The merchant's rhetoric proved to be exaggerated, and when the bandit leader Gross and his party entered the town, there were still plenty of rooms in the inn - unlike the commercial silver leaf town in the Ensada area, it was indeed a real town, with only two slightly wider and neater streets, crossed in a figure of ten in front of a tall building.

The building has grey-white walls and a tall, steep cone – a structure that is common in the Ceris region, as it helps to remove snow from the roof during the long winter months and prevent the structure of the house from being overloaded.

And at the beginning of November, some fine snow particles can already be seen in the vast wilderness as far as the eye can see—according to the past changes, it may only take about half a month for the Cerris region to enter the real winter.

The horses let out two rough white breaths from their nostrils, and Gross and his companions stopped in front of the building, the only tavern in town, whose name could be seen on the sign in front of the door, "The Shepherd's Ocarina".

It also sums up the local atmosphere very well.

As the sun turned, the tavern quickly became more and more populous, and just as Gross turned over and dismounted, another group of guests passed him into the tavern, which also served as an inn. Elsewhere, Gross knew that there was another inn in town, but it was originally converted from a kingdom's inn, and most of the time, it only caters to nobles and wealthy merchants.

He opened the thick curtain of the tavern first, and walked inside—

The air in the hall of the tavern was warm and noisy, the large pieces of charcoal in the fireplace were burning red, and in front of the tables, the drunken faces of the guests who drank glass after glass of ale shook their heads, recounted their experiences and experiences, and even raised their glasses in their hands to invite the other guests around them to clink glasses when they were happy.

"It's so lively."

Radia in the crowd sighed as she stood beside Gross, the leader of the bandits. The atmosphere here was markedly different from the taverns in Silverleaf Town, where the strangers mingled and relaxed, smiling at the sight of Gross and his group, including a beautiful young lady, and soon there was a chorus of voices about welcome.

Some people also applauded desperately and whistled loudly.

"Miss Crane, it seems that you are very popular."

Gross said with a smile. He walked to the counter, and the waiter in the tavern had already risen to greet him when he saw the arrival of such a large group of guests—only one table was left in the tavern hall at this time, and after measuring the number of people in the team, the waiter quickly made a decision in his heart.

The waiter was an ordinary-looking young man with chestnut hair, and if you look closely at his face, you can see that he and Gross also have a high degree of pure mountain blood—in Norgo in the Northlands, the blood of mountain people is not uncommon, but pure mountain people are basically a minority. Perhaps, in this year, the pure-blooded mountain people are like white foxes with precious fur, often only existing in remote barren mountains and mountains.

He came to a table, which was much more empty than the others, and at this time only two young men were drinking opposite each other, and in front of them lay a basin of milky, steaming soup, and a large plate of thinly sliced roast lamb shank, the two young men were dressed in clean and well-made leather armor, with long swords and scimitars on their belts, and their whole outfits looked like mercenaries.

The waiter was quick to tell them what he was trying to do - it would be fine for the two of them to occupy a large table when the tavern was in its free time, but at this point it was a little inappropriate to interfere with the tavern's business. In the past, the waiter did the same, and the guests were usually very understanding, but today in front of the two mercenaries, the waiter hit a big nail.

Like a common tavern, the "Shepherd's Ocarina" also has a number of wandering bar girls, who are still dressed in relatively revealing clothes despite the cold weather, and laugh and smile through the crowd of the tavern, and occasionally a guest generously pulls out a few soles, and they will sit down with them, and accompany the guests to have a good drink, and let them go up and down—

In the process, it is not impossible to be willing to pay more and develop some more enjoyable entertainment.

Wandering warbler, this is a profession that has been practiced for a long time.

The two drinking mercenaries leaned against the warm fireplace and squinted at the women, but the look on their faces was cold—in their opinion, these vulgar powders were too much to tarnish their taste in this poor and remote town. It wasn't until Gross pushed open the curtain and came in and they saw Miss Mage in the crowd that their eyes lit up.

Pretty chick –

The light and petite figure and delicate and lovely appearance are not too strong compared to the wandering warblers, and the outstanding temperament can be said to be completely different.

Miss Mage Radia was wearing a beige cloth coat over her robes, and she was curiously looking forward to it in the lobby of the tavern.

The waiter was standing in front of the two mercenaries—

"Two gentlemen, if you are willing to join the other guests, the tavern can give you two free glasses of ale."

A little cheap little favor, but this is the greatest sincerity within the scope of the waiter's authority, he said politely with a smiling face.

"What do you say?" One of the mercenaries said to the other.

"Not good." Another mercenary named "Ponytail" shook his head while crossing Erlang's legs, staring at the slender figure - the group of young men next to Miss Mage was ignored by him after one glance. As a mid-level mercenary, he could already see the strength of those people from their mannerisms and movements.

All of them were rookies who didn't care about anything, not even one of them had completed the basics - the bandit leaders Gross and Scott had already gone to the stables under the guidance of another attendant to settle the horses they had brought on the trip, and at this time, the strongest of the wolf bandits had temporarily become Miss Mage, who looked harmless to humans and animals.

"If you can convince that chick to come over and have a drink with us, I can consider it."

Mercenary Ma Wei said, holding his glass, his knuckles whitening from the force, and even his breathing became a little heavy—he was noticing a strange urge somewhere under his lower abdomen.

"Well, the lady, she's a guest at the tavern."

This request was too much, and the waiter replied curtly after glancing at the mercenary Ma Wei's gaze.