Holding the reins, he controlled the war horse under his crotch and walked forward slowly.

Qingyuan Town is built around the castle, but there is still a certain distance between the two sides to isolate it.

Stepping into the town, a street leading to nowhere.

At the same time, a sour smell came from all sides, and Goodern, who was unsuspected, was almost swept to the ground by the smell.

Here, he really felt the style from the Middle Ages in another world.

The muddy roads are mixed with human and animal feces, and the mixture of all kinds of sewage creates an indescribable smell on the streets.

Only then did Goodern understand why his predecessor loved to run to the big city so much, and in this environment, every time he went out was an ordeal.

With the road and environmental improvement plan in mind, Goodern slowed down his breathing and reduced the number of air exchanges with the outside world.

At the same time, he couldn't help but speed up the speed of the war horse and went straight to the destination.

The best place to visit to get to know the bottom of this world is the tavern.

Here you can show a condensed picture of the otherworldly society, and you can also know what their standard of living is.

The appearance of Goodern and his party quickly attracted the attention of the residents, who were a little surprised when they saw Goodern.

"Hey, isn't that your lord, didn't you say that he was seriously injured and dying? What's going on? ”

"Really, is the news that came out before fake?"

"It's unlikely, I saw the lord being brought back with blood with my own eyes a few days ago, and I can't live like that."

"Hey, you think it could be a sibling in his family? It's been so long since I've been here, and I haven't seen any of his family members come to visit him. ”

"It's really possible, maybe Young Master Gooden is dead, and the lord here will have to change ...... in the future."

It is rumored that all kinds of magical versions are suddenly developing rapidly, and the population of Qingyuan Town is so small, and it doesn't take long for various versions to spread in the town.

And the protagonist's Goodern has just arrived at the tavern, and it is noon, and there are not too many people in the tavern.

But seeing Goodern's arrival, both the waiter and the drinker were a little surprised.

Upon entering the tavern, Goodern took a tentative breath, the smell of ale and all sorts of mixed notes, though a little strange, was much better than on the street.

Resuming his normal rate of breathing, Goodern walked towards the bar.

Carol, who was munching on rice in the corner of the tavern, stiffened when she saw Goodern.

Didn't you say you hadn't woken up yet? Then tell me who this person is in front of me?

Thinking of his tough attitude in the castle just now, Carol was suddenly a little scared, could it be that the other party was really going to kill people?

In the flash of lightning, Carol hurriedly lowered her head and curled up to make herself less obvious.

"Damn, I wouldn't have come to dinner if I knew I wouldn't have come, so I just left......

At this moment, Carol was very remorseful in her heart, why did she come back for a meal before leaving, but she was blocked in the tavern by Gooden.

Unaware, Goodern didn't notice Carol in the corner, went to the bar, looked around, and didn't notice the existence of such a thing as a menu.

At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that this is a backward frontier area of the empire, and the number of people who can read here can be counted, and no one can understand such things as setting menus.

Seeing Goodern stunned, the waiter at the bar asked.

"My lord, what do you need?"

Coming back to his senses, Goodern thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm, you can simply report to me what you have, bring the price."

Hearing this, the waiter didn't think much about starting to give Goodwin his own menu.

"Five copper coins for medium ale wine, seven copper coins for large cups, and ten copper coins for super large cups......"

"Two copper coins for hard bread, five copper coins for vegetable soup and a bowl of ......"

Listening to the price menu quoted by the other party, Gooden silently calculated in his heart.

One gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is equal to one hundred copper coins.

Judging by the price of the bar, the purchasing power of a silver coin is still very strong.

If you only need to fill your stomach, I am afraid that you will not need even 10 copper coins a day.

The owner of the bar learned of the arrival of Master Gooden, and hurriedly stepped forward to serve him personally.

"Lord Lord, do you need something to drink?"

The bar owner said and pulled the waiter's clothes and motioned for the other party to go down.

What I wanted to know was pretty much the same, so I simply ordered four glasses of ale to taste the flavor of the otherworld.

"Four drinks of McBar."

"Okay, four glasses of ale," the bar owner repeated aloud, quietly giving the waiter a look.

The waiter who got the hint also understood what the boss meant, and went directly to the back and made four glasses of puree ale without anything mixed with it.

The aroma of pure malt emanated from the glass, and some of the old drunkards in the bar couldn't help but be shocked when they smelled it.

Looking at these four cups of puree ale, the drinkers in the store couldn't help but say something.

"Old Mike, why didn't you add water to the ale this time?"

Old Mike's eyes widened and he said, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air like this......"

"What innocence? I saw you secretly add water to the barrel the day before yesterday. ”

Old Mike blushed, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he argued, "What's wrong with adding water, isn't adding water to wine wine?" ”

One after another, there were difficult words such as "making the taste better" and "saving costs", which caused everyone in the tavern to laugh, and the air inside and outside the restaurant was full of joy.

To the sound of laughter, Goodern tasted the best ale.

The slightly cold ale, the astringency in the mouth and the idea of malt opening wantonly in the mouth.

After a little reflection, Goodern gave a pretty good evaluation.

But compared to modern alcohol, that's still far from it.

A glass of ale is about 400 milliliters, and three or two sips of Gooden can be eaten directly.

Although it has the word "wine", the alcohol content in it is not high, and if you want to get him drunk, you need at least a few dozen more glasses.

And he just came to experience and investigate, and after drinking, he asked Joseph Sr. to check out and prepare to go to the next place to investigate.

If the tavern is a reflection of the town's economy, the blacksmith's shop is a reflection of the current level of industry.

Seeing Goodern leave the tavern, Carol, who was in the corner, hurriedly got up and fled, not even bothering to take the rest of the food and ale from the table.

He didn't want to stay in Qingyuan Town for another second now.

On the way to the blacksmith's shop, Joseph Sr. suddenly spoke.

"Young master, the messenger of the Charleson family was also there just now."

"yes, I know." Goodern nodded slightly.

Although the two had never met, Goodlord glanced at each other's faces through the small hole in the side hall.

There were only a few people in the tavern at that time, even if the other party was huddled in the corner.

"Then the news that you woke up and didn't meet him, I'm afraid it ......"

"It's okay, the other party didn't dare to greet me, which also shows that they are weak-minded, and it is possible that they did not say that I was attacked."

Goodern said slowly in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.