Chapter 2995: Tavernkeeper

The friendship between alcoholics is simple and pure.
Of course, this is not to say that every alcoholic is straight-headed and stupid, but after drinking, a person's temperament will become outrageous, and some things that are not dared to say in daily life will dare to say after drinking. , I dare to do some things that I don't dare to do on weekdays.
In other words, the courage is fat.
The above is limited to real alcoholics, not fake alcoholics.
It is precisely because of this that there is nothing to talk about between the real drinkers.
The man next to me is obviously a real alcoholic.
After killing a dozen pots of wine with me in succession, and running eight times to the toilet, the man was completely drunk and turned on the open mouth mode.
So I took the opportunity to ask him for information about Xilan, but this person obviously didn't know Xilan, his head shook like a rattle, but he kept giving a thumbs up and praised: "That~ guy, Hiccup, it's a good ~ kind, hiccup, dare ~ dare to challenge the apostle, hiccup, it can be called a model of my generation!"
As soon as this remark came out, many people gathered to respond, half applauded, and half praised Xilan as a warrior.
At this time, the boss came out with a hip flask again and put it in front of me. I immediately stopped him and asked in a low voice: "Is the name Xilan not a forbidden word here?"
The boss shook his head: "This is a town that sells alcohol. If you are drunk, you will naturally talk a lot. Some of you will say what you should say, and some will say what you shouldn't. We have an unwritten rule here, that is No matter what you hear in the tavern, if you go out of this door, you have never heard it, otherwise, you will be included in the blacklist of the public enemy."
After a little meditation, I understood what the boss meant, that is, as long as you don't give the tavern, don't cause trouble to the town, you are still welcome here, but once you dare to make trouble here, don't blame the residents of this town for being ruthless!
With such a sentence, I was relieved, so I held a hip flask, toasted at the table, and at the same time inquired about Xilan.
The drinkers talked freely one by one, telling all the news they knew about Xilan, in exchange for one person and one pot of fine wine—I treat you.
I went to the toilet, and when I left the house, I saw the boss standing at the door with his arms around him. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
"I'm done, please, please" I bowed slightly, and I let out a way.
The boss looked at me up and down more than a dozen eyes, chuckled, and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm good drinker!"
I immediately understood what he meant, not to queue up to go to the toilet, but to chat with me alone.
Since the boss has this meaning, I can't refuse, so I smiled slightly and said, "You want to invite me to drink?"
"Will you be rewarded?"
"It's my honor."
Going to the second floor one after the other with the boss, walked through the hallway, came to the innermost room, and was about to enter the door. Suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly waited for a while, and then quickly stepped into the main hall, shouting to the chef who was cooking: " One catty of soy sauce beef, ten roasted pig's knuckles, pack it, and take it away in a while!"
After finishing speaking, he reached into his pocket, dropped his hand and threw two copper coins on the counter.
The cashier was looking for money, and I waved my hand: "The remaining money is a tip. By the way, put more ingredients and be delicious!"
Entering the room, the boss smiled and said, "You don't need to be so troublesome at all, you can tell me, I invite you."
I stroked my bangs, and said, "If I eat it, I will naturally tell you, but if my fiancée eats it, I am embarrassed to say it."
The boss laughed and did not say much, but clapped his hands. Not long after, a waiter came in and brought a pot of wine and two wine cups.
"Go to the door and guard, I won't call, don't come in."
"Yes."
The waiter respectfully polite, and then exits the room.
The boss was very polite and took the lead in filling the wine cup for me, and then he poured a cup for himself and said, "Please."
He picked up the wine cup and drank it all at once. The boss also toasted to a full drink. Then he poured a cup for me and said, "Good drink."
"It's just that the physique is a little special, but it's a pity that good wine is not drunk."
"It's indeed a pity," the boss said: "Some people are afraid of getting drunk, some people are eager to buy drunk, but these people are not short of drunk, but you are different, you are not drunk, so you will lose a lot of fun.
"Yes, but I can't do anything."
With a wry smile, I drank all the wine in my glass.
Putting down the wine glass, I looked at the boss and slowly said, "You didn't come to me to talk about life, right?"
"Of course not" the boss smiled: "When it comes to life, I like to talk to a woman and speak truth, then I will talk to a man."
"Dare to ask the boss, what are you going to tell me the truth?"
"Xi Lan."
"Oh?" I calmly said, "Do you know him?"
"There is no one who does not know him in the Devildom."
The boss toasted and drank, and then said: "As an outsider, planning to assassinate the apostle with his own power. Although the assassination failed, he was able to escape alive. This incident has been passed down as a legendary story."
I smacked my lips and asked suddenly: "I don't seem to have much respect for the apostle if you listen to what you are saying?"
"Oh?" The boss's pupils shrunk slightly, and then returned to normal. He glanced at me lightly and smiled: "My respect to the Apostle is very pious."
"Is that so" I said not indifferently: "Which apostle was in charge of this town in the first place?"
"He is dead."
"Dead?" I shook my head: "Why are you so sure that the apostle will die?"
"No matter how strong the apostle is, he cannot escape from birth, old age, sickness and death. This is a natural law."
My eyebrows were slightly raised, and I looked at him with a smile but a smile: "Are you sure?"
The boss thought for a while and nodded slightly.
"That's it."
"what?"
"In fact, you do not respect the apostles, and even consider them to exist like you."
"This is impossible."
"No, it's entirely possible." I looked serious and said lightly: "In other towns, I have inquired about the apostle more than once. I know very well that those who really respect the apostle mentioned the apostle's share. Fanaticism, that is fanaticism that comes from the heart, cannot be disguised, and cannot be replaced. This fanaticism has never appeared in your face."
The boss closed his mouth and lowered his head, wondering whether he was brewing emotions or thinking about countermeasures.
At this moment, I reached out into my arms, pinched something, and slowly took it out.
When my hand was about to leave the shirt, the boss suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightened, and at the same time, a surging wave of magic power suddenly violent, and at the same time, behind him, several colorful rose up. .
That is, Hyun Wen.
Hyun Wen, another way to output magic power, is exclusive to Battle Mage.
The man in front of him was originally a member of the Battle Mage.
I just don't know if he is also a member of the Oath Guard.
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