"Guest, you want beer." The barkeeper picked up two beers from the keg next to him and placed them in front of the two men.

The fat bar owner took a look at Nabelal's face and withdrew his gaze.

Although Nabelal's appearance is very attractive, the owner of the pirate bar deeply understands that beautiful women who are alone on the sea often either have extraordinary strength or amazing power behind them

Otherwise, he would have been captured by pirates a long time ago.

What's more, Nabelal was accompanied by an Anzi Ulgon who seemed to be a very powerful warrior.

"Thank you." Anziulgon took off his helmet, revealing a bland face, as if he had been thrown into the crowd and could never be found again.

The pirates in the bar glanced at Anziulgon who had taken off his helmet, then withdrew his gaze and continued to make noise.

"Boss, I don't know what interesting stories you have in this country." Instead of touching the beer on the table, Anzi Urgon lowered his voice and asked the barkeeper.

"Guest, what do you want to ask?" The bar owner asked, wiping the wine glass in his hand. "If this year is a big event, it will only be the capture of His Majesty Qiwu Haisha Klockdar by the navy, and the suppression of the rebellion by the king's army. But it's nothing compared to the navy and the Whitebeard Pirates."

The bar owner said fearlessly, after all, these two things are not a secret, as long as the residents of Alabastan live, they basically know.

"I mean, a long time ago, the great things that happened in the country, preferably the affairs of the royal family, and I was very interested in the news of these kings." Anziulgon pushed the glass back in his hand, "Give me another beer."

According to the fact that the red bean bun mochi became the princess of Fish-Man Island, Anzi Ulgong speculated that most of the two of Perorochino and Urbet should also have some connection with the royal family of this country.

"Sorry, guest, I don't know what you're talking about." The barkeeper replied with a blank face, even when he saw Bailey pressed under the wine glass by Anziul.

The bar owner knows what money he can touch and what he can't.

"Yes, I'm Meng Lang." Anzi Urgon was silent about the bar owner, knowing that he was in a hurry.

"So, can you tell me where the bees are in this city?" Anziulgong pushed the glass in front of Nabelar towards the barkeeper as well. "One more drink for my buddy."

"Okay." The barkeeper did not refuse Anzi Ulgong this time, and skillfully pressed Bailey under the wine glass into his apron.

The bar owner casually put the two glasses on the wine cabinet behind him, and since the two of them were not for drinking, it would be good to sell them to other pirates later.

"The wine you want." The barkeeper lowered his voice as he placed two new beers in front of Anzi Urgon. "Go to 23 Wall Street and say that John Sr. introduced you."

"Boss, your wine is very good." After weighing a small stack of Bailey, Anziul put on his helmet again, and left the tavern with Nabelal.

……

"Old John, you've made a lot of money this time! Why don't you give us a drink? After the figures of Anzi Urgon and the others disappeared from the door of the bar, the pirates in the bar watched the bar owner and coaxed.

These pirates have been with the bar owner for a long time, and they are not surprised by the bar owner's introduction to the intelligence merchant.

There are even some of them who are also customers of the bar owner.

It's just that these pirates didn't make a move, and Aziulgong was so generous.

"Fuck off, just you poor ghosts, I can't make a few Baileys by selling you wine for a day." The bar owner waved his fat palm impatiently.

Just now, the bar owner touched the thickness of Bailey in his hand, and you must know that Anziul Gong gave Bailey in 10,000 denominations.

The income introduced this time alone will resist the income of going to the bar for three or four days.

……

"Is the boss there?" Anzi Urgon looked around the room, this time the place was more like an ordinary grocery store than the location of the intelligence merchant he had been to before.

"Can't you see anyone?" A short old man emerged from under the counter.

"I'm old John at the end." Anzi Ulgong didn't care about the short old man's unkind tone, after all, he was only here to buy information.

"Introduced by Old John? Every time this old ghost is introduced, he is a group of poor ghosts, and he can't earn a few Baileys at all, and Lao Tzu doesn't run a charity business. The short old man scolded.

"However, this time, Old John, I will introduce a guy who looks a little more reliable." The short old man looked at the armor on Anzi Ulgong's body, he shouldn't be a poor ghost to be able to wear such exquisite armor, and if he didn't have Bailey, this armor would be worth a lot of Bailey.

"Little ghost, let's talk about it first, no matter who you introduced you, if you don't have enough Bailey, get out of here."

Hearing the short old man's words, Nabelal stared at the old man with an unkind face, how dare a mere human be so rude to Lord Ainz.

"What's the matter, little girl, are you shooting at me?" The short old man looked at Nabelal.

"Ral, you lazy don't get me up." The short old man yelled at the door behind the counter, and then said sharply to the two of them, "Little girl, let me tell you, Lal has defeated the sea pirate with a bounty of 12 million Baileys before, and this is not a place for you to be presumptuous. ”

……

"Boss, we're just here to buy information." With a wave of his hand, he motioned for Nabelal not to move, and then took out a stack of Bailey from the bag he had put around his waist and placed it in front of the short old man.

……

"Boss, are you calling me?" Behind the counter came a tall man.

"Go and go, and don't give the guests to get some drinks, and I don't have any eyesight." The short old man kicked the big man in the leg. "If it weren't for your dead father's sake, I would have kicked you out a long time ago."

"Oh oh, got it, boss, I'll go now." The big man touched the back of his head and let out a small laugh.

"Let the guests laugh, I don't know what information the guests want, there is nothing in this country that my old Parker does not know." The short old man quickly put Bailey on the table into the counter. "It's just this, the price is ......"

The short old man fully demonstrated the qualities that a black-hearted businessman should have.

"As long as you can give me the information I want, money is not an issue." Anziul said lightly. "I want accurate information, though."

The great sword behind Anziulgon sank into the floor of the house.

"Hehehe, my old Parker is notoriously reliable." The short old man smiled brightly.