The wooden door of the tavern and the round shield are of the same kind of wood, and they are heavy, steady, and the crazy fighters and rough soldiers make up for them from time to time, and they are still quite complete.

The boss was a middle-aged uncle, with a knife-like face and an upper-class beard, and a square towel wiped the glass—the color was very good, and the light was sufficient, which he bought to pour brandy for himself.

There was no big trouble in the tavern today, and the customer was still sweaty, and threw the coins in front of his eyes, and he set up a small barrel of wine for the other party to take away.

Repeat dozens of times and spend the night.

The guy who made the heckle has been beaten violently, and he didn't pass the first round, and the strength of the troublemakers today is really poor.

He looked up and saw the crowd laughing and dressing the wounded, who had already woken up and was rinsing his mouth with water and wine.

Square tables, stools, high-fat oil lamps......

It's good, nothing bad today, otherwise these guys will definitely not get a flavorful brew next time.

The boss's expression was solemn and bored, and his eyes swept over this decent restaurant.

"Damn."

He walked over to the bar and tried to pick a stick to put the window back up.

At this moment, the wooden door opened and closed, and two sword-wielding men entered, and the sound of conversation attracted the attention of a few drinkers.

"Molars, is that the name of the tavern?"

"Bai Jing Brew, Baili Sha Wine."

Lukla opened the bar bench, and Adam sat inside, Gu Xiang and the wine rushing to scratch his nose.

Two silver pythons jubilantly slid down the dented countertop to the boss.

He glanced at it, wrapped up in a cloth and receiving it under the countertop, as quickly and crisply as if he were picking up a piece on the side of the road, and lowered his head to continue wiping the glass, but nothing happened.

"I thought it was the menu."

Adam said, pointing to the elm sign on the wine cabinet.

There was even a candlestick underneath it to help the eyelid workers and drunkards read the price list.

"Good eyesight, sir, what to drink?"

"I paid, but you see, my hands are waiting, and they are empty in front of them."

"Oh~ That's a pity, why don't you try it again, generous outlander, and welcome to Taiganda."

【Treacherous Tavern Owner】

[Attitude: Contempt]

[Specialty: Brewing, tax evasion]

[Monologue: The beautiful silver python is just right to repair the windows.] 】

"Hey, look what this is, two outlanders!"

Whistles and boos splashed on Adam's back like dirty water, and he tilted his head and looked past his arm.

"You've got a lot of people in your shop."

【Gambling Drinker】

【Rogues】

【Drunk】

【Wandering Warbler】

……

"Young man, you shouldn't have come to the tavern with such a thing on your back, I'll take a look at it for you, lest you cut yourself when you're drunk."

The man was shriveled and ruthless, tattooed with a crow, and his rough arms stretched out to the silver sword.

Bang!

The rascal felt like he was being caught in the bottom of the carriage, an elbow on his forehead, a wrist dragged against the bar, and a muscle contusion that brought tears to his eyes.

Adam crushed his restless paw to the point of dislocation, his iron riding boots kicked against the high stool, and with a bang, the wooden bar snapped under his knee.

He raised his foot and stepped on the bench hard, and the hooligan's legs instantly overlapped, and he knelt down on one knee.

"Hiss~"

Cracked bones and layered wails made everyone bare their teeth and close their eyes.

"Knife,"

Adam took the dagger from Luca, his calm gaze going back and forth between the thug's palm and the tavernkeeper's.

Chop it down, causing a snorting sound, but it just got stuck between your fingers.

"Sir, have you ever played with pricking your fingers, how about entertaining before drinking?"

Tons, tons, tons, tons!

The speed of the knife is getting faster and faster, and the woman who is waiting for the wine has covered her face and screamed, and everyone in the tavern raised their eyebrows, waiting for the first blood flower to rise.

Adam, however, raised his head and deliberately did not look at his trembling, uneasy palm.

He looked at his boss with a puzzled expression.

"Where's my wine......"

The tavern's beard is shaky and panicked - thugs can sometimes persuade them to drink to increase their income, but if they lose their arms here, there will be even more trouble in the shop!

He hesitated in front of the wine cabinet, unable to recall what the other party had ordered.

"Lie down."

Adam struck the rogue on the back of the head with the hilt of his knife.

The unconscious body was spread out on the side of the bar, the stool below was stuck, and the top was pressed, and the slap that was no longer struggling gradually shrank, and the steel dagger jumped in it, and the sawdust flew up.

Call~

The roar made the boss almost let go of the bottle, and he hurriedly adjusted his breathing.

"Alright, alright, damn it, stop."

The wooden cork made a crackling sound, and he grabbed the wooden cup casually, and the yellow liquid rushed in, clattering.

Adam hooked up the stool with his feet and swung it back under Luca, and the thugs slipped like rotten meat, and the tavern began to chatter, and the women and drunks all looked at him with different expressions.

[You provoke nocturnal activities, many people are beating your idea, and the tavern brawl is about to begin.] 】

When a stone is thrown into the hustle and bustle, there should always be a reverberation.

The boss didn't even have time to feel sorry for the bar, although there was a lot of stubble left on it, and there were knife marks on the outline of the fingers, but it was better than leaving a broken limb!

The strong man, who had been moving for a long time, picked up the latch, jumped out of the shadows, rushed into the light, and smashed it down on Adam's back.

Bang, babble.

"No!"

The sneak attack missed, the knife marks on the bar were cracked, the planks were cocked, and the boss looked desperate.

How high the blood flies, how brittle the nose bone is compared to the knee.

"It's nice, I'm starting to like the way this town is welcomed."

Adamti pinched the other's neckline and laughed as if he had met something good.

Bai Jing brewed into his throat, from his expression to the admiration of his heart, he expressed the joy in his heart.

"Oh, sir, help me dismantle something again."

The wooden cup smashed on the bar, and the upturned part was forced back.

Adam took half a sip of high wine and gave a vigorous kick.

The boss's lips twitched, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

"No, my door!"

He shouted hoarsely, but the thick lump of wood rattled and took away half of the door frame and fell to the ground.

The boss's voice was full of resentment, and it reached the street through the empty gap, and the whole tavern trembled a little, and more dust fell on the beer, like a layer of powdered sugar.

"Welcome to Taiganda!"

Adam opened his arms and faced the already drinkers in the room.

"Stranger, these two bugs have dirty hands and feet, and we don't blame you. But if you're not going to get out yet, you're going to have to do it the way Taeganda did. ”

【Gambling Drinker】

[Attitude: Attention, dissatisfaction]

【Specialty: Fighting】

[Monologue: Which tooth do you want to lose?] 】

Small stool-high barrels were placed on the table, and silver pythons and bronze wolves were piled up beside them.

The guests who put down the coins went to the bar to pick up a glass of wine and pour it in.

The fighter stands in front of him, leaning against the pillar, clenching the edge of the table.

There may be ten hands-on ones.

"It's up to you, buy alcohol before you can start fighting."

Adam felt the novelty and paid for it, but he was more expensive, so he bought stronger liquor, and poured it into it, filling the barrel.

"When you lose, you should know that you regret it, now, take off your clothes!"

The men had begun to shed their sackcloth clothes, the women were covering their mouths and laughing, and only Adam was still stunned—what kind of rule was that?