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There was no inn in such a place, but there was a sloppy tavern, no matter how backward and poor the place, the tavern was certainly there, and Leon rarely touched the wine, especially the turbid barley wine in the tavern, with its bitter taste mixed with a lot of miscellaneous things, so he had not visited any of the taverns in his hometown, and today it was the only choice in order to have a place to stay.

The inside of the tavern was not bright, with several tiny torches hanging from the walls, and a fire in the middle, the flickering light of the fire seemed warm.

The tavern was not an inn, and all that could be provided to them was an empty shelter from the rain, and the guards had placed the people and the carts according to the prince's orders.

The group sat down in the corner of the tavern, and Leon ordered a glass of barley wine for each of them, and it was hard to travel for the past two days, so they drank a glass of wine to relieve their fatigue, and at the same time took out the dry food they had brought with them.

"Your Highness, shall we leave for home tomorrow?" the guard asked in a low voice, and the prince had instructed him not to reveal his identity in front of outsiders.

"Don't worry, I still have something to do, and I'm going to be delayed for almost a day. Leon did not tell them about the pathfinder, and the fewer people who did, the more convenient it was.

After dinnertime, the tavern slowly poured in, a copper plate could not afford a loaf of bread, but a few glasses of pleasure could be drunk, which was a good deal for them. And some people really don't have money, so they will choose to come in and sit down and smell the wine.

"Boss, have a drink. A man walked in and shouted directly at the counter, looking familiar.

"This is the last drink. The boss poured a glass and put it in front of him, and his expense was only enough for him to drink one drink.

"Don't be verbose. "The man was very dissatisfied, and it was not pleasant to drink.

Leon thought for a moment before he remembered who this man was, and the marks on his face revealed that he was the one who was shouting in front of the crowd today to grab food.

Leon turned around, took a sip of barley wine and put it down, scolding himself for being too squeamish.

"Haha, Sokory, are you still comfortable being beaten today?" someone laughed and talked about it, and everyone was idle and had nothing to do, so they liked to find something interesting to liven up the atmosphere.

"Shut up, you know what, I'm not thinking about you, a few people here have received food, are you still laughing? "The man, named Sokori, was not ashamed at all, but felt that what he had done today was a heroic act.

"I didn't get it, but my child's wife got it. The man took a large sip of wine and replied contentedly, after all, he had just finished eating fresh toast, and now he still had that fragrance on his body.

"It's not going to work. Sokori snorted, and sat alone by the fire and drank in a muffled voice.

Outside the door came another man, with half-white hair, who looked like Sokory's nemesis.

"Boss, have a drink. "He behaved like most people, the first thing he did when he came in was to go to the counter and order a drink.

"Mormont, you already owe money for two glasses. "The boss has a good memory, and he remembers who can afford to drink and who owes money in the tavern where people come and go, and he is the kind of person who can't afford to drink.

"It's just one cup, and I'll pay you back as soon as I have the money. "Mormont doesn't want to give up, a copper plate is not too difficult, when the time comes, you can sell a few copper plates with a rabbit, enough to return to the boss.

"No, Mormont, you also know that our tavern is originally a small business, if everyone owes money, can't it be closed, don't you want to see this place can't be opened, right?" The boss directly refused, Gooding Town is a poor place, everyone can't eat here, and drinking a copper plate and several glasses of barley wine here at night is considered a luxurious life, if you owe money, the tavern can't be opened, and everyone has no better pastime.

Mormont's face looked a little lost, and naturally there was no way to force the boss to agree.

"Hehe, Mormont, isn't it quite majestic today, why can't you afford a glass of wine, or I will invite you?" Socorry, who was sitting by the fire, stood up, his face full of mockery, as if he had forgotten that the scar was still visible.

"You can't afford to drink it yourself. The onlookers laughed, obviously it was the last cup, and what did they have to treat.

"Shut up. Sokory was furious, wouldn't it be shameful for these people to interrupt others.

"You'd better take care of yourself. Mormont glanced at him, this kind of person was already uneasy and kind, and he was forced to make a move today, otherwise he didn't want to get involved with him at all.

"I'm very good myself, but you old man didn't get food today, I don't know what you think in your heart, do you feel very angry, and help that person out of the siege but get nothing. Sokoli continued to taunt, according to common sense, the helper should be thanked, why didn't he get the last grain of barley, isn't it too pitiful.

"I'm not helping the man, I'm helping the townspeople. Mormont felt that there was nothing to do, and it was okay to educate the scoundrel.

"Oh, you can't get food or do you help? Are you old and confused?" Sokory looked disdainful, and would say something big to deceive people, where could he see that it was help.

The onlookers also looked at Mormont, and in this sultry and faint alcohol environment, everyone's reaction was always a few beats slower.

"I ask you, if everyone were to rush for food today, who would have succeeded and who would have gone home intact. "Mormont's series of questions, some of the answers are right in front of you, but you don't think about it, and you can't see them.

"This ......," the townsfolk pondered.

Life is not easy in the first place, and if you are injured in the process of robbery, the following days will be even more miserable. In this analysis, Mormont's behavior has indeed done everyone a great favor.

"It's just your guess, and there are a few people who haven't received it, including you. "Sokory was alone, so he didn't get it. He continued to quibble, as long as the robbery did not happen, he could think in other good directions.

"The people who didn't get it were all young men, do they still expect to live on this little food?" Mormont's words were clearly aimed at Sokoli alone, and big men with hands and feet had to care about this.

"So you think you're a young man too?" Sokory didn't get to the point, instead mocking Mormont for being a young man for being so old.

"Forget it, it doesn't make sense with people like you. Mormont still gave up, and the reason was not for scoundrels.

"Let's hurry up, the tavern is so big that it can't accommodate some idlers. Sokoli said, holding up his glass.

"Wait. At this time, everyone heard a voice from the corner.

"Give this gentleman a drink. Leon placed the copper plate in front of his boss and decided to treat Mormont to a drink.