"Hey...... Distinguished guests, you have worked hard all the way, hurry up and sit inside, the small shop has high-quality ale wine and delicious food, I think you will be satisfied. ”

The tavernkeeper had a flattering smile on his face, hunched over and smiling as he led the person to a fairly clean table.

The middle-aged man at the head walked to the table without saying a word behind his back, and he glanced at the table and chair and frowned slightly.

The tavern owner, who was still good at reading his face, immediately understood what was going on.

He smiled awkwardly, hurriedly pulled out a fairly clean rag from his waist, and quickly wiped the table and chairs before stepping aside and respectfully said to a few people: "Please, please...... Hey hey ......"

The middle-aged man shook off his robe and sat down, and the two knights who followed stood behind him, one left and one right.

Seeing the distinguished guest sit down, the tavern owner moved a small step, leaned forward, and introduced with a smirk on his face: "Your ...... You see what you need to eat and drink, the shop has delicious ......"

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently, and one of the knights stepped forward and whispered to the tavernkeeper, "Get some of your best wine and best food here." ”

"Okay...... You're satisfied!"

The tavernkeeper replied in a flattering tone, deliberately lengthened.

If only this big man could be like that magician.

Although he looked at the knight expectantly, the knight did not understand what he meant.

So the tavern owner walked away in a daze, and when he reached the kitchen door, he kicked the young man who was leaning against the door and was still confused.

"Boss, why are you kicking me? I didn't mess with you. ”

The young man was kicked by the tavernkeeper, somewhat inexplicably.

When he looked at the boss's disappointed face, he silently followed the kitchen to prepare for food. ”

After arranging the food and drink, the knight bowed down and whispered a few words in the middle-aged man's ear.

The middle-aged man snorted, and the knight stood behind the middle-aged man like a stake.

The group of three stayed there quietly, which made the atmosphere in the quiet tavern a little dull.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

In less than a bucket of smoke, there was the sound of footsteps from upstairs.

An old magician walked down the wooden staircase with his hands behind his back.

When he saw the middle-aged man, he smiled slightly, walked straight over, and said as he walked: "Your Excellency Hilge, you rushed over immediately after receiving my news......?

The old magician is none other than Mithranda, who saved Lance and the others.

Descending the stairs behind him was still the high-level realm martial artist Aranda.

As she spoke, Mislanda had already come to the opposite side of Hilg and sat down unceremoniously.

Aranda stood silently behind Mithlanda with the hilt of her sword.

Aranda, dressed in a swordsman's outfit, formed an imposing opposition with the two burly knights standing opposite.

Sitting down, Mislanda reclined her staff on the edge of the table, shook her wide sleeves, reached out from her waist and took out his swarthy pipe, which never left her, lowered her head and stuffed some tobacco into it, lit it, and smoked it with a clatter.

The strong smell of tobacco was a little choking, and the middle-aged man opposite was obviously a little unwell.

He frowned and took out a clean white silk scarf from his arms, gently put it on his nose and said, "Your Excellency Mislanda, I came as promised, I hope you don't let me run for nothing." ”

"Haha...... There was indeed a necromancer in the Forest of Erin, and I deliberately let him go. ”

Mislanda took a few puffs of her cigarette after she finished speaking.

"Deliberately let him go, Lord Mithranda, do you know that the church and the necromancer are like fire and water, but you deliberately let him go, what is your intention?"

Hilge frowned slightly, a little angry.

Mislanda, who was smoking, didn't seem to understand what he was saying when she saw Hilger.

After spitting out all the smoke in his lungs with a smile, he leaned over to the table and whispered to Hilge, who also moved forward: "Yes, I just let it go on purpose, and I am not a member of the church, do I need to fight hard for you? I forgot to tell you that the two teams of Red Cross knights you sent in have been wiped out, if I remember correctly, this should be the responsibility of the first and fourth judges, right?"

"What do you mean......"

"You are a smart man, what is really going on in the forest of Irene, only me and my people know, I have sent someone to arrange everything before you came. ”

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard the tavern owner shouting from the back kitchen: "The wine and food are here......

Then the tavern owner and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old man each came out of the back kitchen with a large tray of food and drink.

Hilger's words were interrupted by the tavernkeeper, who shifted back in annoyance, and did not continue to speak.

The tavern keeper lifted the curtain and saw Mithlanda sitting at the table, stunned at first, then overjoyed.

I didn't expect this generous magician to know this newcomer.

Perhaps he behaved more enthusiastically, and it was not impossible for the magician to reward him with a dozen or twenty silver coins as soon as he was pleased.

Thinking of this, the tavernkeeper's enthusiasm is even greater.

He respectfully put the food and drink on the table, and while placing the food, he introduced it to several distinguished guests: "Two adults, this is the best ale wine in the small shop, and this is the best wine you can get in Cohima City, hehe...... And this is our most characteristic smoked pheasant here, which is a must-order dish for many guests, and this is baked potatoes, this is bean paste soup, and here's your favorite lentils......"

As he spoke, the tavernkeeper smirked, and placed the small bowl of improvised lentils in front of Mithranda.

He knew that the magician, despite his age, loved to eat such crunchy things.

A few people listened to the tavernkeeper go out of his way to introduce the usual food, and Mislanda just squinted and smiled.

Although these sparse and ordinary eating and drinking, for the two of you here, it is not worth mentioning at all.

But Mithlanda didn't care at all, he grabbed a small handful of crispy lentils, threw them in his mouth and chewed them, and looking at the way he enjoyed them, it seemed that the thing was really delicious.

Hilger, who was sitting across from him, looked at Mislanda with a visionary gaze, as if to say, "This kind of thing can be eaten?"

Mithranda didn't seem to notice Hilger's strange gaze, and he took a big sip of a cloudy ale.

Because he drank it too quickly, a lot of cloudy liquor left from the corners of his mouth, and he wet a large area of his gray beard.

"Tsk...... Yes, it's good wine!haha...... Pierre, why didn't you bring it to me before? haha......"

After drinking, Mislanda wiped the remaining ale from the corner of her mouth with the wide sleeves of her coat.