Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1301

[Chapter 1293 The Noisy Tavern]

The adventure of punk has come to an end, but he still spends time patiently looking for the library on the Cyborg Eye, but he does not know that on an unremarkable plane in the multiverse, a decadent young man in a burlap robe The man was sitting in a chaotic poor tavern drinking cup after cup of inferior liquor.

This is the Modifik plane, a relatively prosperous and peaceful small plane. According to ancient legends, this plane was originally just a desolate half plane floating around in the astral world. The legendary mage of “Dead Text Wind Lantern” transformed it, brought immigrants from other planes, and after a long period of development, the now-popular Modifique was born.

Of course, the reason why a legend is called a legend is because it cannot be verified. According to the legend, the powerful spellcaster who created the Modifik plane went on an unknown “travel” After that, he never came back, and the world once ruled by legendary professionals gained real freedom because of this…

Maybe it can be called freedom. At least on the surface, it has been nearly 200,000 years that the Modifik plane has not welcomed a new legendary professional. Even the “legend” itself has long since become. The mysterious legends that are unknown to you, apart from those ancient legends, there are only two kingdoms left with huge populations and wars from time to time, ruling tens of thousands of cities, and the poor people who don’t know big characters also repeat it for generations. In ordinary and difficult days, ordinary people can only brag about a glass of inferior wine in such a tavern only occasionally.

There is nothing elegant and refined, much less so-called elegant, stained floors and cracked wood wine glasses are the background tone of this poor entertainment venue, although the tavern owner will also follow the tradition and invite a lame bard to sing. Those vulgar songs that people love to hear, but the hustle and bustle of drunkards has long been enough to make people ignore the bad singing that went to grandma’s house out of tune.

Do people with real status and status come to this kind of place? how is this possible?

Just like a big boss with a lot of money would definitely not be able to eat barbecue at a roadside stall, this kind of place where there is endless noise at night will only disgust nobles and professionals, even alcoholics who don’t drink. They tend to avoid this place from time to time, not to mention the real powerhouses who are big spenders.

At least from the point of view of Aina, the maid of the tavern, the guys she comes into contact with every day will always only be a bunch of drunken alcoholics, no matter how many years have passed, and her seventeen-year-old girl will always be only a group of drunkards. It will be a dusty woman who uses “fifty copper coins a night” in exchange for extra wages to subsidize her family. She is really a match for these alcoholics and this kind of tavern.

But as the saying goes, thousands of people have thousands of faces, all things are different, and the alcoholics in the tavern are also different. Some alcoholics are the kind of guys who don’t beat people or get beaten when they have nothing to do. Some alcoholics are that kind of guy. An idiot who brags loudly when he is drunk, and there are alcoholics… well, or there is another “alcoholic” who is completely different from other alcoholics, because only this one drank white wine one after another, and one sip after another did not The man who sighed would sit in the most remote corner without making any noise or making a fuss, quietly.

It was as lonely and lost as the moonlight at night.

It seems that although he is sitting in the most typical inferior tavern, wearing the worst linen clothes and drinking the worst white wine, but his temperament is incompatible with ordinary alcoholics, which is of course no one. One of the reasons for chatting with him.

It must be admitted that a weird person who is out of tune with the environment can sometimes make people curious, especially for a girl in her youth, this kind of man exuding a “story” all over the body is even more. It has a very special mysterious attraction. After all, even if this girl’s job is a business of “fifty copper coins a night”, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have the joys, sorrows and joys of a normal person, doesn’t it?

Therefore, on such a noisy and chaotic night as always, Anna Zhong, who avoided the seven or eight salty pig hands around her, gathered up her courage and pretended to be calm and walked towards the mysterious man.

“How about fifty copper coins a night? This little brother? I’m the most punctual group on this street.”

Gently pulling up the short skirt, Aina, who originally wanted to “talk normally” but showed her white thighs, spoke out her words of solicitation out of habit.

Well, it may sound a bit too straightforward. It is not necessary to hide too much in this kind of place. The business of flesh and blood is also a business. It’s quite handsome to take a closer look. If something really happens, Aina feels that she won’t mind.

Well, yes, it just “feels” she won’t mind, after all, she doesn’t have the capital to “choose” whether or not to mind.

“…”

“clang clang”.

It was the sound of a silver coin being dropped on the table.

“Go get another bottle of wine, and leave me alone.”

He shouted impatiently like a real drunk, and the man who drank all the spirits in one gulp looked a little confused and not sober.

Although his lack of sobriety doesn’t look like he’s under the influence of alcohol…

The price of a silver coin is quite “not to be underestimated” in such a tavern. After all, this is the value of Aina for two nights, not to mention buying a bottle of inferior wine, even ten bottles are enough.

Generally speaking, since you have already received such a generous “tip” in the hands of such a seemingly unhappy guest, the tavern maids who are really old fritters will naturally follow the instructions of the guests to bring drinks, and will not try them. Punched superfluous questions.

But the still young Aina is not yet an “old fritters”. Seeing that the man in front of her is far more generous than the average alcoholic, she is even more curious about her guests.

In the knowledge of the little maid, those idiots who do not leave the wine barrel without spending all their money are impossible to take out a silver coin, and those who can squander the silver coin casually must be……. have a serious family business people!

But shouldn’t such a person work hard day and night for a living? Why would he sit in a tavern while drinking and sighing?

Aina was quite sure that she had seen this man five nights in a row, and every time he drank, he would use a terrifying posture of “drinking himself to death as much as possible” until the next morning before giving up.

So driven by half curiosity and half sympathy, this time, while carefully putting away the silver coins, she did not immediately go to get the liquor as before, but chose to carefully ask the decadent man in a soft voice:

“This…Sir, you have been drinking non-stop for five nights in a row, and the human body will collapse. Why don’t you go home.”