It was hot and windless, the wicker hung listlessly, and the paved stone pavement was sunburned with a little silver light, as if everything was about to melt.

The scorching sun scorched the land, and the heat wave swept across the continent of Lordaeron and also swept across Dalaran. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mercenary Hotel, the entrance is a heavy oak curved bar counter with drinks and glasses on the bar. In front of the bar are several tall round stools. The shelves behind the bar are stocked with a variety of spirits, wines and vodkas. There are creepers planted on the walls, and the green leaves climb in the direction of the sun. In the middle and by the window are five or six small square tables with beige ramie tables on them.

Chris sat behind the bar. He was busy, wiping the remaining wine from the glass in his hand.

Buzz !!!!!!!!!!!!

The crisp sound of vibration, like the howl of a bug, rang in his ears, and Chris did not have any impatience, but seemed to hear some kind of pleasant music.

At this time, a stranger walked in.

Chris didn't raise his head, his eyes swept over, and he continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand that had cracked lines, the mercenary hotel as a main customer is a mercenary who comes and goes to Dalaran, and it is a normal thing to come to a stranger, for Chris, he never cares who patronizes, what he cares about is whether the guest has money, Chris with vicious eyes glanced at it, and he has already distinguished that the other party has the ability to spend,

The stranger was a sturdy man, with big shoulders and a round waist, powerful and powerful, with a thick beard covering his lips, in this hot summer, he was wearing heavy armor, he raised one of his rough palms, wiping the beads of sweat that kept rising from his forehead, he sat directly on the chair in front of the bar, feeling the wind blowing continuously, and the stranger unconsciously admired.

"Boss, what is this?"

His eyes were full of envy, in this hot and windless weather, being constantly blown by the wind, this is a rare enjoyment.

"Magic Fan,"

"It's a very practical thing, I heard it's the use of magic,"

"Magic items," said the stranger, in a surprised tone, with a look of consternation on his face,

"Yes," Chris's words were ostentatious, and he liked the feeling.

"This is the magic fan, I've heard of the magic fan recently, it's the first time I've seen it," the stranger stared at the magic fan with blazing eyes, his attention was drawn to the magic fan.

"Very good thing, after having a magic fan in the summer, I believe it will be much more comfortable than in previous years, but this sound is not small," the stranger listened to the buzzing sound in his ears, wrinkled slightly, and he said with a flaw.

"This situation can be changed, this magic fan is the first generation of products, when I bought them introduced that the second generation of products will change this humming noise,"

"When will the second generation appear?" The stranger felt the wind blowing constantly, and said casually.

"I don't know,"

"The shortcomings of the noise of the magic fan are bearable, compared to looking for the ice cubes purchased and made by the frost mage, it is more cost-effective to buy a magic fan," Chris as a boss, he has the common problems of all bosses, and he is more calculating, buying ice cubes and magic fans, he has calculated this account, it seems that the ice cubes are cheap, but the ice cubes can't last for a day in such weather, and he has to go to get the ice cubes several times a day, and it is very troublesome to do this every day.

There is also a cost of two silver coins in a month, and five months is the money of a magic fan, and the magic fan can be used this year, and it can continue to be used next year, and the magic fan's flushing is only 10 copper coins at a time, which is very cheap.

"Drink something?" Chris continued to wipe the remaining wine in the wine glass without raising his head, and said directly in his mouth that he had not forgotten his original intention to let every guest who came to consume it.

"What is the strongest wine, I don't like soft and fluffy, it tastes like water, it doesn't taste anything,"

"Then I recommend the jackal wine field from the south, this wine is the strongest, it sells well among the dwarves, you should know the hobby of these dwarves, they live in the ice and snow, they like the strongest wine,"

The stranger wrinkled his nose and said, "No, don't drink jackals." ”

"Why? You should know that this kind of wine can be liked by the dwarves, and he is definitely not bad,"

"The wine is good, but I don't like gnolls,"

"That beast, not at all in the spirit of keeping the contract, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal," cried the stranger, his head raised high, his neck lined with a long lining.

"Well, you don't like jackals, so have a whiskey,"

"It's not as strong as the jackal, but it's not bad, the corn whiskey that was just made last month,"

"Okay, let's have a glass of corn whiskey," the stranger slapped the bar on the bar, causing the bar to vibrate, and the gnoll hit him in the sore spot, but he still didn't calm down his high spirits.

Chris was very agile, he quickly served a glass of whiskey and put it in front of the stranger, when Chris sat down, another guest walked in at the door, this is a regular customer, he is slender, especially five fingers, extremely slender, he is wearing cloth armor, his face has a frosty color, a dusty appearance, he has just returned to Dalaran from the field, he came to the hotel and sat directly in front of the bar, feeling the wind of the magic fan, a burst of coolness.

His ass was as heavy as the stranger, and he didn't get up after sitting down, but ordered a glass of wine and began to drink it at the bar.

With the passage of time, there are more and more guests, and the position in front of the bar has been full of people, the position in front of the bar, like a hot item, when a guest leaves from the front of the bar, someone will immediately make up for it directly, and there is never a gap in front of the bar in the end, which has caused a lot of trouble to other guests.

Chris glanced at his hotel, looked at the people in front of the bar, the reason why they sat here is very simple, because it was cool here, Chris only bought a magic fan, intending to make himself comfortable, but now it seems that the magic fan has bought a little less, these mercenaries don't know when they will leave Dalaran, so the armor on their bodies will be worn most of the time, especially the heavy armor of the warriors, which is very difficult to wear, so it is difficult to survive in the summer.

It seems that he should buy a few more magic fans, and when the time comes, he can naturally attract more mercenaries, and his business will be better.