Each city's tavern is a unique attraction that is steeped in the city's long-standing culture.

Nelson and Tirio first booked a fancy inn close to the castle before heading to the tavern.

By this time the night was already covered with stars, and the noise of the tavern could be heard in the streets.

Nelson didn't change his clothes, he was still wearing the same civilian uniform, and he deliberately wore a light gray peaked cap, which was extremely low-key.

Tirio and he split up, and by this time he had already played a game of guessing and drinking with a table of strong men, and had a lot of fun.

"Boss, bring me a glass of rum." Nelson sat down at the old bar counter, took out a pile of copper coins, carefully counted them, and pushed them to the boss.

He pays a lot of attention to details in this regard, and if he wants to pretend to be a civilian, he simply pretends to be a full set, and even the change is specially exchanged for a lot.

"Okay, a glass of rum!" The old man in the tavern was old and old-hearted, and he poured wine from the bottle in a fancy way, and then with a handsome push, the wine glass slipped in front of Nelson's eyes, and the wine did not leak.

Nelson lowered his hat, rejoicing in his heart, as if the boss didn't recognize him.

He took a sip of his wine and pricked up his ears, ready to listen to the conversation around him.

"Oh, it's you, young man, it's a nice outfit." The old man of the tavern scratched his white beard and greeted with a smile.

"Poof...... Belch! Nelson almost squirted out again, he was smug about his disguise one second, and the next he was spotted.

Uncle, it's hard to dismantle it!

Nelson took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I didn't expect the boss to have such good eyesight, I thought that if I was dressed like this, you wouldn't recognize me." ”

"Hahaha, I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize it if I change it. I'm known throughout the city for having a good memory, and I never forget every face. The old man of the tavern took out his own unique iron flask, took a few sips, and continued: "In our business, I can't remember how the faces of the guests can be made, right, young man." ”

Nelson smiled and nodded, what the old man said was reasonable, and those who do intelligence work are extremely sensitive to everything from voice and face; Although the tavern is the old man's main business, there must be many customers who ask him for information, which can be regarded as his second career.

"Hey, hey, old man, I like your shy personality, come, have a drink."

The corners of Nelson's mouth twitched, the old man really didn't leave the mantra in three sentences, but this sentence is really a panacea, no matter how you listen to it, you feel very comfortable.

"Jingle bell" A doorbell rang, and a new guest arrived.

Everyone present is accustomed to hearing this doorbell, especially at night, when there are more people coming in and out, this bell is simply one after another.

Nelson didn't look back either, continuing to take small sips.

At this moment, a woman in a gray cloak sat down beside him, gently flipping down her hood, revealing long silver-gray hair.

"Hey, girl Ailu, it's been a long time. How did you have time for a drink today? The tavern owner didn't ask Eru what she wanted to drink, and just started mixing.

"Rest tonight, I haven't been to see you Grandpa Crowe for a long time, so I want to come and sit down."

"Hahaha, remember the old man, I'll do it. I just like your sweet little girl, come and go, special cocktails, or your favorite taste. ”

Hearing this conversation, Nelson's heart sneered.

"This TV series hasn't finished an episode yet, so let me meet this girl three times a day, and the fate is too good." Nelson continued to drink quietly, and did not use his spare eyes to observe Ellu, but casually glanced around the lobby of the tavern.

"Hey, this kid is quite capable." At a casual glance, Nelson saw that Tirio was wrestling with a middle-aged man who was at least three times thicker than himself!

Tirio's cheeks flushed as he squatted on his feet, but his wrists didn't move.

"Hahaha, I told you, if you can get my hand on a centimeter, I'll drink twenty beers in a row, plus that news! But, it seems, you can't. The strong man laughed loudly, and the people around him were also coaxing, it seemed that this kind of thing often happened.

Nelson couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Tirio's red face, when a blue light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the Hearthstone game interface automatically opened, and a match was underway.

The opponent is a strong man with an attack of 5 and a health limit of 15, with the additional entry "Unable to attack; After the tenth turn, it is possible to attack. And we are still the poor "low-level retinue".

"Can this also be considered a game?" Nelson thought it was a send-off, but it was a good thing he was missing the win.

He gently touched the Hearthstone hanging from his waist, and played the "low-level follower" card in the virtual game.

"Huh? Can you still transform, kid? Hahaha, that's fun! The brawny man thought he had drunk too much, for in the blink of an eye Tirio had changed into a knight's outfit, though it was extremely ill-fitting and looked a little funny.

"Hahaha, boy, you're so interesting, you must win!"

"Yes, I'm optimistic about you! I'll bet on a beer! ”

"I'll bet three shots!"

"I'll take a gamble!"

The people around him didn't care about the reason for Tirio's transformation, it was pure coaxing.

Seeing that the onlookers were in high spirits, the strong man also became energetic, and said with a smile: "Boy, I'll give you another ten minutes!" Otherwise, I'm going to have to do it! So many people want to be punished for drinking, it's fun to think about it! ”

Nelson sat at the bar and could hear it clearly. He probably understood the rules of this wrist wrestling, and after ten minutes, it was the opponent's attack round, and we needed to defeat him within ten rounds.

It's too simple, because Nelson is a mage at this time, and from the second turn to the ninth turn, he fixes one damage per turn, for a total of 8 damage; The low-level squire, also known as Tirio, will also reach 9 attack damage on the ninth turn.

"Well, the damage is overflowing, send it to the bureau." Nelson was in a relaxed mood and asked the tavern owner, "Boss, come two ice cubes, thank you." ”

"Okay, ice." The old man of the tavern immediately slid the empty glass containing the ice cube over, and gently collided with the original wine glass, and stopped steadily.

Nelson poured ice cubes into a wine glass and stirred slowly with a small spoon.

At this point, he had reached the seventh round of the game, and the next round of damage would be enough to knock out the strong man.

Shaking the ice cubes, Nelson turned to watch the wrist wrestling contest, he didn't want to miss it.

"Beautiful young lady, do you think which of the two of them will win?" Nelson shook the ice cubes in his glass and asked Eru beside him with a smile.

Ai Lu was slightly stunned, but she didn't feel any disgust. Tavern pick-ups are all too common, and they are more rude than gentlemen.

She also turned around, measured the strength of the two of them slightly, and then sneered lightly, and said, "This still needs to be asked, of course it is that Uncle Qiang who wins." ”

"yes, but I think that blonde-haired young man has a lot of potential."

"I know the uncle, and in this tavern, no one can match his strength."

"Why don't we make a bet? If you guess correctly, I have a gram of 'Mystery of the Stars' here for you, and if I guess correctly, you will tell me your name. Is that possible? ”

Nelson deliberately used a small glass tube the size of a thumb to fill a small gram of the mystery of the stars, through the glass, these small dust moved freely inside, like a miniature starry sky.

Ai Lu blushed slightly, he thought Nelson was very interesting, this kind of must-win game, why not bet? Besides, even if you lose, that is, tell the other party your name, and there is no loss. Besides, how could that strong man uncle lose!

"Okay, I'm a bet."