Maffeo looked up from the barrel filled with pickled cucumbers and looked at the two guests who had arrived. Marcos, dressed in a black coat, and Carl, who was playing with his cowboy hat in his hand, stood motionless in front of the bar, looking at Maffeo with teasing and strange eyes, respectively.

"Do you want to explain?" said Marcos with a smile.

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Maffeo, angrily propping his hands on the bar. "As you can see, there are many kinds of wine here. But I still recommend you the fairy wine, which is no less flavorful than the white wine made by Teooles. ”

Marcos laughed out loud, "Wow, wow." Our Ghost Swordsman has become a tavern waiter, has something strange happened this year? No wonder I haven't been able to find your person these days. ”

Maffeo finally couldn't stand the kind of performance that was extremely embarrassing for him, so he simply stomped his foot. "What the hell, Marcos, want me to lose my temporary job?"

"You ......," Karl raised his hand, but stopped talking. "You don't look like a waiter. Indeed, although Maffeo wore a garment without any metal, he carried the great sword behind his back. Carl had never seen a tavern waiter carry a sword large enough to smash an adult into meat sauce, but Maffeo quickly explained. "There's a lot of drunk guys in here, and my main job is to kick those guys in the ass. ”

Marcos stepped forward with a wicked smile, intending to have a drink and relax, but he became interested in Maffeo's recent experience. "How much money does Sothia give you to make you rather stand here and be an awkward waiter when you have nothing to do?"

"500 gold coins a day, which is much more profitable than most hunting commissions. Maffeo couldn't help but look angry at this, so Marcos determined why the other party would choose to do the job. "Haha, I can guess, you received a hunting commission before, but you were deceived miserably?"

"That's what you want to hear, I know, it does seem like a topic you're interested in. Well, I'll tell you. Maffeo raised his hand in dissatisfaction. "Half a month ago, I received a commission to hunt the Minotaur in a village near the Elwyn Line. The cunning mustache had negotiated a price of 300 gold coins plus a bonus of 50 gold coins, and things went smoothly, and I was able to easily deal with the minotaur who was harassing them. But do you know what happened at the end when I got paid?"

"They didn't give you a penny?" Marcos guessed.

Maffeo shook his head vigorously, "No! You know what? The cunning village chief only gave me 25 gold in the end, what is that? Although it is not a troublesome commission to settle the minotaurs, it is not even enough money for me to repair my weapons! That bastard village chief thinks the Minotaur I brought back is a fake, something created by some kind of sorcery to confuse them!

"You don't have to be angry about this, you know, most people don't think you need to pay 350 gold to deal with a minotaur. Marcos pouted.

Maffeo calmed himself down and made himself less excited. "Of course I know some bastards would rather be harassed than pay someone to deal with monsters, but 25 gold is simply insulting to me, and it's not even enough for you to get a glass of elf wine from me. He slammed the table top of the bar in dissatisfaction.

"It turns out that you are just worrying about this matter, come on, you will feel better with a drink, and I will pay for it." Marcos turned his head and spoke out to Sothia, who was standing at the door of the box. "Sothia, don't you mind if I take this dedicated waiter to have a drink with me?"

"Please, Marcos!" Sothea smiled.

"Come, your client has spoken. Marcos grabbed Maffeo's hand and dragged him out of the back of the bar and towards an unmanned table.

Andrea, who had become a waitress at the Moonlight Tavern, quickly brought Marcos and Carl's usual drink to the table as Sothia had instructed, and then she deliberately glanced at Maffeo. "It seems that our thugs are not in a good mood. ”

"That's right, beautiful young lady. So, we, as his best friends, have to enlighten him. Marcos laughed.

"Hopefully you'll make it, sweetheart. If he can't get rid of the troublemakers, both me and Sothia will have a headache. Andrea put away the tray and turned away with a charming smile.

Marcos refocused his gaze on Maffeo, who was gulping down the juice from his clay glass, as if trying to drown the bastard village chief in the drink. "That beautiful young lady is the one Warhammer likes, right?"

Maffeo put down his glass and wiped his mouth with his hand. "Yes, why do you ask this?"

"The Tavern was shut down more than a month ago, I think you should know, after the incident with the Dark Order, it was by far the biggest incident in Huttonmar. The warhammer uncovers the actions of the tavern owner, Mr. Carter, and the Duchy sends Mr. Carter to prison. Well, although there are some people who have lost their jobs and are not involved in child trafficking. ”

"I know what you're trying to say, Andrea is used to doing this job. It just so happened that Sothia also needed a helper, and they hit it off. Maffeo shrugged.

"It's a shame I didn't get through that interesting incident. Pretenders, mutants...... It doesn't matter anymore. Marcos took a big sip of wine.

Maffeo looked up at the other with disdain, "Trust me, you won't be interested in that incident. ”

"Yes, I hopefully, I didn't experience that incident. Marcos pouted.

"So, can you tell me what you did during that time? You haven't confessed to anyone yet. Maffeo said, spreading his hands. Karl, who had been drinking in silence, also raised his head from his glass and looked at Marcos, and it could be seen that he was also interested in the matter.

Marcos glanced at the two of them, but did not speak, only showed a smiling expression, which made the two of them a little impatient. The only thing that is certain is that if Marcos does not answer the two within the time that the two have made a brief agreement, they will teach Marcos a "lesson". Of course, Marcos is as hard to catch as a loach.

But Marcos wouldn't allow himself to be taught a lesson, so he coughed and spoke like a speaker. "Dark Elves, I've been dealing with them all this time. ”

"Really? They don't like humans. Maffeo shook his head in disbelief.

"That's true, my dear Maffeo. I met the dark elf in the Elwyn Line, his name is Krent. I was there working on a not-so-complicated commission, and the guy somehow appeared in the nearby forest. He doesn't have the same prejudice against humans as most Dark Elves, and I can tell that he's a guy who is trying hard to make the relationship between the Dark Elves and humans better. But alas, according to him, because of the Plague events in Noypera, the Dark Elf Patriarch is ready to start a war. ”

"That's terrible, the situation on the border battlefield is not optimistic, and it is said that the Duchy is already considering a truce with the Empire. But you know, every time an armistice is signed, a part of the land is ceded out. Well, although none of this has anything to do with us. Maffeo drank the drink from his glass, he didn't want to get involved in war and politics, he just wanted to stay away from those things.

"Perhaps the first to fight the Dark Elves will be the Deloths. Marcos waved his hand. "Because the way from the Dark City to Belmar is the military stronghold of the Delos Empire, it is impossible for them to bypass those heavily guarded strongholds. ”

"Yes, perhaps tomorrow a new force will emerge from the plains of Amiens to wage war against the principality or the empire. In short, the continent sucks. Maffeo sighed.

"I'm sure you're looking for a place where there's no fighting, but for now, that's impossible, and at least the Celestial Realm will disappoint you even more. Karl said.

"Perhaps, the dispute never stopped. ”[.]