"Man, give me a room, I've got to stay here for a day."

"Yes sir, one Oren, and we'll get a supper and a breakfast."

“...... Oren? You're going to pay the bill with Oren for one night?! ”

At the counter of the Silver Heron Tavern, a man in a hooded cape seemed to be choked, and then tilted his head to the bartender to make sure he had heard correctly.

The bartender with a towel on his shoulder seemed to have seen a lot.

There was not the slightest ripple in the tone.

"Sir, this is the Silver Heron Tavern. The whole Goth Willen counts us best, and there are even mages who stay here on weekdays. You know, no mage would have shredded coins in their wallets, only Oron in their hands. ”

The bartender couldn't see the top half of the guest's face, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth was noticeable.

"Oh~" A meaningful dragging voice sounded in Lan En's mind, "Reception Master, that sir, this asking price is really normal!" Why don't we change it? ”

Mentos has been unhappy with the profession of witcher for a long time, and when he has nothing to do, he is angry with the mage who is also a transcendent system.

To be honest, Lan En also wants to be a master, otherwise the auxiliary functions of the law seal would not have been developed so smoothly.

Who doesn't want to face thousands of enemy troops, flick their fingers with fire rain meteors, and not even get a single mud spot on their clothes after clearing the field?

It's normal for a melee class to roll in the mud.

...... But it's not that it can't be done!

When Lane pressed the golden Oren on the counter, the bartender saw that his knuckles were turning white from too much force.

"Hey, look at you, we're distressed, then we can change it."

Mentos is still yin and yang.

Rann gritted his teeth.

I would also like to change, but ...... Are you the kind of fierce person who washes my hair in the barbershop and turns around when he hears that the price is not satisfied?!

Damn it! My damn self-esteem!

"Mentos, shut up!"

"Then you promise not to sing again on the road!!"

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Lan quickly snatched his dinner plate from the bartender and walked to the table in the tavern hall without saying a word.

It's like nothing happened.

It's just yin and yang, you can stand it!

......

The dinner at the Silver Heron Tavern was indeed worthy of his reputation in Goth Willen.

A glass of beer, fresh pan-fried sea fish, served with seasoned mashed potatoes, oysters and mushroom cream bisque, the main dish is a large loaf of bread.

The city is the center of trade and distribution for the whole of Willen, as well as the largest consumer market.

It's a natural blend of Willen's produce and recipes.

It's the best Lan En has eaten since he came to this world.

I finally got a taste of the local food culture.

And he chewed slowly, and with his ears propped up to take in the conversation in the tavern.

It's all written like this in the novel, isn't the tavern well-informed?

But what Lan En didn't expect was that what was originally just a joke was really rewarding.

At the table behind Ran, two well-dressed merchants sat across from each other, one holding a glass of wine.

One voice was slightly shrivelled, while the other sounded like phlegm coming out of his throat.

It looked like they were playing cards, as Ryan heard a lot of pieces of cardboard on the table.

Shrill voice: "Aha! As soon as my rainy card comes out, your pile of siege equipment will lie directly on the nest, and there will be a total of seven points left! ”

Phlegm voice: "Okay, okay, who knew you would put so many weather cards in your hand?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of coins sliding on the solid wood table was heard.

Lan En, who was eating, suddenly took a hard bite of the bread.

Damn, two big businessmen, a game of card gambling is thirty Oren?!

The voice of Xiao Qian Qian simply penetrated into Lan En's bone marrow!

But the next moment, the two businessmen took advantage of the small talk during the shuffle to make the young man regain his spirits from the frustration of the gap between the rich and the poor.

A shrill voice: "How's your vegetable business?" Eritusa is closed, I remember supplying them every day, it's the big boss of your business. ”

Phlegm voice: "Yes, yes, those sorceresses can eat precious exotic fruits as snacks, and don't they make money from them?" But to be honest, the impact of the closure of the Eritusa Academy on my business is not so terrible, and I am not still here to play cards with you? ”

The shrill-voiced merchant smiled and didn't speak.

"Don't believe it, don't those sorceresses have to eat and even if they close the academy? I still send my fruits and vegetables in, but I can't just shout prices according to market fluctuations every day like before. ”

The phlegm-making merchant took a sip of wine to moisten his throat and continued.

"But it's not without benefits, the price of vegetables and fruits fluctuates greatly, and now I can't sell expensive things on the market, but I can sell cheap things as expensive as before. Generally...... Let's smooth out the fluctuations. ”

"Then you know...... "The tone of the shrill voice was a little tentative, "that is、Is it why Eretusa closed the academy?" ”

Hearing this, Lan's arm seemed to have inadvertently knocked over his beer glass.

Huang Chengcheng's beer flowed all over the table.

He naturally whispered a curse, and then sat down at the table behind him with his plate.

The two merchants glanced at him alarmingly, but seeing that the seats were not close to each other, they should not hear anything, so they did not say anything.

It's just that the voices of the two are even lower.

"I heard that there was a loss of people in the academy."

"Lose someone?" The shrill voice was slightly surprised, "Is this worth locking down the academy?" There are a lot of mages in their academy who have abolished themselves because of magic accidents, right? ”

"This time it's different!" The sputum-making merchant dealt his cards and lowered his voice even lower, but this measure was of little use to Lane.

"You know what kind of person you are, the current headmaster of Eritusa. She cared about her students, so she went out to find someone herself, but this search didn't even hear from the principal! The academy suspected that someone was targeting the academy, so the academy was closed. ”

"The headmaster is gone?!" The astonishment of the shrill voice overflowed into words, and he even had to raise his wine glass, pretending to drink to block his wide open mouth.

"The Lady Margarita? That's one of the most powerful warlocks in the world! ”

"Who's to say it isn't? Otherwise, Erethusa could have made such a big move? ”

The phlegm merchant also took a sip.

This is where the conversation ends.

Perhaps it was because of Lanen's change of tables that the two merchants really focused on the table next.

All that's left is small talk.

Lan En wasn't unhappy that he could only hear this.

This matter really has little to do with him, it's just that the young man wants to collect more information out of a long-standing sense of crisis in his heart.

A businessman who relies on the academy to eat is drinking and playing cards at this time, he has nothing to do with this academy, what do you care?

But after a conversation, it was not without gain.

Lan En knew that there was a new batch of wine at the Silver Heron Tavern, which was produced in the Soden area, called Soden Mountain Triple Mead.

I heard that honey was added three times during the fermentation process before leaving the cellar.

It doesn't matter if it's real honey or not, or it's full of sugar. Anyway, Lan En took out an Oren without blinking this time.

I filled both of my hydration bags and had an extra glass to take to the upstairs guest room.