The terrifying Black Moon Nulin Ace eventually disappeared with the drizzle, and the rainless sky in the early morning was still covered with clouds, but the bright sunlight of Estel made Karasheng begin to wake up from the darkness.

Before the first rays of sunlight had pierced the clouds, the turkeys chirped loudly, piercing, and together with the simultaneous thud of their iron-soled boots on the floor, some of the drinkers woke up from their slumber. Taverns are closed during the Red Moon, but this one is an exception. The soldiers of the garrison who went out on patrol always delayed here for 'a while', especially now that it was still the rainy season.

"What a bunch of disgraced guys. "The officers of the garrison who had come to change shifts took off their leather gloves and put them on their noses, so that the smell of rust and sweat obscured the unpleasant smell of fermented alcohol like vomit. It wasn't even until a few breaths later that he got used to muttering and opening his mouth to the confused bartender. "They've spent the night drinking here again?"

Of course, the bartender did not dare to answer this question lightly, so the civilian used his fastest and most skillful skill to make a glass of wine for the officer. The clear pine nut wine was mixed with several other different liquors, and with a dazzling and beautiful color, it was taken in the hands of the officers. "Remember to tell them to go back to the barracks when they wake up. ”

"Wait a minute. Master officer. Just as the officer was about to leave with a sip of his drink, the bartender finally stood up, shook his numb legs, and then stopped him by shouting anxiously. "I know there's a fight at Ambergris. A couple of drinkers told me everything clearly last night, and made sure there were more than two dozen people in attendance. "The well-wishers who wanted to report the news had already returned to their quarters after drinking, so the bartender didn't care to say it first and receive a few bounties.

"These drunken fellows don't know, do they, take us there!" the officer immediately became agitated. His face flushed as if he saw bags of coins beckoning, and he yelled as he wiped his beardless mouth after swallowing all the liquor in one gulp. The garrison relied mainly on punishing brawlers to extort money, and in most cases even the nobles who broke the decree handed over part of their wealth.

The only thing left in the 'Ambergris' tavern, which had not been closed all night, was heavy wheezing and the slight impact of the water droplets coming from the water leak. The Lancers and Quaids sat by the gate in two groups, swallowing food and ale to keep them energized throughout the night. The drinkers were able to slip away before the battle, but the lady with the surname Gan, the maid, and the cook had to stay here. A few Quaidians forced them with swords to bring them wine and food, and even if the centurion hadn't stopped them, the handmaidens would have been brought into the room by the barbarians—though some of the half-naked women did wish.

When the light outside the door grew brighter and brighter, the maids brought buckets for both sides at their request. The nobles and the sons of the merchants who followed him needed to clean their cheeks and keep their spirits alive with clean linen and water, but the rudeness of the Quaid made them look at them with disdain. At first, the barbarians only splashed water on their faces and beards, but when Riga comfortably stuffed his head into the bucket, the other barbarians immediately did so.

"Swear by Shirag's name, this cool water reminds me of the border. The river that divides our realm from Moulton. Wet golden braids flicked the back of his head like a nimble ponytail, and the hunter let streams of water run down his hair and beard. Quickly wetting the chest and back of the red coat, leaving patches of blood-red spots on it.

"Actually, I miss the smell of the Harussa girls even more. Several barbarian warriors immediately burst into laughter. In the lands of the Chelster Alliance, these barbarians have found an opportunity to enjoy the prettiest of the girls there. Riga also noticed some of the maid's teasing in the laughter, and as he grew older, the hunter found that women were becoming more and more attractive to him, and even now he felt the urge to press the naked maid down on the table.

"Riga, someone's coming. Eventually, the anxious lingua franca that came out of the centurion's mouth doused the rude beast's **. A group of soldiers in red coats were approaching, and the barbarians or lancers had seen them through the cracks in the wooden windows.

"It's the garrison. The militia responsible for policing. The centurion explained succinctly to his companion. "They weren't good at fighting, but the decree gave these soldiers power. ”

"What power?" asked Riga nonchalantly. "Can decide our life and death?"

"Nope. That belonged to His Excellency the Governor of Lutones. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva into his dry throat, the centurion said oddly. "These soldiers are capable of catching all criminals who are not nobles. ”

In a whispered discussion between the two groups, the garrison approached the tavern house. The vines that clinged to the wooden walls remained the same, but the drunkards who had fled last night had left the oak floor with an ugly mud patch like mildew, making it look like a regular tavern. The officer looked at the open door of the black hole, and finally decided to let one of the soldiers go over to see it first, but at this time, the landlady surnamed Gan and her maids were released. On this night, the two centurions did not go to their lovers again, as this could upset the fragile balance negotiated between the two parties.

"I'm going to get out of here, out of this bloody and filthy place. The proprietress in the long red dress cursed in a low voice and walked away quickly, not even bothering about the spring light peeking out of the silver fur shoulders. She didn't care about getting the silk skirt covered in mud, but she just wanted her legs to walk faster. "There were two groups of soldiers and a couple of cooks. And I haven't forgotten the unlucky guy who got his head cut off. ”

"Looks like this tavern can't go any further. Staring at the proprietress with pity and greed, the garrison officer spread his hands helplessly. "Ask the priests to cast out the spirits of the dead and pay a new bond and taxes. That's a lot of money, and Your Excellency is now trying to get a bronze coin for the Grand Duke. ”

A dozen soldiers of the garrison soon spotted horses belonging to the lancers and Quaids in the surroundings. But the officers still couldn't deal with it, after all, some of these belonged to the Northern Legion, and the other part also had the mark of belonging to Harusa.

"I am an officer of the Fifth Garrison Team of Karasen, and you have violated the decrees of Your Excellency. Therefore, in the name of the Lord Archon, I command you to come out and lay down your arms. The soldier who was sent out to stand trembling in the clearing was quickly knocked down in the muddy wetland. A Quaid and ordinary lancer rushed out and beat the poor man. "Go find someone with more status. Under the watchful eye of the Quaid warrior, the lancer opened his mouth and roared. "In the tavern are the first heir of Viscount Licona and more than a dozen Quaid mercenaries, all of whom want this matter to be dealt with by the Archon. (To be continued.) )