Da-da-da-da!

In the town of Irwindal, the sound of horses' hooves sounded on the deserted streets, and the owners of the shops on both sides looked curiously at the black cavalry team passing by, and the pair of cold and ruthless eyes made people shudder, for them who had lived in the town of Irwindale for a long time, it was rare to see such elite cavalry.

Skillfully pulling the reins, Modrian lifted his black visor, looked up at the simple and elegant courtyard in front of him, and said with a smile: "Cooper has a good eye, it seems that he has enjoyed this time quite a lot." ”

"Captain Cooper said that Master Modrian liked this style of building very much, so he bought it and used it as a daily office space." Bazel, who was on duty at the gate of the courtyard, saw a black cavalry team rushing towards him from a distance, and after confirming Modrian's figure, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"yes, I thought Cooper's eyes had changed!" Modrian quipped, shrugging his shoulders. "Gregory, you go in with me. Bazel, you take the others to the back to rest, and by the way, have the horses cleaned and fed. ”

"Yes, Master Modrian." Bazel bowed, and led the Noxian expeditionary cavalry to the backyard.

For this gathering of nobles in the city of Edalas, Modrian, out of his own considerations and some ideas, only brought Gregory and 10 Noxian expeditionary cavalry with the peak strength of knightly squires, while Darius and Crane stayed in Fort Dig in case there was an unexpected situation in the Lenwall Mountains.

After entering the courtyard, Modrian met Cooper, dressed in a brocade robe, less iron and blood, more elegant, and his long blue hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

"Master Modrian." Cooper stopped, bowed slightly, and said.

"Cooper, how's it going, do you know the details of the Oak Tavern?" Modrian said kindly, smiling.

"No, the base of the Oak Tavern is too clean, and the results of the investigation show that it is the original people who have lived in the town of Irwindale for decades." Cooper led Modrian and Gregory to his study, remembering that he had dealt with something similar at Perris Castle and eventually shook his head and smiled.

"But because it's so clean, so clean that people can't find a trace of flaws, but it makes me start to suspect that it seems to be a method similar to a spy, but so far, there is no useful information at all, and I am a little ashamed."

Modrian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, he was still very relieved about Cooper, he had worked hard for more than two months, and he was quite clean and skillful in handling things, and now it seemed that the Oak Tavern was indeed as hidden as Darius said.

"Gregory, it looks like we can't rest." Modrian turned and patted Gregory on the shoulder, the smile on his face slowly fading, leaving a touch of solemnity. "Let's go, Cooper, I'm kind of nostalgic for the Oak Tavern's Wild Boar Chop Rice and Flame Shochu."

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At noon, in the bustling alleys of the town of Irwindal, there were many merchants and mercenaries hurrying around, looking at their disheveled appearance, it was obvious that they had a wonderful and infinite memory of last night, and only now did they wake up in a daze.

The red and black flags in front of the oak tavern swayed in different movements with the cold wind, and the heavy oak doors still kept out the cold, but Modrian was no longer the pioneer knight he had when he first arrived in the town of Irwindale, and Cooper's findings were interesting.

Want to know the latest news from the town of Irwindale and the Lenwall Mountains? Welcome to the Oak Tavern, where the most accurate information is sold, and although it is a little expensive, you will not be disappointed, and the charm of the Golden Shield is here to release the enchanting taste of seduction!

Crunch!

The heavy oak door was pushed open by Modrian, and a faint noise echoed in the tavern, where active merchants and mercenaries were exchanging information with each other, and occasionally words came out, speculating about the sudden riot in the Lommor Mountains some time ago, but many of them remained in the mountain forests forever.

"It's fun!" Modrian's eyes inadvertently swept over several wooden tables in the corner, where a dozen burly men sat as vigilantly as they had been when they first arrived. Especially when they saw Cooper, they couldn't help but hold a steel rod or a long knife, and even more so they had already stood up and saluted Cooper.

As if sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, the merchants and mercenaries present left one after another to avoid harming the pond fish, well, they didn't even pay the fee, which was a good way for them to escape the order.

"Boss John, bring me six servings of wild boar chop rice and three servings of flame soju, thank you!" Modrian took Gregory and Cooper to sit at the bar and said lightly to Old John. "Why, aren't we welcome at the Oak Tavern?"

"Lord Modrian laughed, the Oak Tavern welcomes anyone, including you and your men." Old John replied by wiping the wooden cup in his hand, and there was no emotion in his cloudy eyes.

"Rossetti, go to the back kitchen and urge them to hurry up and make wild boar chop rice and serve it to the knights."

"Okay, Daddy." The thin Rossetti woke up from the wooden table, saliva still spreading from the corners of his mouth, he looked at Modrian in a daze, rubbed his eyes and said. "Good afternoon, Lord Modrian!"

"Good afternoon, Rossetti." Modrian said casually, then looked at the old man who was enjoying lunch beside him. "Long time no see, old Jack."

"It's you, Modrian, long time no see, I almost didn't recognize you at first sight, who would have thought that as a pioneer knight, you could safely build a sentry outside the Loenwall Mountains." Old Jack said, chewing on the food in his mouth.

Modrian's arm followed the flame soju handed over by Old John froze slightly, and then returned to his senses, and the exchange of words was vividly displayed in two or three sentences.

He never believed that pie would fall from the sky, but when he first visited the Oak Tavern, Old Jack gave him a lot of useful information for free, including news about the dangers of Lenwall and Rossetti's exploration of the Lenwall Mountains as a guide.

Many things that were previously unclear to him, after being exposed to the information Cooper gathered, Modrian began to understand, such as his becoming a pawn for others to explore the Lommel Mountains, all of which told the simplicity of the Oak Tavern, not just the warning words of Darius.

Especially now, Old Jack not only knows about the attack of the wolf thief jackdaw, but even knows about the area established by Fort Digwo, and is indeed worthy of being an intelligence dealer in the town of Irwindale.

"Thanks to Old Jack, for your original message and advice, I toast you!" Modrian took a sip of the flaming soju, his face flushed slightly, and the fiery sensation burned from his body.

"Really, don't you mean it? For example, invite me to a glass of flame shochu? Old Jack said with a smile, his old wrinkled skin was somewhat transparent in the magic light, and the fine veins were slightly visible.

"Of course, Boss John, a bottle of flame soju will be counted on my account!" Modrian leaned back in his chair and smiled, he didn't feel Old Jack's genuine smile, the fake face was disgusting, and of course, he was.

The conversation ended abruptly, and silence enveloped the Oak Tavern, where Modrian was quietly sipping the wild boar chop rice, as did Gregory and Cooper, and Old John was still wiping the wooden glass in his hand, except for Old Jack, who had left the bar after drinking the flaming soju, and walked to the guest room on the second floor of the tavern.

Crunch!

The heavy oak door was slammed shut, and Modrian looked back at the oak tavern, his heart fluctuated, he just seemed to sense a hint of hostility from Old Jack's false smile, no, not only Old Jack, but also Boss John's hostility towards him.

"What is it that makes the two old men so hostile to me? I don't remember anything that was not done well. ”