"Boss!"

In the free world, in the southern province of Santelius in the Frey Empire, a warrior covered in gorgeous iron armor laughed and pushed open the wooden door of the "Wind Eagle" tavern in Tanzanian City, and at the same time covered the crisp voice of the bell hanging above the wooden door with his loud voice: "A large glass of ale!" ”

"Oh, it's Lot!" As the bartender, who looked like a strong man, nodded in agreement, one of the several loud men sitting in front of the tavern bar immediately turned his head: "Where did you go crazy again?" Why did it take so long to come back? ”

"You still drink this strange cocktail."

Without answering the other party's question, the warrior Lot, who was sitting next to the other party, threw the huge long sword he was wearing on the ground heavily: "What is there to drink in this kind of wine that only women drink?" It's not as good as ale! ”

"You know, this is a drink for adventurers." The man who shouted at Lott didn't care about the other party's attitude at all, and the smile on his face became more ambiguous: "I've specially observed, they use this kind of thing when they catch that kind of beautiful lady, so ......"

"So that's what women drink."

With a heavy snort of disdain, the big-shouldered and round-waisted Lott reached out and took the large glass of ale handed over by the bartender into his arms, and then, after a period of heavy drinking, let out a sigh of satisfaction: "Ahhh ”

"It's still very cold now, be careful that you end up drinking and ruining your stomach." Another drinker gathered in front of the bar then straightened his neck: "If you are kicked out by Jenna again, no one will pick you up, hahahahaha!" ”

"Pierce! Are you undergoing another beating! Lot, who was holding the wine glass, immediately stiffened his neck again: "It's kind of a one-on-one fight with me again!" ”

"Come on, I don't want to fight you when you're drunk." The drinker, known as Pierce, then retracted his head: "I don't know the weight of my hand, in case I accidentally break another ......."

"No, no, no, big deal...... Hiccups – just drink a little less. ”

With a big burp of satisfaction, Lot, who withdrew his gaze, shrank his body back together: "Anyway...... There's nothing damn about patrolling lately, and I can take a good rest. ”

"I said why haven't I seen you lately, I turned out to be on patrol." The man who was sipping the cocktail on the armored warrior before showed a knowing face: "What, Lord Romlia is in trouble with your squadron again?" ”

"That bastard in Romlia, I'll see him later—"

Widening his eyes, which had become much redder after drinking, the warrior Lott then slowly lowered his arm that had just been raised: "Forget it, this incident has nothing to do with him......"

"Yo, our man, Lot, didn't go crazy this time." The man who pointed at the other party and laughed again for a while, then his eyes fell on the other party again: "What's the reason for that?" ”

"It seems to be...... Hiccup. ”

After pouring a large sip of ale again, Lot, who looked satisfied, then replied in a lazy voice: "It seems that some big man has come, and he is going to pass through our Tanzanian City or something......"

"You're talking about the guy who returned, right?" Before he could finish his words, another drinker sitting next to him at the tavern bar also gasped and said what he knew: "I heard that it is still a relative of Lord Romlia or something......"

"I can't talk about relatives or anything, and their grandfather is still several generations behind." The warrior Lott waved his hand heavily: "But he is indeed surnamed Romria, and there should be nothing wrong with that." ”

"It must be the victim of some shameless imperial nobleman who wants to use it as a tool!" A drinker in the corner of the tavern then let out his drunken comment: "What outsider can afford the courtesy of so many people?" Even Emperor Drenier wants to see him in person? Impossible! ”

"The matter of the emperor's personal reception is just a rumor."

The tumultuous tavern that had entered the night was silent for a moment at the appearance of this shout, and then returned to normal again with the voice of the man sitting next to Locke: "After all, the authenticity of the news we are hearing now has yet to be confirmed, and I don't know what the origin of that guy who ran back from nowhere is unknown, and if I were the emperor, I wouldn't easily meet such a guy who suddenly appeared......"

"But he's definitely going to pass by us now."

Raising his head and pouring the last few drops of wine in the cup into his mouth, the warrior Lott turned his hand and handed the wine glass to the bartender in front of him again: "I heard that the big man has a deep relationship with the province of Santerus, and he may live in this place in the future, so in order to ensure the safety of the surrounding area, Captain Grian also gave the patrol task early......

"The situation is so bad now, it should have been strengthened to strengthen the guards around it." The drinker, who also held the wine glass, replied in a low voice, "If something like Zaraha really happens, you can't do anything on your own." ”

"We've circled around Tanzania for a dozen or so rounds!" The warrior Lott waved his arm: "Even if there are really restorers lurking in the city, there is nothing else we can do!" They can do whatever they like! ”

"Don't give up, Lot."

Holding a red cocktail glass, the man sitting at the edge of the bar slowly showed a little smile: "Trouble is not necessarily an opportunity sometimes, that mysterious big man may really have some skills as rumored, since he is a descendant of nobles, maybe he will also have some means to govern the territory......"

"I don't think so." The armor-covered warrior shook the wine in his mouth vigorously: "The skills of the Romlia family, I, Lot, have seen it two years ago, his distant relative...... No matter how powerful he is, how much higher can he be than Bernard? ”

"Goshawk Army...... Hey. The man who heard these words also chuckled and turned the lower edge of his wine glass: "The battle in Sky City has indeed become the biggest joke of the Imperial Army in recent times, but if I had to choose between Bernard and Bamos, I would still choose Bernard, at least he is still a strong man, and he can protect the safety of our place for a while......"

"Come on, I think our little city will suffer sooner or later." A drunken drinker sitting on the other side of the bar also inserted his own voice into the conversation: "The turmoil of the Dark Witch has just spread, I heard that she has fled to our neighborhood, plus the lord who is so incompetent that he follows the nobles of the capital back and forth every day......"

Bang!

The ringing of the jingle bell echoed again in the opening of the door inside the tavern, and the door of the tavern not far from the bar was suddenly slammed to both sides, and an officer in the imperial uniform then walked into the suddenly quiet tavern under the escort of two guards, and his condescending gaze also fell on the nearest Locke: "Locke, you are really still lazy here......"

"Keep your dog's eyes open and get a good look at Levin, I've just come back from the other side of the Gemenan River."

It didn't seem to have any respect for this officer in the imperial uniform, and Locke, who was facing the bar, turned his head impatiently: "My ass here hasn't been hot yet, have you already heard the wind?" ”

"I don't have the leisure to hang out with you."

As if he was so angry by the other party's attitude, the officer with a look of disgust on his face waved his hand holding a noble handkerchief in front of him, and his arrogant gaze also withdrew from the direction of looking around the tavern, and fell on Locke with a face full of disdain: "His Excellency the Marquis of Romlia has issued the latest order to put Tanzania City and the surrounding areas on second-level alert, and all foreign residents and adventurers passing by who do not belong to the province of Santelius must be strictly interrogated and interrogated by us!" ”

"We're all busy with this, and you're still drinking here?" He looked at the wine-drinkers in the tavern with satisfaction as their mouths opened wide in surprise, and his fingers in white noble gloves then landed on Locke's body: "Don't you feel ashamed yourself, captain of the third squadron of the second brigade of the province of Santeleus?" ”

"Captain Ben has been patrolling outside for at least three days, and he hasn't taken off his armor once." Pushing the other party's fingers away with the drunken smell of alcohol, Captain Locke replied with a disdainful expression, "Compared to some girls who only hide in the city all day long and compete with other nobles, it should be much better." ”

"What did you say?" The officer known as Liwen immediately raised his eyebrows in anger: "You, you are insulting the sir!" ”

"I've stressed it to you many times, if there is any problem, go talk to General Steele." Locke, who was still slumped in front of the bar, rubbed the armor on his body and squeaked: "That's my direct commander, not some bullshit Lord." ”

"You, you ......" seemed to be trembling with anger from the other party, and the officer named Liwen pointed to the other party's fingers and began to tremble: "You actually ...... Actually...... You two! Arrest this bastard who dares to be disrespectful to the chief! ”

"Look, look, there's another good show!"

Looking at the two guards who came forward from behind the officer, the rest of the drinkers sitting in the tavern did not show the slightest timidity, they raised their wine glasses one after another, and shouted at the door of the tavern where the conflict was about to take place: "Another battle between the Imperial nobles and the Imperial military!" Who will be the winner? ”

"I thought there would be no such drama to watch recently, but I didn't expect it...... Today is really my lucky day. ”

"Come on, come on, open the market, I'll bet on twenty rounds, and Locke wins."

"No, no, no, these two qualities seem to be pretty good this time, I bet on Levine to win, ten rounds."

The boisterous noise of alcohol took over every corner of the tavern in an instant, as if even the fire near the middle of the wall had become vigorous, and Locke, who gradually stood up in the midst of the cheers, also smiled and arched his hand around, and at the same time threw the wine glass in his hand aside: "This glass is owed first, Uncle Paul." ”

"I, I tell you! These two are gold medal mercenaries that I bought from the Chancellor of the Exchequer at great expense! Seeing Locke's hideous face gradually enlarged in his field of vision, Levin, who retreated again and again, pointed out loudly to the two guards in front of him: "If you don't obey, I'll let them give you ......."

"Come on, little cub, when I was killing people on the battlefield with a saber, you didn't know where to play with mud."

Twisting his fists, Locke, who glanced at the other party, then fell on the two guards who almost collided with him: "As for these two......"

Boom!

A loud crash that shook the entire tavern then appeared between the gaps of the three different armors, and flew towards the night sky outside the tavern with the sight of Locke's suddenly outstretched hands and the swords and guns of the two men flashing together. The sound of ping-pong tables and chairs smashing was followed by the sound of the drinkers cursing and scolding and dodging towards the depths of the tavern, and was soon covered by the sound of more drinkers cheering and coaxing, and Locke, who stood still and looked at this achievement, then slapped his hands with satisfaction, as if he did not plan to continue to wait for the two guards to come back for the second round: "You want to catch me? Let's get your own skills up first, idiot. ”

"You, you...... I'm going to sue! The officer, who was left alone, stepped back sharply: "You insult the sir, insult the Marquis of Romria!" ”

"The thing I insulted that guy is known to everyone in this city." Locke, the warrior who approached the other party with a sly smile, said impatiently, "Can you find two more similar reasons?" ”

"You, you...... You are derelict in your duties! Officer Livin's eyes rolled back and forth twice: "You disappeared from the city for three days, and when you came back, you ran to the tavern to drink and have fun...... You're definitely not out on patrol, you're out on a drink! ”

"Boy, you can't just talk nonsense."

It seemed that the other party had said something that could not be mentioned, and the smile that had been on Locke's face slowly disappeared: "I agree to say that I insult the chief, but what I do with my brothers...... You can't be erased by a word from this guy of yours. ”

"You said you had just returned from the banks of the Gemenan, you ...... Do you have proof? Levin, who grabbed a life-saving straw, immediately smiled and provoked: "Do you have any evidence of where you are on patrol duty?" ”

"A patrol is a patrol, what bullshit evidence do you need?" Locke, who was wrinkling his eyebrows, raised his fist towards the officer who was constantly retreating: "Does it count if the captain has more than a dozen brothers on patrol to testify?" Does Lao Tzu not have a single outsider in the city? ”

"You-"

Jingle bells.

The cold air outside the door gradually leaked into the scene inside the tavern, and the bell hanging on the door of the tavern rang for the third time in the ears of every drinker present, and a man with a huge package on his back and a white-haired woman who was protected by the man in his arms then pushed the door and walked into the tavern under their watchful eyes: "...... Yo. ”

"Hello." He looked at the scene of the soldier with his fist raised and the officer facing each other in the silence, and scratched his hair with some distress: "I ......"

"I didn't bother you, did I?"