There was no shortage of ugly incidents in the tavern, and in fact, it didn't take long for Maffeo to do his job. The man in gray opened the door of the tavern and strode towards the bar, and Sothia, who had returned to the bar, showed a natural expression, and she tapped her fingers lightly on the table of the bar, waiting for the man to speak.

"Is there a room available?" asked the man in gray in a low voice.

"It's a pity that fifteen minutes ago, a guest from the Void Ancestor booked the last room. Sothia stared at the gray man's dirty cloak, then looked down slightly, and she saw the vicissitudes of the stubble.

"I'll pay, Sothia. The man in gray whispered, as if he wasn't quite sure.

Another ugly incident happened here, the tall pockmarked drunkard at the table closest to the bar suddenly stood up and walked to the bar, and as soon as the man in gray stepped into the tavern, the fellow kept looking at him with a gloomy gaze, and his two companions were less than two paces behind him.

"I've told you there's no room available, you beggar!" said pockmarked face, standing in front of the gray-clothed man, and the overwhelming smell of wine came out of his mouth. "The Moonlight Tavern doesn't need people like you, you should go to the backstreets and be with those scum!"

The man in gray picked up the glass that Sothia had handed him earlier, and stepped aside, obviously not wanting to cause trouble. After taking a sip of his drink, he turned his gaze to Sothia, but the other party did not show the expression he expected. Of course, Sothia would never chase out more drunkards for the sake of being alone, unless they made a bigger noise.

But it was clear that the pockmarked face's next move forced Sosiya to take measures. He walked up to the man in gray and pointed at him and scolded. "All beggars are thieves, do you hear me, you bastard!"

"He couldn't hear, maybe his ears were plugged with shit. One of his companions behind him scoffed.

"Get out of here after paying for the drink!" "Mazi yelled.

Only then did the man in gray raise his head to look at him for the first time. "I'm going to finish my drink. ”

"Maybe I can help you. Mazi hissed as he knocked over the wine in the man in gray's hand as he grabbed his shoulders and fingers tightly wrapped around the leather rope that the stranger was carrying diagonally. One of Poko-Face's companions raised his fist and prepared to attack, but the Grey Man still hadn't made any moves. Mako-Face's fist stopped in mid-air, as his entire arm was being grabbed by Maffeo at this moment. "Scoundrel, do you want to make trouble?"

"Where are you scum?" he yelled in discontent, trying to wrench his arm away.

"I don't care how angry you are. Maffeo slammed his fist into the bridge of the man's nose, and the man collapsed to the wooden floor of the tavern with a scream of pain. He covered his nose and said to the pockmarked face. "Kill...... Kill him!"

These guys are like that, when a new threat arises, they give up on their previous goals altogether. Mazi let go of the man in gray with a face, and then drew his knife with his other companion and struck at Maffeo. Chaos ensued, and while brawls were common in taverns, most of the time it was not easy to encounter the use of weapons.

The sound of screams and fights mingled with the sound of tables and wine glasses being knocked over. With a crisp metallic sound, two bastards lay down in front of Maffeo. And from beginning to end, Maffeo didn't even move the big sword behind his back. "These guys never learn to behave. ”

"Can't you just let me drink quietly?" Karl drank from his glass a little dejectedly.

"After all, it was an accident. Marcos smiled and patted him on the shoulder, comforting.

The three guards rushed into the tavern with a "bang", and the weapons on their bodies clanged. They must have been patrolling the neighborhood, with sticks wrapped around leather ropes in their hands, but when they saw the three drunkards lying in front of Maffeo, they immediately flashed their swords. Maffeo took a slight step back and tossed the knife he had snatched from the tavern to the ground. "Well, gentlemen, I didn't do it first. Moreover, they are alive. ”

"Stand there and don't move!" the guard shouted.

"Hell......" Maffeo scolded secretly.

Sothea finally stepped out from behind the bar and stood in front of the three guards. "Stop, don't catch that blonde guy, he's not a troublemaker. ”

"But we were told that there had been a fatality in the tavern. One of the guards said.

"No death, no death, just as usual. It's just three drunken drunkards finding fault, I don't think you'll be surprised by that, right?" explained Sothia.

Although the guards had hesitant expressions on their faces, judging by their next actions, they still believed Sothia's words. But now that they have come here, they certainly cannot go back empty-handed. So, they tied up the three drunkards who were lying on the ground and took them away. Well, it was the three of them who were making trouble, Maffeo thought.

Sothia did not look back to inquire about Maffeo, but bowed to the man in gray and motioned for him to come with him. The Grey Man silently followed behind Sothia, who glanced at the Grey Man as he passed by Maffeo. Although he didn't know why Sothia cared so much about this guy, Maffeo thought that maybe this guy was some old friend of Sothea.

The sound of Marcos and Carl standing up from the table caught Maffeo's attention, and he turned his head away. "Are you leaving?"

"Of course, after this kind of thing, we're going to have to find a quieter place. Marcos spread his hands. "It's a good thing Warhammer isn't here, otherwise I can't guarantee that something like this would have happened. ”

"He's not a murderer. Maffeo shrugged.

"Anyway, we're leaving. See you later, man. Marcos beckoned and followed Karl, who had already taken his steps, to the door.

"See you later......" Maffeo muttered, turning to pick up the knocked benches and glasses.

Marcos and Carl thought they would be fine if they left a noisy place and found another quiet place, but they were actually stopped by a group of guards as they walked out of the tavern. Carl's face grimaced, and Marcos struggled to remember if he had committed something. But in the end, he found that he had never violated a single rule.

When Borken stepped out from behind the guards, Marcos understood why the guards were in front of him. "Hey, Boken, I'm just fed up with your way. Marcos said dissatisfied.

"Are you sure these guys aren't hostile?" Karl asked.

"Even if they were hostile, don't you think you can't escape on your own?" Marcos shrugged indifferently.

Boken stood still for a long time without saying a word, and then unveiled a notice with the Duchy's emblem on it. He remained silent as the two of them stepped forward to read the proclamation. Obviously, this was coercive, as it did not ask for the consent of any of the adventurers. Although, the parliamentarians did not think that such a lucrative remuneration could not impress those who took risks.

"The Principality needs your help. Boken finally spoke, and he whispered.

"What if I don't agree? To be honest, I'm not interested in going and negotiating with the Bantu. Marcos pouted. "If I'm going there and just exploring, then I'll probably think about it. But I refuse to serve politics, I'm not a spy or a politician. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheney. This is not a request, but an order, from Queen Skady. Boken shook his head slightly.

Marcos looked surprised, in his opinion, Queen Skady would not have done such a thing anyway. But when he thought of the three councillors who held the real power of the principality, he understood everything. He smiled sarcastically and nodded. "Okay, I'll just go and hear what you have to say. ”

"You too, Mr. Morin. Boken said to Carl again.

Carl disdainfully threw the cigarette at his feet, stomped it out, and walked forward with Marcos without saying a word. [.]