The Emerald Tower

When the waiter came back again, everyone could see the extra palm prints on his face and the blood-stained corners of his mouth; however, no one dared to say anything, they were all eating in a hurry with their heads down, and those Those who were about to finish eating chose to leave without hesitation.

As some businessmen, how dare they criticize a noble lord?

When the waiter came out again, the wound on the corner of his mouth had already been treated. Of course, don’t expect medicine and gauze—a waiter in a restaurant can’t afford those things. He just washed it with water to make him look less embarrassed.

Your roast and ale, sir!

The waiter walked up to Dean with the plate - more than half of the hind leg was neatly stacked on the plate, and the ale was full, the kind that would overflow if you were not careful ;Obviously, Dean's copper is worth the money.

Of course, the role of that copper is still being exerted——

Are you okay? And... Do you have any good suggestions for staying here? The clean and safe ones!

With the posture of a stranger, Dean expressed his concern. Then, Dean, who picked up the wine glass, slowed down his speech, spoke the accent of the three southern counties, and asked seemingly casually, as if Those traveling from the south to the north for the first time and arriving in Horn Town are average.

Of course it's okay—Although there is only one restaurant in Bugle Town, there are three hotels, but there will only be one left tonight! As he spoke, the waiter shrugged indifferently—obviously, for what happened at this moment He was used to the matter, so that he didn't want to stay on such a topic at all, and answered Dean's question directly.

Although there are quite a few people, three hotels should be more than enough, right?

Dean pretended to be surprised and looked around at the tables that didn't look very crowded.

Of course, if there is no big man upstairs to take over the entire hotel!

The waiter replied, obviously, he tried his best to hide his hatred, but Dean could hear it clearly; and under such hatred, the waiter began to answer like venting: That is a real big man, with two guards, from the emerald capital - to welcome a guest from afar...

Speaking of this, the waiter's expression became strange.

What's wrong?

Dean asked rightly.

The guest of that big man is really inappropriate, he feels like a robber or a bandit! The waiter said in a low voice, and at the same time, quietly pointed to the private room on the far right upstairs, with a look of disgust, It's just like that big man... Fortunately, Captain Mark is a person who is really dedicated to his duties!

Although the words were a bit vague, Dean knew what the waiter wanted to say, so he matched with an expression of the same disgust.

We should wish ourselves luck!

Then, having obtained enough information and fully confirmed it, Dean raised his wine glass and gestured to the waiter with the attitude that a businessman should have.

That's right, what does it matter to me? We just need to celebrate our luck!

Nodding his head, the waiter continued to get busy - as for the injury at the corner of his mouth? It's not that his hands and feet are broken. If he wants to get the wages of the day, he needs to continue working. .

And seemingly chewing at the desk,

In fact, Dean, who had obtained the most important information, showed a cold gaze in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

The next moment, Dean shouted: Give me two more glasses of ale!

Yes, sir!

The waiter replied respectfully again—for that extra copper.

...

And for the sake of the two copper coins, the waiter helped Dean, who finally passed out at the dining table, to the only hotel where he could stay.

Wine, wine, give me another glass!

Along the way, Dean still murmured such words in his mouth, until the waiter threw him on the bed, replaced by a continuous loud grunt.

I hate drunks, they throw up all that shit on the bed, on the floor, and the smell, it's just...

The hotel owner continued to vent his dissatisfaction.

Don't worry, this gentleman is not a big man, but he is a nice and generous man!

The waiter tossed the two copper coins in his hand, and the dissatisfaction of the innkeeper stopped in astonishment; however, afterward, the innkeeper muttered again: There is only one restaurant in Bugle Town, so you always run into each other. These generous people are really unfair!

It's fair, because we took the risk! The waiter pointed at the corner of his bruised mouth, and then pointed at the drunk Dean, Fortunately, there are people like this gentleman— —As long as the service is considerate, these merchants who have just completed the transaction and arrived in your land for the first time are not stingy! And in Horn Town, are such merchants rare?

After finishing speaking, the waiter bowed with a smile, turned and walked out.

The innkeeper stopped talking—because, the waiter was very right. In Bugle Town, businessmen from the south who just sold a batch of goods in the Emerald City and then went to the north are too common. They are more common than locals. There are so many people; therefore, it is not difficult to earn some money, and you can even live quite richly.

Maybe I should open a restaurant too?

However, he immediately remembered the bruise on the corner of the waiter's mouth, and what happened just now, but it has been spread throughout the entire Horn Town, about the experience of the proprietress of the restaurant; immediately, the proprietor of the inn shook his head, closed the door, and The loud grunt was behind the door.

Click!

And just when the door was completely closed and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared, Dean opened his eyes.

...

The night was getting dark, but in the inn on the other side of Horn Town, Ruman Bora from the Emerald City was furious——

Bastard, does he think I'm an idiot or a fool? How dare he ask for a thousand Kimptons for something so shady! Is he insulting me? Is he insulting our Paula family?

The honorable gentleman who had just been in the restaurant before was swaying his fat body while cursing, and quickly walked around the room twice; when he stopped again, the emerald king The big man in the capital had already made a decision, and he directly raised his hand and called one of his two guards over.

Go back to the Emerald City, go to the Central Knights to find the deputy head there, Bokots Bora—he is my nephew! Luman ordered, Just tell me my name, and then let him Bring some guys here; get it? Remember, get real good hands!

Yes, sir!

After the dedicated guard answered respectfully, he turned and left the room.

With the guard's departure, Luman's anger did not disappear, on the contrary, it became more intense, which made him look like an angry bull, and began to circle around the room again. A bottle of rum was bitten off the cork and downed.

Luman needs something to quench his anger, otherwise, he definitely thinks he will be driven mad by anger-of course, poor-quality alcohol is not the first choice; young people of the opposite sex are the best choice, but this is Bugle Town , not in the Emerald Capital; he didn't want to cause any trouble for the family here.

After all, the Marquess of York was not someone to be trifled with. The identity of the other party's century-old nobleman was undoubtedly much nobler than that of the Paula family.

However, when anger and alcohol are reversed, some wonderful images always appear in my mind, especially the slightly pretty restaurant proprietress before, which made this Luman Bora, who has the title of Lord, short of breath, so that he He had to use another sip of cold wine to extinguish the scorching heat—but unfortunately, this sip of wine was like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting the scorching heat in his heart.

Dock, Doc!

The lord yelled with his thick neck, but there was no answer.

You bastard, where are you, come out!

The conjectures in his mind made the lord not realize that something was wrong at the first time, but instead cursed because the guards did not fulfill their duties.

It wasn't until Dean, who was wrapped in a cloak, appeared in front of him and put the long sword around his neck, that the Lord Lord came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

What are you doing? Do you know who you are facing, I am...

Snapped!

The slash of the sword spine interrupted the words of this noble man, and the two scars on his face made this noble man feel like a rooster whose neck was strangled by an invisible hand, unable to crow. When he came out, he was just like the restaurant owner from before—as for why there were two scars when he was whipped with the spine of the sword? This was naturally because the noble lord's cheeks were so fat that the blades on both sides of the sword ridge sank in.

However, this also has some advantages.

Before Dean could speak, this big shot from the Emerald City obediently closed his mouth—the more noble the big shot, the more timid he was when faced with his own blood; although it was not absolute, it was More than 80%, and it is obvious that the Luman Bora in front of him is not the remaining 20% ​​hard bone, even though he is in charge of the underground business of the Bora family.

Master Ruman Bora?

Dean, who lowered his voice, made his tone gloomy.

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