Green Monster Epic

"Boss, two mugs of ale, large ones!!"

After wandering around the temple, Allen, led by Regis, ducked into a small tavern nearby.

Regis skillfully waved a hand and called out to a dark elf waitress.

"Alright."

"Two bills."

"He'll pay."

Regis passed the buck to Allen, then took the oak mug and downed a good portion of the frothy beer, letting out a satisfied burp.

Allen was stared at by the dark elf waitress with her dark skin and pretty face, and it took him a while to realize what she meant.

He hurriedly pulled out two silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the dark elf waitress.

For some reason, even though Allen had the aesthetic sense of a qualified hobgoblin, his heart fluttered when he was stared at by the dark elf waitress's deep eyes, and he felt a strange tingle all over.

The reaction of his body made Allen not dare to look at the waitress's sexy clothes and curvy figure anymore, and a hint of blush appeared on his green-skinned cheeks.

"Whoo ~ ~ ~"

Even though it was daytime, the tavern was still very lively.

Kobolds, ogres, orcs, and other races hid in various corners, occasionally staring at the people coming and going, while making strange noises when the beautiful waitresses passed by.

Some even secretly took advantage of the waitress passing by to touch her plump buttocks and sniff it intoxicatedly.

The waitress seemed to be used to the harassment from the guests.

Even though she suffered a little, she didn't react much.

At most, she would just turn her head and give a coquettish glare, which instead aroused the crowd again.

"Hehe, I didn't realize you were into this too, kid!"

Regis chuckled and couldn't help but tease Allen again.

This hobgoblin seemed shrewd most of the time, but also seemed naive at times.

Regis couldn't help but want to tease this little guy from time to time.

"What's wrong? Aren't there enough hobgoblin beauties in your tribe for you to enjoy?"

Thinking of the last time Allen strongly requested the female hobgoblins in the tribe to entertain him, Regis couldn't help but feel resentment.

Fortunately, he had firmly declined at the time, otherwise he would have had a great shadow over matters of men and women from then on.

"Ah, no, no, it's just that I think this female's eyes are a bit seductive.

Did she cast some kind of spell on me?"

Allen stammered, waving his hands repeatedly, and at the same time quickly withdrew his gaze from the dark elf and buried his head to sip a bit of ale.

"Let me advise you, stay away from these dark elves.

With your small body, you can't withstand their torment!"

Although Regis couldn't help but laugh at Allen's embarrassment, he still couldn't help but remind him.

"These dark elves never show mercy to prey that comes to their door.

They will not only squeeze out the potential of your body, but also take away the most valuable things from your whole body!"

Regis knew the dark elves' style very well.

Those who could be waitresses safely in the kobolds' territory were naturally not easy to deal with.

"Uh, okay."

Allen picked up his glass to hide his gaffe and took another big gulp of ale.

"Ptooey, what is this stuff? It tastes awful."

Grain is precious in the wilderness, so naturally no one would be extravagant enough to use it to brew wine.

Ale and other types of alcohol have extremely low alcohol content and are difficult to store for a long time, so merchants passing through the Green Field area basically would not prepare these things in their caravans.

Therefore, Allen, who had lived for 18 years, was tasting ale for the first time today, and the taste of the alcohol made him frown.

"Fine wine needs to be carefully tasted.

You, ah, are still far from being a qualified warrior!"

As a profession that needs to vent, mercenaries seem to all like alcohol.

After a great victory, everyone needs to celebrate.

When a companion sacrifices and leaves, everyone can't help but use alcohol to soothe the sadness in their hearts...

"… …"

Allen endured the bitterness of the alcohol and swallowed a large gulp of ale into his stomach.

The bitter alcohol with the fragrance of grain, the foam burst in his mouth, turning into a clear spring flowing into his stomach, but it made the hot weather a bit cooler.

As a hiccup of alcohol surged up from his throat, taking away the heat in his inner cavity, Allen suddenly discovered that, perhaps, this ale was not as bad as he had imagined.

"Do you know what the biggest purpose here is besides drinking?"

Regis didn't bring Allen to this tavern to drink for no reason.

Based on their relationship during this time, he still hoped that this cute green-skinned guy could live more freely.

"I don't know."

Allen replied obediently, sitting upright and waiting for Regis's explanation, like a sensible student.

"Taverns are places where mercenaries like us accept various tasks, and also where various news circulates most."

"The wilderness is not as barren as you imagine, Allen.

Outside of your Green Lake, there is still a vast world.

In the future, if you want your tribesmen to live a good life, if you want to become stronger, then you need to come out and take a look, communicate with the outside world, instead of staying in that hopeless place and living a bland life."

Regis also saw that this green-skinned guy was really smart and had a clear head, so he enlightened him like this.

He didn't know why, he just wanted to see what kind of changes this green-skinned guy could make.

Anyway, human society is too far away from Allen's tribe, and there will basically be no intersection between the two sides.

And the other party seems shrewd, but he is also very decisive in killing people, and even eats the corpses of intelligent creatures, which is disgusting, but Regis also knows that this is just a helpless measure of a weak tribe in the wilderness.

In this green-skinned guy's perception, I'm afraid he never thought that eating the corpses of intelligent creatures is such a bad thing.

"After escorting the Silverflash caravan to Thornburg this time, your employment relationship with the Silverflash caravan will be over.

I heard Supervisor Philly say that he is no longer preparing to return along the original route, but is going to replenish a mercenary team again and return from the Long Corridor Trade Route.

After all, the Long Corridor Trade Route is safer."

"After we part, I hope you can often go to Thunder Town to walk around.

As for Thornburg, although the elves are proud and not indiscriminate killers, they don't have much affection for you wilderness green skins.

If your own strength is not enough, and you don't have other familiar people to lead you, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot, it's better to be comfortable in this town."

"At that time, you can go to the tavern more often, make some friends when you are free, and do a few tasks, you can learn a lot of things."

Thunder Tribe is only 3-4 days north, and you will reach your destination, which also means that the time Allen and Regis spend together will not be too long.

Therefore, Regis pretended to accept Allen's employment of one gold coin, but in fact, he took this opportunity to tell Allen more common sense.

As a mercenary who has traveled around for too long, he has met too many people, and has experienced many betrayals of companions for the sake of profit.

Regis has gradually come to like this hobgoblin who shows his emotions on his face, and whose likes and dislikes can be seen at a glance, at least you don't have to worry about them stabbing you in the back.

"Okay."

After 20 days of contact, Allen's keen wild instinct told him that the human in front of him was showing his true feelings at this time, so he nodded gratefully and responded in a muffled voice.

"Come on, let's have a toast."

"Clink!"

The dull sound of wooden wine glasses colliding echoed in the dark corner.