To be honest, the Count of Montenegro did not often go to taverns. It's not hard to understand that as a lord, even in a country like the Blue Lion, where the conflict between the common people and the nobility is relatively relaxed, some things can still happen. Those who are driven to a dead end, either because of themselves, or because of a corrupt official, or by the impermanence and cruelty of fate, will not and cannot use reason to analyze the reasons for their misfortunes. So they will pour out their anger on the most likely people they can find, but they can't easily reach them. Nobles who disguise themselves as tamper-and-a-people in taverns in their jurisdictions often don't end well, and under the influence of alcohol and restlessness, people are more than happy to beat their usual "adults" into a puddle of mud.

And even if this risk is aside, Lothar, who is passionate about conquest and narrative legends, does not see the tavern as a pastime, and he sees drinking either to ward off the cold, to boost morale, or to paralyze himself in the middle of the night when he misses his parents. In short, alcohol is not a recreational product for him. This may explain why the Count was so upset when he asked Old Jimmy where he could find the Lynx, and the answer he gave was a tavern.

Lothar stood in the alley, and in front of him was the tavern with a whole shark skeleton as a sign. The tavern has no sign, or the shark skeleton is its sign, so the disillusioned are used to calling it "fish bones". The Count hesitated, he didn't know what he was hesitating, it was clear that it was very simple, he just had to go in, find the bobcat, and ask him what he wanted to know. But he just couldn't take a step, because no one had ever told him how to enter an unfamiliar tavern.

"Bang!" Lothar was stunned as he was knocked on the shoulder. The Count almost subconsciously reached out and grabbed the arm of the man who hit him. Then he saw that the person he had caught was the bobcat he was looking for. "What? I dare to stand on the road in a daze... Hey, have I seen you somewhere?" said the lynx halfway through his words, frowning at the man in front of him, and said with some confusion. This is also normal, he had just finished sucking blubber when he met Lothar two days ago, and his mind and memory were not clear.

Lothar shook her head, holding the hand of the lynx harder, as if she was afraid that the man would run away, "I've seen it, and I'm very familiar with it." Have you finished eating the jerky I brought you last time?" The bobcat's tense body relaxed a little when he heard the Count's question, for it was the code he had agreed with his brother Jimmy Sr., and anyone who said it was introduced by Jimmy Sr. The thin man grinned, "I'm done eating, I have to thank you." Let's go have a drink first. With that, he led Lothar into the tavern.

The inside and outside of the tavern can almost be said to be two worlds. The moment the wooden door opened, the air was mixed with aromas, stenchs, wine, and more indescribable smells, causing Lothar's mind to stop for a moment. If Jack had come, the guy would have rushed out with his nose covered. The Count suddenly thought. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had entered the tavern, and the door behind him had been closed. The noisy and noisy sounds, accompanied by the reflection of a large number of lights on the wine glasses, once again make one doubt the authenticity of what he is seeing. Perhaps it was only now that Lothar had truly seen the trembling guts beneath the calm exterior of the behemoth of Heartbreaker's Bay.

"Octopus, two glasses of ale first!!Mix some water!" the lynx shouted to the man at the bar, his eyes searching for a suitable spot in the lamplight. Soon, a table hidden behind a pillar caught his eye. And it's no coincidence that the table is there, although this kind of tavern doesn't deliberately divide the area, but it still consciously or unconsciously puts some unobtrusive places on the table for those who don't want to be disturbed and eavesdropped. By the time the two of them were seated at the table, the waitress had already arrived with a wine glass.

"I haven't seen this little brother before, a new face. The maid with braided hair and light freckles looked at Lothar as she put down her glass, and teased, "You have to be careful with your money bag when you drink with this bobcat, he is not a good thing." ”

"Oh, so our dear Miss Renee is a good thing?" said the lynx laughed, his palm naturally climbing up the waitress's buttocks. And the latter, instead of being disgusted, threw a flattering look at him, "Don't you know if I'm a good thing?" Or do you want to inspect the goods again if you haven't seen me for a while?"

"Forget it today, I have something to talk about with this little brother. I'll do it another day—" Renee walked away disappointed. At the same time, the obscene expression on the lynx's face that was still overflowing just now quickly disappeared, "This woman is not easy to mess with, although her skills are good, but she always likes to make small movements." If it had been someone else, I am afraid that she would have been killed a long time ago, but she was still the owner of this tavern, and many sailors who did not know were helpless when they were taken money. But I kind of enjoyed it. ”

"I'm not here to hear you say this. Lothar said helplessly. He sniffed the liquid in his glass, frowning. In addition to wine and water, there was something else in this cup.

Seeing this, the lynx smiled slightly, and took a big sip of nonchalantly, "It's okay, you can't die." It's just some refreshing flavorings, and there are quite few in this store. The most exaggerated thing I've ever seen is that the man's stomach is about to burst when he drinks, and his mouth keeps saying that he is thirsty. But if you do it all, the boss will have to pay for it. The price of this flavoring is not low. ”

"You know you're still so drunk?" asked the Count, puzzled, for it seemed to him that the contents of the drink were no different from those of chronic poison, and that no one would be happy when they took poison.

"A person dies if he is slashed with a knife, he dies if he is strangled by the throat, he dies if he is dehydrated at sea, and he dies if he drinks too much seawater. Ha, there are so many ways to die in this world, but luckily we only need to experience one thing. And if I had to choose one of all the ways to die, I'd rather drink to death or suck whale fat to death. The lynx raised an eyebrow and said, holding a wine glass, "And I'm curious how someone like you would die." I bet you've never thought about it, have you?"

"At least not to die on wine and women. Lothar said with some unpleasantness. He didn't want to talk to the lynx anymore.

"Don't be so sure, my dear sir. Because as far as I know, all men die on both. The thin man said, putting down his glass, "But since you don't want to talk about it, let's talk about what you want to talk about." But again, what I sell depends on how you use it. ”