Looking at the figure of the fat man gradually moving away in the sunset, Nelson had already shot 10,000 fireballs in his heart.

"Dead fatty, I'll let you be arrogant for a few more days. I will get all these shames back with interest! Nelson swore silently, turned and walked in the direction of the plaza.

Within a few steps, Tirio trotted in front of him, panting.

"Young master, the vendor said that the elf stones have been bought by others." Tirio seems to blame himself for not completing his mission.

Nelson glanced at it from a distance, and the middle-aged uncle with a full beard had indeed begun to close the stall. Look at him humming a little song, his face full of joy, it must be a good business today.

"It's okay, life is not as good as it should be, we have already picked up the leak." Nelson patted Tirio on the shoulder, motioning for him not to take it personally.

"Young master, it's getting dark, do we need to go back to the city?"

"If you don't go back, let's find a tavern for a meal first. Then stay in Eagle City, tomorrow morning, there is still something to do. With tomorrow's itinerary planned in his mind, Nelson told Tirio to find the tavern and stay in the plaza for a casual stroll.

The remnant sun in the west was swallowed up by the mountains behind the castle for the last rays of afterglow, and it was night.

On the streets, oil lamps are lit and the number of pedestrians continues unabated, most of them as families go out for a walk after dinner.

On both sides of the square, there are many open-air restaurants. In the evening, these good locations began to have business, and now, they are full.

Nelson casually watched the surrounding scenery, and he no longer envied the prosperity of his city.

"Time is the measure of success, and this level will only be a small town of mine in the future." Nelson is very relieved, the second and second sick otaku are ambitious, he did not promise to conquer the stars and the sea, and his condition has improved.

It didn't take long for Tirio to return.

"Young master, I have inquired clearly. Further west there is a tavern that is very famous in the local area called 'Shanks'. But it's still a little early, and there may not be many people. ”

"Shanks, I like the name. Lead the way. Nelson touched his cane, straightened his top hat, and headed west.

The western side of the city looks a bit chaotic. The so-called chaos is not chaos, it should be said that the population is somewhat mixed. Commoners, nobles, and some even looked like thieves, robbers, or bounty hunters.

Nelson looked at the crowd in the block and nodded silently. He liked the atmosphere, and the more chaotic the crowd, the more interesting information he could get.

With Tirio leading the way, the two soon arrived at the door of Shanks's Tavern.

The tavern is a bit out of the box, but you can already hear the noise from outside. The house is also a bit old, and the sign outside the door is a little crooked, with a picture of a glass of wine.

"The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, well, it is indeed good."

Tirio pushed the door open, and Nelson walked inside.

"Jingle bell!" The little golden bell tied to the eaves rang.

"Welcome, welcome! Boy, find a place to sit casually! The tavern owner shouted enthusiastically.

"Hey, isn't that a welcome message for Hearthstone?" Nelson glanced sideways at the tavernkeeper, who was glad he wasn't a brownbearded dwarf uncle, otherwise he would have rushed up to take a picture or something.

The tavern doesn't look big from the outside, but there are quite a few places inside.

It's just nightfall, the first group of guests who are eating has just left, and the next group of guests who are drinking have not yet arrived, so only a third of the seats are occupied.

However, at this point, it is already very good to have such a business.

Nelson chose to sit at the bar, and asked Tirio to find another seat, and the two of them sat separately. In this way, more information can be gathered at the end of the night.

"Boy, what's up?" The tavern owner was a white-bearded old man, tall and thin, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he was very energetic.

"Uncle, you can recommend a few. I haven't eaten dinner yet. Nelson placed the two silver coins on the table and said with a smile.

"Well, the lad is at the right time. The tuna that has just been delivered is still alive and kicking. How about a tuna salad with our cuvée? ”

I have to say that this boss is very good at reading people. He saw that Nelson was generous and neatly dressed, and he was by no means a civilian, so the recommended dishes must be of some grade.

"Well, it's up to the boss." Nelson added another silver coin, then turned to look at Tirio.

Tirio was very smart, and at the very moment he ordered, he had already managed to mingle with the other table, and at this time he was still clutching a chicken leg and munching on it happily.

"I don't see that this kid has a talent in this area. It seems that in front of me, he is too reserved. Nelson thought silently, and when he saw that the boss was pouring wine for him, he took the opportunity to ask, "Boss, is there anything interesting about the city besides the trade caravan visiting recently?" ”

The boss glanced up at Nelson, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Young man, I advise you to change your outfit recently." ”

"Oh? Why is that? Nelson raised an eyebrow, and sure enough, there was a play.

"We, the lord of the big city, have a good relationship with the nobles, but it's a pity that we don't want to see the poor." The boss lowered his voice again and whispered, "I heard that some people in the slums have recently begun to plot to secretly sabotage this caravan trade in order to take revenge on the city lord. You're wearing this outfit, beware of being accidentally injured. ”

"If it's really destroyed, will the city lord care?"

"The city lord only pays attention to the last banquet, and there are not too many nobles involved. But, hehe, maybe this banquet will ...... too," the boss said meaningfully, gently slicing his glass to Nelson.

"Special stuffed brandy, taste."

Nelson put another silver coin and raised his glass and nodded slightly in thanks.

While sipping the wine, he analyzed: "Although Marshall is a little stupid, but the banquet party will definitely send enough guards, if you really want to have some accidents, it will not be so simple." ”

"But it's good to know this information. If I have an expectation in my heart, I won't be caught off guard, and I try to keep a low profile on the day of the banquet and watch the show quietly. Nelson wiped a smile as he was happy to see Marshall's stupid pig make a fool of himself.

"Here, tuna salad!" The boss took out a plate of bright and delicious salad and said, "Try it while it's fresh, it must taste great today." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small plate of cooked pasta and asked, "If you don't feel full, mix some more noodles." What kind of sauce do you want? ”

Nelson was a little surprised, if he hadn't been in this environment, he would have thought that he had strayed into a high-end restaurant. The owner is simply amazing, and the service is so attentive and caring, it's no wonder it's one of the most famous pubs in town.

"Peanut butter, thank you." Nelson replied with a smile as he maintained a gentlemanly attitude.

"Hehe, old man, I like to deal with you nobles, and I am comfortable to listen to. Come on, peanut butter! The boss took out a small glass bottle of peanut butter and wiped the bottle with a clean small square cloth.

"Why do you think this boss is not the same as I imagined?" Nelson tilted his head, thinking that the tavernkeeper should be the type to be very aggressive.

"Jingle bell!" Another guest is coming.

"Hey! Fario, you stinking ghost, why did you come so early today! The boss suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

Entering the door was a disheveled, yellow-skinned young man, about the same age as Nelson. However, I have deep dark circles under my eyes, and my brown hair is messy, and I feel like I haven't washed it for a few days.

"Stinky old man, less nonsense, old rules!" Fario sat down directly next to Nelson and patted the table.

With a "bang", the boss smashed a large wooden barrel of beer directly in front of him, "Three copper coins!" ”

"I owe it!" As soon as Fario finished speaking, he picked up his glass and drank it with a grunt!

"Well, you owe me almost a silver coin. Prepare to come and wash the dishes in my kitchen, ahahahaha. ”

Fario ignored him, and kept drinking his beer, drinking his glass to the bottom in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh Refreshing! ”

"Hehe, I like a heroic bastard like you, come, I'll fill it up for you!" The boss smiled and took the initiative to pour another large glass for Fario.

Nelson blinked, his eyes moved back and forth between the two, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: "It turns out that I see people talking about people, and I tell ghosts when I see ghosts, this boss is a cow!" ”