Located in the northwest corner of the Dniester business district, the Sword and Rose Bar is not a bustling area, but because it is only two or three miles away from the Dniester university town, it is a good place for students in the university town to have nowhere to vent their enthusiasm.

The Sword and Rose Bar is the most popular place for students from the Army Academy, where they can chat with the bar owner about the war.

The owner of the Sword and Rose Bar, who wears a black blindfold all the year round, and his eyes were taken away by a wolf's tooth arrow when he was fighting with the aliens on the Odin Ice Field, according to the bar owner himself, if he hadn't stopped it with the big sword in his hand at the time, there might not be a Sword and Rose Bar now.

The owner of the Sword and Rose Bar with an eyepatch is more like a pirate who has been adrift on the seas all year round, more like an honest bar owner.

After many years of running the bar, the military atmosphere on the boss has been very weak, and only the calluses on the fingers and the scars that have not been completely covered by the blindfold can see a little clue.

The Sword and Rose Bar is not very large, it is a small two-story stone building, the upper floor is a hotel, the first floor is the place where the bar is open all year round, the bar is tightly surrounded by tall courtyard walls, the smell of livestock in the backyard is quite strong, and from time to time there is the neighing sound of stallions that cannot be suppressed.

The door of the bar is not large, allowing at most three or four people to enter and exit at a time, and any more people will have difficulty moving, and a black sign is hung on the door of the bar, which depicts a delicate rose and a cold sword. It's been a long time, and the original delicate roses and swords have also shown their old age under the polish of time. Under the howling of the cold wind, the black signboard hit the wall from time to time with a dull sound.

The business district has never been an ideal place for dignitaries to live, so the security here is not very good, and the bronze hats and secret police who patrol the streets usually don't care much about the affairs of the place after the autumn breeze here.

It was precisely because the security was not very good that the owner of the Sword and Rose Bar had cut down all the large trees around the outside of the tavern early, leaving only a few shrubs that were not very large and shivering in the cold wind.

The howling cold wind, the heavy snow, this kind of weather, even the livestock do not want to stay in the wind and snow, so whether it is the dragoons or the security army, the garrison, in this weather, no one will stay outdoors for a long time, the vigilance has been lowered to the limit, Yunqi with more than a dozen good players of the Iron Fist of Justice, it is easy to touch the alley outside the tavern wall.

Most of them were dressed in strong suits, wrapped in a thick animal skin coat to keep warm, and they clung to the base of the wall, listening to the sound of the members of the Knights of the Round Table bragging and clinking glasses to each other in the bar.

From time to time, the barmaids and the members of the Order laugh at each other.

Yunqi gestured, Kevin nodded, turned his head and walked to the main entrance of the bar, Yunqi leaned his back against the wall, stretched out a pair of hands, and sent a dozen good players in from the wall one by one.

After they were all inside, William leaned on the wall and pulled Yunqi in.

When Yunqi and his party all disappeared from the wall, Kevin swayed and stood outside the main entrance of the bar, slamming the door knocker of the bar. Holding a shoddy cigar that was about to be extinguished by the snowstorm, Kevin cursed and yelled.

Sarco Jerome, who was happy in the bar, heard Kevin's shout and said proudly: "Listen, the little rats of the Iron Fist of Justice Club are here, and they can't wait to send gold coins to Uncle Sarco Jerome." ”

Although the Iron Fist of Justice Club has been torn apart by the members he has led, due to the carelessness of the past three years, it has eaten countless lessons from Yunqi.

So this time he decided to be cautious, and summoned a barkeeper and commanded him: "You go outside and open a door, and see how many people they come, if there is only one person you bring him in, and if there are many people outside, you shout and warn us, and when it is done, this is yours." Sarco Jerome took a gold coin from his bosom and casually tossed it onto the table.

The servant walked out cautiously, for some reason, he always felt that the cloud was too thick today, as if it was a sign of something.

Tightening his neck that had been open indoors, he closed his eyes to the main entrance of the bar, and through the gap, in the empty alley, only a man in a bearskin coat and a cigar in his mouth stood outside.

Gently opening the door open a hole that could be closed at any time, and sweeping the shadows on both sides of the door, there was nothing else to find, and it seemed that there was no chance of getting the extra reward from Lord Sacco Jerome, the handyman thought disappointedly.

Seeing Kevin's sword pinned to his waist, he wanted to say that he would collect the sword in order to make a good impression in front of Sako Jerome, but looking at Kevin's physique, he decisively gave up this idea that might cause danger to himself.

As soon as Kevin walked in the door, the handyman immediately locked the courtyard door again, he knew that today was the Knights of the Round Table negotiating with some group that was said to be extremely evil, and in order to prevent the possible future weapon fight from harming him, he was willing to freeze outside a little more, plus a safety guard.

Inside, Kevin didn't even look at the Knights of the Round Table, even if their eyes looked like a volcano about to erupt.

Patting the thick snow on his body, jumping on the spot twice, feeling the warmth of the room, Kevin shivered, and walked up to the bar owner skillfully, "Have the strongest wine, good wine, listen clearly, I want pure good wine without a drop of water, good wine made by goblins with the most exquisite grapes, not the same inferior rum as the fools over there." ”

As soon as Kevin's words fell, the half-drunk and impulsive members of the Knights of the Round Table around them were ready to come up with weapons and compete with Kevin to see who was the real master, and the students of the Army Academy were always so impulsive.

The guest laughed, how could our wine have been made by goblins. The bar owner replied as he pushed up a copper wine glass.

Kevin held the wine glass and looked around the room, all the windows were tightly closed, even the tiniest crevices were stuffed with thatch, the winter in Dniester is like this, people want to live by the stove all the time.

"Kevin, the backbone of our great Iron Fist of Justice, what about your boss, has he shrunk his balls into the sewers?" Sarco Jerome's teasing caused the entire bar to roar, and the Knights who couldn't count at once heckled one after another.