It is a wooden three-story building.

The sign of the 'Guns and Ronzi' tavern depicts one-eyed pirates, wine bottles, and arquebuses. The art style looks a little cute, but the scene inside the tavern isn't so cute.

As soon as Grandin pushed open the door to the tavern, the noisy atmosphere almost threw him out of the room.

More than a dozen tables and chairs lined up on either side, and the very central part of the tavern was surrounded by a crowd that appeared to be a boxing ring. There was the sound of fists and flesh colliding inside. Onlookers waved banknotes and cheered on those fighting in the circle. Those frenzied cheers and howls made the atmosphere more and more high.

"Damn, use some force! Left, left! Hunter, you piece of shit! ”

"Phew! Shut up, you old one-eyed, you have the ability to come down and fight by yourself! ”

"Wait for me, little cub!"

A drinker in the crowd who was watching the battle scolded and threw the bottle in his hand to the ground, then pulled his shirt and jumped into the battle group naked.

"Lao Tzu is here!"

The two-man gladiatorial fight in the arena immediately turned into a three-way scuffle.

"Aha! If you press the old one-eyed, one loses two! Hunter pays 2.5 to 1! 'Overlord' pays 1.05 per day! ”

"Punch him in the face!"

"Call me!"

If you don't agree with each other, you will go straight to the game, which is really tough.

Grandin bypassed the crowd in the center to avoid being implicated himself. He tries to find the person Lorota arranged to pick him up among the drinkers around him.

Business in the tavern is booming, and the tables are already full of customers. These people generally have rough and dark skin, some wear short shirts, and some are simply shirtless.

They all had scimitars or pistols stuck in their loincloths.

These are armed sailors, or pirates...... It depends on which flag they have on board.

Grandin, who had roughly judged their identities, couldn't find someone to pick them up in the group, so he had to walk to the bar further down.

It was quiet compared to the outside.

The bar is empty in the center, and a few drinkers sit here and there on either side.

The muscular man sitting behind the bar, looking to be in his sixties, must have been the owner of the tavern. He smoked a cigar and stomped there reading the newspaper.

Grandin put his luggage on the back of his feet and sat down across from the boss.

The tavernkeeper, who heard the movement, raised his eyes and glanced at it:

"Outlander? Welcome to the city of Enmat. ”

"Whew-"

Cigar smoke is faint.

He folded the newspaper and set it aside, and the cigar rested on the ashtray.

"Enmat beer? En Mat Langzi? ”

"No, I don't." Grandin took off his silk floppy hat and placed it on the table, "I want to ask ......"

"Oh, old Fury's tavern doesn't have any sissy stuff like champagne or red wine! Drink or! ”

The tavernkeeper roared, his curly black hair swelling up, making him look like a black lion.

"A glass of Enmat, thank you."

Unwilling to argue pointlessly, Grandin spoke.

"Yes, young people have to learn to adapt."

Old Fury stood up and strode to the side of the huge beer keg.

As the boss went to get a beer, Grandin's eyes looked at the wall behind the bar. There is a row of wine barrels wrapped in silk, which is very exquisite. Hanging underneath is a double-barreled shotgun of astonishing size.

"Phew!"

The wooden beer glass slammed in front of Grandin, a glass that was so large that it could even be called a keg.

"2pence."

After the boss finished speaking, he stared at him.

Am I going to be able to pay my bills? But the price is quite cheap, and in Beckland these wines cost at least 4 pence.

Grandin laughed and pulled out the money to pay the bill, and when he looked up, he found that the boss was still staring at him.

Is this going to make me drink?

He quickly guessed what the tavern owner meant.

Although it is his habit to work without drinking, he has no task now, and there is nothing wrong with drinking a glass, and his drinking has long been exercised in the army.

"To the city of Enmat!"

Grandin raised his glass at Old Frey and drank most of his beer in one gulp.

Enmat beer has a refreshing wheat aroma.

"Good, good. No matter what you're here for, you can't drink alcohol. Old Fury's attitude softened, and he took another glass of beer and brought it to Grandin, "I'll ask for it." ”

"One last word of advice, in Enmat, it's useless to back down. How dare do you have now? ”

"What do you mean?" Grandin asked, finishing the rest of the beer in his cup.

Old Fury nodded in satisfaction, and took another bottle of amber Ronzi from the wine rack beside him.

He poured half a glass into Grandin's empty wine glass. The rich aroma of Rangzi's wine instantly spread, "If you have eight points of guts, you have to pretend to be twelve." If you only have three points, then I suggest you drink this lanzi now. ”

"You're going to have to use your guts right away." Old Fury snorted behind Grandin and motioned for him to look back.

I don't know when it began, but it has been quiet in the tavern.

Out of the corner of his eye, Grandin looked to the left and right, and the drinkers on either side of him were looking at him with awe and schadenfreude.

"Smack!"

A rough, furry bear-like hand grabbed his shoulder, and a vicious voice came from behind him:

"Boy, this is the position of the 'Overlord', you sit here......"

A hideous head poked out from behind Grantin, and the bald head with a scar on his face grinned:

"Are you ready to bear my wrath? Well! ”

The strong man, who looked to be more than two meters tall, pushed Grandin and said maliciously, "Come to the boxing ring, don't want to run, I'll be staring at you." ”

The surrounding drinkers began to heckle:

"Boy! The position of the bar is fixed, and if you want to get a seat, you have to defeat the previous person! ”

"Come on, Overlord! Let him see your fists! ”

"Let this little white face kiss your ass!"

In the frenzy of almost lifting the canopy, Grandin sighed, put down his glass, and stood up with his neck moving:

"So this position is the 'overlord'?"

"That's right, boy. You're out of luck. Old Fury poured himself another glass of lanzi.

"Please carve a wooden plaque here, my name is Grandin...... This will be my place from now on. ”

Grandin tapped his index finger on the seat he was sitting in, then turned and walked towards the ring.

His elegant tuxedo looked a little out of place in a group of big men with open clothes.

The crowd made way for the challenger, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Boy! If you want to fit in, you'll have to learn how to use your fists! Good luck at the end! ”

Old Fury gave Grandin a distant toast.

"Haha, old Fury, in less than three seconds, this sissy will have to lie down!"

Hunter, who had been beaten to the point that he didn't have a good piece of skin, and the old one-eyed man snorted and stood by the boxing ring with their shoulders hooked.

They started placing bets.

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