, he staggered into a gray-haired old man.

"Guest, your wild boar chop rice and flame shochu are ready, please enjoy it slowly!" The old voice of Old John sounded in his ears, drawing Modrian's attention back.

"Thank you!"

Modrian picked up the clear soju bottle on the bar and took a big sip, warming his body with a burning sensation, and then began to savor his signature wild boar chop rice.

"It tastes good!" Modrian praised that in his previous life, as a food lover, it was also a good experience to pursue taste enjoyment.

After dinner, Modrian and his party all checked into the Oak Tavern, which was not as comfortable as the Blue Strawberry Inn, but it was clean and tidy.

However, due to the bad and changeable weather in the north of the kingdom, Modrian could only stay in the town of Irwindale to replenish some necessary supplies for the pioneering, and by the way, he also inquired about the information around the town of Irwindale.

The town of Irwindale, located in the northern part of the Kingdom of Stoke, on the edge of the Lenwall Mountains, is a northland town that attracts many wandering mercenaries all year round.

Coupled with rumors, there are countless treasures in the Lemmor Mountains, and more and more adventurous mercenaries are desperate to enter it, but the terrifying low temperature and the beasts that crisscross the mountains make it a famous forbidden place for life on the continent of Karadimos.

In addition to the mercenaries, some shrewd traders also sought business opportunities to the town of Irwindal.

After all, there will always be hungry beasts rushing out of the Lemmor Mountains to attack the surrounding villagers, and the beast fur, which symbolizes the spoils of war, is highly sought after by the nobles of the upper class.

Perhaps there are many reasons for this, but in recent years, what was once a northern town has gradually begun to transform into a transit base and trading town.

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The city of Edalas, a bustling aristocratic district, somewhere resplendent in a golden courtyard.

There was a sound of glamour coming from the delicate wooden building, punctuated by a coquettish moan, accompanied by a low roar, leaving only a gasping exhale.

"What's the matter?" It seemed to recover for a while, and a soft male voice came from the wooden building.

"My lord, the mission has failed."

"Hehe, I expected it, after all, our glorious knight Ferdinand has been confirmed dead within the family, ha, died at the hands of a noble young master!" The soft male voice said self-deprecatingly.

"After all, I underestimated the hidden power of the Perris family, but this should be the end of it, contact Jackdaw, I hope to hear your good news soon!"

"Yes, sir!" Black shadows emerged and disappeared from the front of the delicate wooden building, and then the sound of glamour sounded again.