"Bring me a cup of agave. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Arnold was sitting in a shadow bar in Bishop, tossing a silver coin to the waiter at the counter and asking for a cup of the adventurer's favorite tequila.

Arnold complied with Lydia's plan, disguised himself as a refugee and infiltrated Bishop, then stole an adventurer's outfit and swaggered into the Shadow Bar, intending to take what Lydia had deposited there.

"Hey, your agave. The rough-looking waiter shoved a full cup of tequila in front of Arnold.

"Boy, look at your face, it's the first time you've come to Bishop City, and I'll ask for 10 silver coins for this tequila. ”

"No, I'm an adventurer in this area, but I rarely come to bars. The waiters in the bar look like you?" Arnold changed the subject, looking for an opportunity to probe.

"Hey, you think you'll be able to eat in a bar full of adventurers, mercenaries, and bounty hunters, and you'll be able to eat a thin little white face like you? Hey. The rough waiter laughed and fought back at Arnold's taunt.

Arnold held up the tequila and drank most of it in one gulp. Wow, a light sip of wine emanates from the mouth, the taste is unexpectedly delicious, and the degree is also moderate, no wonder it is welcomed by the majority of adventurers.

"It's full again. Arnold held down a gold coin this time.

My name is Trier, and I've been a bartender in Bishop for five years. Haha, I was also a brave mercenary 5 years ago, but I was seriously injured on a mission, and even if I was cured, I left sequelae. With the help of a few brothers, he opened a bar in Bishop City to spend the rest of his life. "The rough waiter is always stingy with praise for the bold guest.

"Mr. Trier is polite, it turns out that Trier was also a warrior, and he is my predecessor, and I respect Uncle Arnold for this cup. ”

"Okay! This glass of wine, uncle, please. Trier poured himself a full cup of tequila, and finished it with Arnold.

"Come on, come on, drink and drink, all the money for today's wine is on my head, brothers, don't be polite. ”

"Thank you, Captain, come, brothers, and toast Captain. ”

Arnold heard the accent of the speaker be different, and looked up to see that it was five or six Knoller soldiers drinking.

"Soldier Noller?"

"Hehe, although the strength of tequila is not as good as the rum in the army, it has twice the taste. Lately, the Noleer soldiers have been coming to my Shadow Bar a lot to beg for drinks. "The military quality of the Noller soldiers is notoriously strict, and even the Noleer soldiers can't resist the temptation to come and drink, and it can indeed be said that the adventurer's wine has a unique delicacy.

"Oh, and the Noller soldiers will come often, too. ”

"After Noller took Bishop, he didn't do much out of the ordinary to us civilians at the bottom. For now, Noller still has three months to go, and he can't find a way to break through the glorious fortress, and it is estimated that the country will accept Adelaide's peace agreement. The entire province of Amaurica was assigned to Noller. ”

Adelaide fought a three-year war with Knoller, and Trier, who lived at the bottom of the front line all year round, knew no less about the battlefield than any officer.

Hearing Trier's words, Arnold was thoughtful, and it was estimated that this was also the reason why Noeller wanted to capture Lydia like crazy. Listening to Lydia, Noller has a special way to track down his whereabouts, and the next time he comes over, he is not an existence that they can deal with.

"Come, Uncle Trier, I'll give you another drink. !"

"Uncle Trier, do you have any snow wine from Ernest Province?" Arnold asked Trier suddenly after drinking the tequila in his glass, not in a hurry to fill it up.

"I don't have any Ernest province of snow wine. Trier looked up as he looked at the bottle and continued to fill himself with a glass of agave.

"You're laughing, but I've heard from an old friend that you have the wine made from the berries and ice and snow of the province of Ernest, and you are the only one in the whole province of Amaurica. ”

Trier's hand holding the glass paused, "Which berry?"

"The fruit of Alesia, named after the goddess of ice and snow, is a characteristic berry of the province of Ernest. Arnold leaned closer to Trier and whispered. This is the joint code, in fact, the snow wine is not made from the fruit of Alesia and ice and snow, but the green fruit of the Northland and ice and snow, and the color of the wine is cyan, not white and transparent as imagined. But the green fruit of the Northland is also called the fruit of Alesia, a secret that only the nobles of the Northland with a long history will know.

"Wait for me at the back door. Trier stared at Arnold for a few moments before turning and whispering.

"After drinking three glasses of tequila, the whole person is starting to faint, haha, Trier, you drink money. ”

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Arnold patted his head, tossed the gold coin in his hand to Trier, and turned and walked out of the Shadow Bar.

"Hahaha, Trier, you've had a lot of luck today, and you've got another gold coin. You can invite me to this glass of wine, or I'll denounce you, hahaha. After Arnold left the bar, a nearby mercenary laughed at Trier.

It turned out that Trier had just seen Arnold come in alone, and his face was very angry, so he used his body to block the price sign and came up to greet him. Now that he walked away, the price card behind him suddenly appeared, and the price of tequila was marked: 30 copper coins a cup.

"Go, go, York, you poor mercenary can only drink a cup of tequila for as little as 30 copper coins, and for this kind of adventurer who may only come a few times, I will give you a fine agave for 10 silver coins a cup. If you have the money, you can also come and try it, but now pay back the 30 glasses of wine. Jasmine, come and greet me here, and I'll go down to the back hall. "Trill has never had a good face for a poor mercenary like York, who often defaults on his drinks.

"Hey, my good Trier, I'll have the money to pay you back tomorrow, and I'll still owe you the money for the night's wine, and tomorrow I'll come and taste the difference between a 10 silver cup of high-end tequila. The mercenary named York got up and bowed his head to a few nearby mercenaries and said a few words, nodded and pointed to the place where Arnold had been sitting, and then nodded to the door, and then the group walked out of the Shadow Bar one after another.

Arnold walked out of the bar, put on the adventurer's cloak, looked at the back door of the Shadow Bar, and entered a small alley away from several patrolling Noller soldiers. Walk through the alley to the left and you will find the back door of the bar.

"Arnold, I sense that someone is following you. Arnold, who was just about to walk out of the alley, suddenly received a reminder from Alice.

"Is it a soldier of Nole?" Arnold drew his broadsword, guarding carefully.

"Hey, York, it looks like we're too eager for the little mouse to find out. "A couple of mercenaries with swords came out of the shadows and blocked the exit.

"Noor, I'm not telling you to be quieter, so that our little mouse can go to Amos painlessly. ”

Arnold looked back and saw that York's gang, who had been in the bar, had appeared on his back road, and Arnold knew at a glance that he was being underestimated. exposed his wealth, provoked poor mercenaries, gathered a few accomplices to prepare to kill people and rob money, and made a windfall. All too common in this chaotic war.

"York, it's okay, although I'm a little frightened, but with my knife speed, he will definitely not feel a little pain. ”

"Hey, Alice, I'm worried that I can't find the experience of leveling up, and this will be automatically delivered to the door. Arnold chuckled, there were a total of twelve people surrounding here, none of them had reached the second order, they were all first-order 7 or 8 or even 5 or 6 levels, and the strongest York was only 10 levels, and these poor mercenaries didn't have the money to advance to the second order. Anyway, if it were the second order, he wouldn't be a poor acid mercenary here.

"Are you ready to die?" Arnold raised his broadsword, calmly unafraid.

"Hey, York, this kid seems to be crazy, a level 9 apprentice warrior who dares to shout about dealing with a dozen of his peers. Hey. In that case, I send you to Amos, the god of death. The mercenary named Knorr smiled bitterly and slashed at Arnold's head.