"Goo~Ha!"

Sitting in the tavern, Rann smiled calmly as Thaler, who was sitting with him at the bar, poured down a glass of cold Rivia cherry beer.

He turned to look at the innkeeper who had deposited his things a few times.

Now this boss's outfit is much richer than the previous dress with old oil stains and sweat stains all over his body.

He wore a clean puff-sleeved tight top and even outfitted himself with a black silk vest and bow tie.

Although the action of the service is still lame, it is worthy of the positioning of the Murachu Tavern. But the wine in the wine cabinet behind him is completely comparable to the tavern in the city of Virgin in the distance.

For example, if this glass of Livia cherry beer is still cold in early summer, if it is placed in a glass, the outside of the glass should be frosted.

Without a mage to cool down with spells, this condition is not very easy to achieve.

"Looks like you've got a lot of new stuff here?"

Lan En asked with a smile at the boss.

The innkeeper, on the other hand, said excitedly with even more eagerness than before.

"Thank you! If you hadn't chased away the Nilfgaard Blackskin, who would be in the mood for a good drink? All the money has to be saved to deal with the trouble. ”

"No words, I'll invite you to drink whatever you want today!"

"Anything new? Strong. ”

"Ruitanian herbal wine, with a unique bitter taste of herbs and trees, is a serious high-grade wine, and can be used in alchemy."

Lan En nodded indifferently: "Then have a drink, with beer."

"Serve it in a beer mug!" Before Lan En could finish speaking, the boss quickly began to move. "I know, we're acquaintances, my lord."

After the wine glass was delivered, the boss did not stay here to say a few more words, but consciously walked to the other end of the bar.

"I'm a little skeptical about whether you're doing intelligence now."

Lan En took a sip of the Retania herbal wine in the glass in his hand, this thing did have a bitter taste of herbs, Lan En couldn't quite appreciate it, he still liked to drink it with a little sweetness.

"If this tavern is only opened in the village, it won't recoup its cost, and it won't."

The witcher held up the king-size cup in his hand and tapped his finger at the king-size stool under his buttocks.

"Furniture with this special specification."

Lan raised an eyebrow at Thaler, "It's a little too abnormal. ”

"But that's the biggest decision I can make with those bitches of idiots, maes."

Thaler pursed his lips and took a slice of cheese from the side dish plate in front of him and put it in his mouth.

This matter has to start with the end of the battle of Mount Soden.

After Lane demonstrated the power to single-handedly decide the entire situation of the war, the first headache was the bureaucracy of each country.

Bureaucracy is basically synonymous with conservatism, stability, and resistance to change. They had never encountered such a situation.

Although Arzu and Pure White Lafad were also invincible, they were still under the framework of the Wizarding Society after all.

How to treat them, the bureaucrats just have to follow the specifications and rules of the Wizarding Society.

But a witcher?

When did the bureaucracy pay attention to such a marginalized and sparse group?

If this were an army, the bureaucrats would be able to come up with a countermeasure.

But this is a person.

A man who could single-handedly defeat the great army of Nilfgaard on the battlefield.

At that time, the number of people who participated in the war was about 110,000.

And those who were directly killed by Lan En and his knights, to say the least, had to run for 10,000.

One of them, Adar Epp Darcy, the famous Duke of Nilfgaard, as a very conspicuous footnote, he and his mixed division remained in the first row of the record.

The bureaucracy of the kingdom did not know how to contact him, how to turn this never-before-seen force into its political power, bargaining chips, and friends.

So what I like to see is that after the parliament and the meeting were opened one after another, and the parliamentarians tore their arms and scolded for a long time, they finally came up with a countermeasure.

As always, this countermeasure does not look normal.

After all, this kind of thing is generally the product of various forces fighting each other, finally finding their own bottom line, and then compromising with each other.

Therefore, it is very different from the 'common sense' in the eyes of ordinary people.

"So what can I do, Master?"

Thaler pouted and spread his hands.

"The stupid council has made a request to me, and the king has also made a request to me, although we have our own set of actions for intelligence, but we have to take care of the orders from above, no problem."

"I'm fucking peeing just by hearing your achievements on the battlefield, and it's only the fool who touches your moldy head and gives you a yin. My brain hasn't been caught in the way! ”

That's why there is such a split in this village.

On the one hand, the intelligence officers are blending in with the villagers and hiding in the shadows as required. But on the other hand, Thaler used financial means to inject money into this village tavern, making it look over-specified.

It's really a very real situation in the workplace: after fighting each other above, they compromised with strange orders. In order to complete the task, the following have to use a more strange way to balance the above rules and the achievement of the goal.

"It sounds like you're used to this kind of troublesome situation."

Lann drank the glass of wine he didn't like for a while, and said casually to Taler.

The intelligence chief, on the other hand, nodded, his tone equally casual.

"No, work, isn't it all like this? And the intelligence itself is special, and it has to be extra strictly restricted, so I can still do it if I'm not used to it? I was stabbed in the kidneys and thrown into a pit. ”

"Tsk." Lann slammed his mouth and glanced down at Thaler. "Can't you speak without swearing?"

"No problem, it's been like this since you were a child, you can't stand me anymore."

"Well, the fucking dwarves don't have any bad mouths."

Thaler spewed an expletive.

But Lan En can't help it, he can't cut people because of people's habitual mouth habits, right?

"Anyway, my contact strategy for you is above board."

Thaler took another sip as he spoke.

"Those councillors who don't have troll spirits in their heads have just read too much of the small talk book, and they are all looking at the big butt and big breasts model paintings inside. Heh, hey, tw. ”

At the end, Thaler purred and tilted his head to spit on the floor.

"If you come to the 'above board' set, I don't dislike it. But at the end of the day. What exactly are you trying to gather? ”

Lan waited for him to finish grumbling before finally holding his glass and glancing at Thaler out of the corner of his eye.

(End of chapter)