"Well, the Demon Eye has something to do with women, and the tavern is to the east. Both messages are useful, let's go!" Diarlando watched helplessly as the man ran away in panic, turned his horse's head, and set off in the direction of the sea.

The three horses passed quickly through the mining area, the smell of charcoal fire in the wind, and the red light of the refining furnace could be seen on both sides of the road. Although it was eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there were still many workers busy in the mine, as if they were in a hurry.

When we got close to the sea, the smell of the damp and salty sea water overshadowed the smell of the mining area. The sea breeze tugged at the clothes on the three of them, bringing coolness that they did not have during the day, and there were faint noises in the wind.

"Haha, wine, beauty, legend, we are coming~" Diarlandor saw from afar the largest and most conspicuous building in this complex of buildings close to the coastal wall-the Red Snail Tavern.

The stone two-story house, with a huge wind lamp hanging at the door, about a man high, illuminated a large area in front of the house.

A huge signboard was embedded in the wall, and the signboard had several large characters written in bold font. The walls are painted white with lime and decorated with red conchs, which is probably where the name of the Red Conch Tavern comes from.

Although there are high walls to block the sea breeze, the exterior of the building still leaves a mottled imprint, and in some places the lime and shells have fallen off, which also makes the tavern even more flavorful at night.

When the horse is tethered, you can clearly hear the lively voices of the people in the tavern, but the language has a thick accent, and it doesn't seem to be a local. And to be exact, they are not laughing and having fun, but arguing.

As Dearlando pushed open the tavern's hidden door, a metal glass with half a can of beer slammed against the wall next to the door, making a heavy thud, and then bounced off the ground with a loud second thud.

As if this was a sign of the beginning of something, the battle broke out in full force at this moment. The tavern was originally divided into three sections, but the weather-beaten sailors who occupied the middle area were fighting with another wave of sailors in neater uniforms who occupied the innermost area.

Achille put his head under Dearlandor's arm that pushed open the door, took a look at the chaos inside, and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so lively, boss!"

Fayle read a wind shield to block a swirling metal tray that flew over, and then asked impatiently, "Are we still drinking, what are you doing at the door!"

Dearlando took a deep breath of the cloudy air filled with alcohol and the smell of sweat and blood, and said happily, "I miss this feeling so much!" and strode into the tavern.

The counter of the tavern was directly opposite the main door, and the owner was calmly wiping his wine glass with a rag. It seemed that he had long been accustomed to the regular riots in the hotel. Just look at the tavern utensils, almost all of them are metal, including stools and tables. Even if it is smashed and deformed, it can be restored to its original state by knocking it with a hammer.

In the short distance from the door to the bar, the three of them carefully avoided the owners of all kinds of daggers, hammers, plates, and even dentures and dentures.

Diarrando walked to the counter and took out the money bag, threw a silver coin on the table, and then nodded to the boss and said, "Bring us some of the strongest wine, as well as your best food, the more the merrier~" After speaking, he also turned the money bag that was scraped from Martin's body, making the coins inside clang.

"The strongest?" the boss, who looked to be about fifty years old, quietly put away the silver coin, then bent down to open the cabinet from under the counter, rummaged through it for a while, and took out a tall glass bottle with ashes. The dark green bottle was imprinted with a seven-leaf lily with a golden seal, and the inside was full of dark liquid.

"Morning dew in the Duchy of Hovland?!" Dearlando shouted softly, he never expected to encounter such a fine wine in such a tavern.

"Ten silver coins. The boss's originally straight face finally showed a smile when he met the connoisseur, and then quoted the price.

"Worth it!" said Dearlando, who immediately took out another ten silver coins and threw them on the table, then carried the bottle, which was about two feet high, to the area that had not yet been affected by the war.

Although Morning Dew was worth five silver coins in Augustus's tavern, it was worth the price of doubling the price, considering the rarity of encounters here.

A stout man was suddenly thrown from the tavern's war zone, right in front of Dearlandor's feet. Although the man had rough skin and thick flesh, he was hit hard, but he shook his head, turned over and sat up, saw the wine bottle in front of him, and reached out to grab it and smash people.

Diarlando raised his eyebrows, swapped his hand, and was about to continue walking, but the guy simply grabbed him by the calf in anger and tried to throw him on his head. At this point, Dearrando unceremoniously raised his foot and kicked him out.

The tumbling ball smashed down a row of tables and chairs, and then smashed into the crowd of people who were fighting.

The two groups of people who were fighting in the dark saw that there was a third wave of people on the scene, and whether it was the other party's reinforcements or not, immediately turned some of the firepower around. First, two metal chairs smashed over the heads of the crowd in the direction of Deerlando's group.

"Alas...... I was going to drink first and then fight!jihua can't keep up with the change. Achille took it and hid aside, and you will pay me ten silver coins for the wine. ”

Dearlando threw the bottle to Achille with his backhand, then snapped his knuckles, jumped up and grabbed the two flying chairs and rushed towards the crowd.

Fayle shook his head disdainfully, dragging Achille, who wanted to get a closer look, towards a corner of the tavern away from the chaos.

"Master, don't we have to help the boss?" Achille was unwilling to be dragged away from the battlefield by Fayel, and couldn't help but ask.

"He's just going to move his muscles, we're going to drink first, and if we can't beat it, we're helping. Fayle thought to himself, this man who has made it clear that he is going to have fun, where is our turn to make a move.

Fayer sat down in a corner with a clear view, reached out and took the bottle, gently cut the seal with a bone knife, and then skillfully pulled out the cork.

A stout woman in her thirties walked out of the side door behind the boss with a large plate. There was a lot of bread on the plate, a large pot of fish stew with mixed vegetables, a large plate of sausages and cheese, and three glass wine glasses.

The plate was placed heavily on Fayle's table, and the waitress said in a dry voice: "The cup is thirty copper coins each, and if it is broken, it will be compensated according to the price." And then he turned around and walked away.

Achille hadn't eaten much for dinner, but he was a little hungry after running a few laps at the moment, so he immediately took some food and nibbled on it, and then while looking at the back of the waitress, he complained: "What about haode beauties? ”

Fayle also sensed that the atmosphere in the tavern was abnormal at the moment, even if he hadn't been to many taverns, he could feel that something was wrong. However, he didn't want to bother with it, and the sky was falling at the moment of fine wine, which didn't stop him from tasting it.

The color of the morning dew, as its name suggests, is the color of the sky at dawn and is poured into a colourless glass glass, which has a beautiful gradient from pale blue to deep purplish red depending on the depth of the wine.

The refreshing fruity aroma permeated everywhere, Fayer picked up the glass, took a shallow sip, and felt the mellow wine flow down his throat, and the complex mineral aftertaste of the fruity aroma floated faintly.

Fayer was a little disappointed, it was a good wine, but not strong enough...... Just as he thought so, a cloud of hot air suddenly rose from his stomach, like a spurting morning sun, and the heat instantly swept through his body, making Fayle involuntarily sigh out.

"Hmm...... Good wine!"

"Ah, that's cool!" said Deirlando's happy voice from the other half of the tavern. The tables and chairs, which were originally messy, are now even more messy. The only difference is that the two groups of people who were originally scuffling together have been neatly divided into two piles by Diarlando.

It turned out that after Dierlando entered the battle just now, the main strategy was to pull the frame. Whenever anyone comes close and wants to hit him, give him a punch or an elbow, knock him half-stunned, and throw him out of the battle circle with a throw or a kick.

The tattered uniform is thrown to the left, and the new uniform is thrown to the right. In order to prevent them from quickly getting up again and going into battle. Dearlando deliberately smashed the people behind him on the person who threw them out first, leaving them on top of each other. In addition, these guys had drunk a lot, and they were dizzy, and they were really piled together for a while and couldn't move, only the gods of moaning and scolding were endless.

"Smack...... Syllable...... A few lonely applause rang out on the second floor, and Deirlando looked up to see a charming woman in a red dress clapping against the railing on the second floor.

"Hi ~ beauty, who are you?" Diarlando flashed his trademark smile and waved to greet the beauty.

"I'm the proprietress here, Helen the Red Conch. The proprietress smiled and went down lightly from the second floor.

I went to Ginkgo today, and then I was stuck in traffic, I went home late, I updated late, I was wrong! I must be on time tomorrow, everyone remember to give me a recommendation ticket~ Love you ****