It's because of this kind of unclear signage that it is inconvenient for Ain to swagger in directly - just walk around and see a house walk in, and just walk into a tavern with the slightest sign at all? It's a bit too.

Slowing down slightly, Aine skipped the tavern and continued aimlessly around the outer castle of Fort Sophie.

Even to embody that sense of absent-mindedness, Aine didn't just follow the main road, but walked between the houses.

In fact, Fort Sophie is a castle rather than a main fort with a few small villages around the main fort, and then surrounded by walls outside the village.

For example, the building where there is a tavern just now is basically not far from the side of the gate of the inner fort of Sophie, which is the most prosperous place in the whole of Sophieburg.

After walking through the houses for a short time, Ain had already walked out of the complex, because of the winter snow, it was supposed to be a snow-white flat field where crops were planted, and Ain naturally turned back at this time, pretending to go back to the inner fort, and passed by the inconspicuous tavern again.

Grinning slightly, Aine seemed to be attracted by the graffiti on the bulletin board and walked over.

If it wasn't for the fact that Ain could barely notice it when he was far away before, now it was almost a step away, and he could see it clearly without paying attention.

After all, this beer glass is deeply engraved on the wooden board, and although the wooden board is defaced and decayed, the deep notch is still there.

"Tavern?" Ain listened carefully to the movement in the room, and everything acted as if it were real, and knocked on the closed door of the tavern.

"It's not business time yet, and you've all been drinking here for a few years, and you can't even remember the time?" He had only knocked twice when a rough and impatient voice came from inside the tavern.

"I said why there was no movement at all." Aine whispered to himself, and then raised his voice like the rough voice inside, "Boss, we were passing by this Sophieburg, and we saw this wooden board engraved with beer glasses, and wanted to come in and have a drink." ”

The response from the rough voice didn't come as expected, but Aine could already faintly hear the sound of the dress.

The sound of the deadbolt opening came from behind the door, revealing a hole. Only then did Ain realize that the whole door was neither pushed outwards nor opened inwards, but was taken down by the man inside, who was supposed to be the tavernkeeper.

The light in the tavern was a little dim, which should be the reason why the tavern was not open yet, and it was only when Ain got used to the gloom that he could see what the person who opened the tavern door looked like.

"No wonder there is such a loud sound of slippers pulling on the ground...... "Aine sneered, because the one who opened the door for him was not as big as a lump of flesh, but it was quite breathtaking.

As for the whole face, it is almost an ellipsoidal shape, and if it were not for the gravitational pull of the main material plane, then there would be no problem in forming a sphere. The ellipsoidal face also has a huge nose and a pair of small eyes that don't match the nose at all.

"I always feel like this one feels a little familiar to me......" Aine looked at the person in front of him slightly, and began to wonder if he had seen this person somewhere before.

While Ain was still looking, the man who opened the door had already spoken, "I've been running a tavern at Sophie for a few years, and it's the first time I've encountered outsiders at this time...... If you don't like it, the ale in the tavern will keep you entertained, oh, and the juice drink that the caster likes, as long as you pay enough copper or silver. ”

With that, the tavernkeeper moved out of the way of the tavern door, Ain nodded, and walked in with Harden.

Picking a random table and sitting down, Ain glanced at Harden, and then asked, "Harden, order whatever you want, boss, just give me a glass of iced lemonade, and dry lemon slices are fine." ”

Of course, Ain knew that lemons, a fruit produced in the south, would cost a lot of money even if they wanted to eat fresh at this time, even if they were far away in Winter City, let alone in a remote place like Fort Sophie. However, if you dry lemon slices, the requirements are not so high, although the price seems to be a little extravagant for ordinary civilians, but Ain can still afford it. At Warneburg, Rutherford, the master of prophecy, gave Al Aine a bag of gold coins and some precious stones before returning to White Mountain City, just to prevent possible accidents.

"Plain ale is fine, and some ice cubes are added as well." Harden took a look at the humble bartender and said.

Ain casually discharged three gold coins, and then said, "Two portions of each, and another one later, and if you have a meal here, give a little as well, in the name of gold coins." ”

Cautiously putting away the three gold coins that Ain had placed on the table, the tavern keeper, who was quite stressed, walked steadily to the bar, and sure enough, there was the sound of Al Ain just hearing.

"Don't have a wine you like?" When Ain saw Harden's actions just now, he knew that there must not be the wine that Harden wanted.

Harden nodded a little embarrassed, and then said: "Actually, these drinks don't feel fierce enough, it turns out that the kind of wine in the legion is really ...... It's a pity that I've drunk it three times......"

"Go? Come back? Leave? Ain's words began to have that inscrutable sense of guessing again, in fact, this was deliberate by Ain, because he had found that the fat boss seemed to be not very ordinary, and in his body, Aine could feel the breath of that power, so in fact, every word and deed and every move of the two of them as new faces who came to this tavern had been noticed by this fat tavern owner who seemed to be very wealthy and absent-minded.

Although Harden has no talent for this kind of language art with a decryption atmosphere, he has been with Ain for a long time, and he can be regarded as having a little understanding of Ain's sometimes language style, so he thought about it a little, and then gave an affirmative answer.

At this time, in Ain's gaze, the tavern owner who was silently pouring wine and making lemonade seemed to tremble.

"He's a veteran, too......" Ain's heart was enlightened.

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Today's update, revise the previous bloody and violent plots, and prevent them from happening.

Mid-Autumn Festival on the weekend,First of all, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.,Because of the crackdown.,The follow-up plot will be revised under the month.,It's estimated that there will be a change on the weekend.,Resume the update next Monday.。

Put a book friend group: 482264924, everyone understands the conventions of strict laydown, right...... Well, not much to say

Finally, ask for a recommendation ticket, thank you under the moon!