"Don't worry, Brother Di, the wine there will definitely match your appetite. On the way to the tavern, Mason patted his chest and assured Glob that he would be satisfied with the places he recommended.

In addition to resting and buying weapons and living expenses for the family, most of Mason's money was used to buy alcohol and drink. This is the life of mercenaries, no one knows if they will come back alive next time, so in the absence of a task, the mercenaries are indulging in lust.

"You men, day by day you know to drink, drink. Sylvia followed, her face now as red as a monkey's ass.

"Women, please don't interfere with us men in such matters. Said gloomily.

Mason laughed on the side and said, "Brother and sister, you are wrong, how can you do without drinking in this world? People must do three things well in this life: eat well, drink well, and play well, so that they can leave no regrets." We are mercenaries, God knows when we will hang, before we die, we must enjoy it. ”

He said it very impassionedly, but the effect was not very good—he didn't answer him at all. He glanced at Sylvia and said, "Don't talk nonsense, she's not your brother and sister, she has nothing to do with me." ”

"You!" Sylvia gasped violently, her chest rising and falling, and she said angrily, "He has nothing to do with me!"

"Huh?" Mason didn't figure out the situation, he had seen these two people playing the so-called "flirting game" before, why didn't it take long for him to turn around? He didn't think that the two really had nothing to do with each other, just that they were embarrassed to admit it.

The streets of Boulder City are also paved with wide and thick black stones, and the whole street looks very wide, after such a long time, there are only a few small pits and scratches left on those black boulders, unlike other cities, such as Gray Goose City, where many blue brick streets have been shattered because of disrepair.

In order to cater to the heaviness of the city and the sense of fierceness as a fortress of war, most of the buildings in the city are decorated in dark colors, but Mason brought the two to this tavern but it is different from the other shops, the decoration is golden, and it stands out from the crowd of dark-colored shops.

The name of the tavern is "Golden Oak Tavern", and the signature wine here is the Golden Oak Mead. The tavern had a lot of customers every day, and it probably had something to do with its golden décor, and Gmy had to praise the owner of the tavern for his ability to express the uniqueness and extraordinariness of his tavern.

"Guest, how many of you are?" As soon as the three of them entered the door, a bartender immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Three, find us a window spot. Mason said.

The bartenders here are shrewd half-sized men who have a good memory and know exactly what seats are left in the tavern. The bartender quickly brought the trio to a location near a window from which the street could be seen just outside.

"What do you want to order? We've got a special ale, pirate rum, black river red pearls, ace kings, and of course, most famously, our Golden Oak Mead...... "Once you've picked your spot, it's time to choose your wine." The bartender began to recite the varieties of wine here, and his memory was really not good.

Mei Sheng waved his hand, interrupting the bartender's continued thoughts, and said, "Okay, don't fix those useless ones." A glass of elf fruit wine, two glasses of ale wine and ice, go get it. I'm telling you, don't give me water, I'm an old drinker of yours, and if I drink something wrong, I'm going to beat someone. ”

"Yes, yes, please wait. The bartender accompanied the smiling face and ran to get the wine with a cigarette.

When the bartender ran to get the wine, Mason smiled and said, "Hehe, Brother Di, don't be surprised, these goblin boys, if you don't pay attention, he will mix your wine with water, and if you don't wake up in advance, they won't remember." ”

It seems that if you don't mix some water in your glasses, the bartenders will feel like they have hives, and they have to add some of them, and experienced guests will tell the ugly things in advance. Such customers are usually regular customers, and bartenders are afraid to add water to their wine.

The ordered wine was quickly served, two oak cups filled with golden special ale wine, the ale wine floated with a layer of hoarfrost, it seemed that a lot of ice cubes were added, there were small bubbles floating in the wine, and a goblet was filled with amber elf fruit wine, which was a sweet wine produced by the elves, with little alcohol content, thick as honey, and was the favorite drink of many aristocratic ladies.

"Now these guys, instead of adding so much water, it's no different from water," Mason shook his head with a smile and took a sip of ale, "Forget it, so be it." ”

The bartender stood aside with a smile on his face. 5 copper coins per glass of ale, 20 copper coins for elf fruit wine, and Mason also paid a few more copper coins as his tip.

"I wanted to give you a few more copper plates, but you mixed so much ice with this wine, I'll give you a few less. Mason tossed the copper coin to the bartender.

"Thank you!" the bartender didn't dare to ask there, and besides, not every guest tipped, and this was the first tip he had ever gotten. If he can get a tip, he is already very satisfied.

Sylvia drank the glass of elven fruit wine, she didn't comment on it, she had been very familiar with this wine since she was a child, the fruit wine sold here was not as authentic as she had drunk before, she took a big sip of ale from the oak cup, the ale was cold in the mouth, with a slight bitterness, and the rest was the aroma of wheat. This kind of ale wine, when you drink it, pays attention to the word "cool", and you must drink it in a big gulp. Like Sylvie drinking fruit wine, the way she took small sips did not reflect the bold momentum at all.

"How's it going, isn't it?" asked Mason with a smile. "Come, let's go one. ”

"It's okay. He picked up the oak glass and clinked it with Mason, poured another sip of ale, and then gave a "OK" evaluation.

"Okay, just okay?" Mason's eyes widened. Such a good ale is only okay in the mouth of the dark? Has he ever drunk a better ale than this?

"Is it the poor quality?" asked Mason.

"No, no, no, it's of good quality," Glow hurriedly shook his head, "It's just not strong enough, I prefer to drink spirits." ”