Oak Pride Tavern, formerly known as "Lev's Tavern", is one of the most prestigious taverns in Oak City and the Kingdom of Orem.

The tavern dates back to the early days of the Kingdom of Orem, but its owner was only one of many nomads who came to the capital to make a living. While he was pouring all his savings and trying to sell his own fruit wine in the city, he was even ready to run to the side of the road to become a beggar if he went bankrupt.

The gods are above, and I don't know if it was a fate or a wonderful coincidence, this drink made from a variety of fruits conquered people's taste buds almost overnight. After that, the story is very simple, from generation to generation, the Lev family's "vanilla fruit wine" has slowly precipitated over the years, and has become the most unforgettable memory in the hearts of the people who live here, or it represents the taste of Silver Oak City - delicate, sweet, warm, and long-lasting.

When the four of Essaouiran arrived, it was just in time for the most leisurely time of the day.

The warm afternoon sun shines on the colourful stained-glass glass, casting a splash of light on the empty window seats, the bartender standing at the bar wiping his plate and glasses, and the musician in the corner plucking the shamisen, soothing melodies flowing from his fingertips.

The guests are quiet, whispering softly, enjoying the laziness of the wine, and the waitress in a white apron moves lightly from table to table, offering a drink and a sweet smile to the customer. I have to say, it's a great place to spend some time.

They chose a slightly secluded seat, after all, the chances of meeting acquaintances here are still very high, and God knows if anyone will get the news of the son of the former prime minister and the crown prince coming to drink before the trial of order to the ears of His Majesty.

Soon, the waiter came over with a tray, and after a little look at the four young combinations, they immediately understood the meaning, and they were no longer surprised that the underage young masters of the aristocratic family came to secretly drink.

"What do you need?" asked the waiter, smiling.

"Four glasses of vanilla fruit wine, two glasses of ice and two glasses of original juice," said Beorn skillfully, "and some more bacon jerky, and by the way, some dried fruit." ”

"Okay, wait a minute. The waiter bowed respectfully and withdrew.

"You've been here a lot?" Essaoweran looked curiously at his surroundings, which seemed completely unfamiliar to him.

He found a special painting on the wall of the tavern, which, unlike other works hanging on the wall, did not have a colorful patch of color on the canvas, but a distant view of Mount Ösk with rough lines, and a small line of writing in the lower right corner of the canvas.

The painting hangs in the most prominent part of the tavern, and it is clear that the owner of the tavern regarded it as a treasure, framing it and covering it with a transparent display case to protect it from air and dust.

"Whose work is this?" Sovereign looked like a child who was constantly asking questions, and even Peslin looked at the Beorn brothers with interest, expecting their answers.

The waiter returned, carrying a tray of drinks and snacks, and Loka explained as she helped take the glass from the waiter's hand. "It is a painting of His Majesty the Honourable King Maheth," he said, placing two glasses of original vanilla fruit wine in front of the two of them, "presumably left by His Majesty the Former King when he was young." ”

"Yes, as the gentleman said," the waiter nodded, "this painting was left here when His Majesty the Late King was forty years old. Her expression was full of pride.

"Not everyone has such good fortune," Beorn glanced at the painting, "There are not many paintings that have been handed down to the people by His Majesty the First King, and the Lord God is above, which is enough to make this tavern proud for a lifetime." ”

Sovereign nodded slightly, he remembered his kind grandfather, unlike Peslin, who had left the palace with his father since he was a child, Soveland's affection for His Majesty King Mahesson occupied his entire childhood, and unlike his strict father, his grandfather always gave him the warmest love.

Paislin patted Sovereign on the shoulder, and Beorn noticed that the atmosphere was a little heavy. "Come, lads, try this," he said, picking up his glass, "I suggest you write your name on the wall at once!

"I can testify to that!" Loka chimed in.

Sovereign was amused by the brothers' exaggerated words, and he and Paislin glanced at each other and picked up their glasses.

The large transparent glass is filled with a pale yellow liquid, and the clear and crystalline color is wrapped in an alluring aroma that is very special, as if it is a mixture of the sweetness of fruit and the sweetness of alcohol.

"For our friendship!" Sovereign looked at the three people at the table, which he wanted to talk to the most, and it could be said that these three people were his most important friends.

"For friendship!" said Beorne, Loca, and Paislyn at the same time, and the four glasses collided with each other, and the stirring water splashed out of them, and they looked up and took a sip.

The refreshing and sweet fruity aroma instantly exploded in the mouth of the Sovereign, and the clear and rich layers stimulated the taste buds, and the warm current that flowed down the throat to the chest, after which the bitter strength of the wine rebounded at the bottom.

Sovereign and Paislin held their glasses in a daze, they had no idea that there was such a wonderful drink in the world that could even touch their hearts.

Beorn sighed unusually comfortably, and looked at the two of them who were still in a sluggish state. "What did I say," he said with a blank expression, "the Lord God is above, looking at your appearance, I'm afraid not only have you forgotten your name, but you have even lost your soul, right?"

Loka laughed and patted them both on the shoulder, and Sovereign came back to his senses. "No wonder Oak Pride is so famous...... he said, staring at the pale yellow liquid in his glass.

Just then, a shrill voice came from the seat at the other end of the tavern. "No wonder the voice is so familiar," the man continued with a playful laugh, "Dennis, don't keep your head down, your future brother-in-law is across from you!"

Sovereign and the others were stunned when they heard this, and found that on the seat not far away, a red-haired young man looked here with a frown, it was none other than Evelyn's younger brother Dennis Meyer.

He looks very similar to Evelyn, especially between his eyebrows, and there is also a sense of rebelliousness, but the difference is that Dennis's expression reveals a natural indifference. In fact, it is said that it is a younger brother, but in fact the two siblings are twins, but his sister came to this world first.

"Shut up!" Dennis snorted, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!" and then said to a few other friends at the table with some disappointment, "Let's go, the two people we least want to see are all here......"

As he spoke, Dennis glanced at Soveran with a cold expression, in his mind, his sister was the embodiment of perfection, far from being comparable to Soveland, let alone married. So during his studies at the Knight Academy, Dennis always had a hint of hostility towards Sauverayland.

As for Eusta, he was the son of Count Rakdor, in Belém, and it was no surprise that the flames of war between him and a cold-faced boy with a full personality met in the same academy. Although Eusta did not dare to provoke Soveland, as the crown prince, this does not mean that he will not use Soveland's marriage contract with Evelyn to mock Dennis, who thinks highly of himself.

Seeing Dennis get up and want to leave, Eusta and his friends raise their glasses and coax. "Alas, the lion cubs of Tampon will also have a day when they are as docile as sheep!" he nodded respectfully in the direction of Sauvera, "Hail to you, my noble highness." ”

"You ......" Dennis stood there, his fair face flushed with anger.

Sovereign also stood up, and although he knew that Dennis didn't like him, it didn't mean that Evelyn's favorite brother should be teased in front of his eyes.

Before Solveland could speak, a glass with half a glass of wine whizzed across several tables and smashed it squarely into the face of the laughing Eusta.

With a "clang", the wine splashed and the yellowish liquid splashed on Yusta's head, and the sudden scene plunged the entire bar into an eerie silence. Sovereign looked at Paislin, who had already rolled up his arms, in surprise, and didn't even realize what was going on!

"Punch him!" Peslin shouted and threw out another weapon, but this time in a chair under his ass.

A loud roar woke everyone who were stunned, Soveran kicked over the table and rushed towards Eusta, Dennis was slightly stunned, he hadn't decided who to beat, but he quickly sided with the future "brother-in-law", as for Eusta and his followers, they were no strangers to fighting.

For a moment, the tavern, which had just been leisurely and quiet, suddenly turned into a chaotic battlefield, with tables, chairs, wine glasses, fruit plates, and everything that was not fixed to the floor flying.

"Fight, fight me, see who's the number one fighting king in the academy!"

"Bastard, get your feet out of my way......"

"Shut up...... Damn it, you dare bite me!"

“......”

More than a dozen young men scuffled together, they pushed and rolled on the ground, swords, daggers, gloves, and cloaks scattered all over the ground, of course, no one would use weapons in this kind of group frame, and everyone acquiesced to the rules of group racking.

What is even more exaggerated is that the employees of Oak Pride are more excited than the perpetrators of this sudden outbreak of "war". "Smash! for the sake of the Lord God, I say you!" the bartender excitedly threw the freshly wiped cup and plate on the ground, and he yelled at the musician in the corner, "Quick! Change to a cheerful tune!" For the sake of the Lord God, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day!"

Immediately, the musician's three-stringed instrument changed its style, and the rhythmic music was sung in the tavern, and the waitresses stood on the bar with their trays held high and shouted cheers, and even stomped their little leather boots on the table to beat the drum to the rhythm of the music.

"Don't punch in the face! hell, belly, belly! Are you going to fight!" Beorn shouted, clinking glasses with Loka in passing, "Stupid! Veran! that big man first!"

With a wine glass in his left hand and a plate of bacon jerky in his right, Loka had already toppled the table, but he was glad that his eyes were quick. "Here, try this, this bacon is much better than before......"

The madness continues, and Oak Pride has always had two unique things that have been passed down to this day, one is fine wine, and the other is the group of young people. After years of silence, the dancing tables and chairs have finally descended on the legendary tavern once again.