Chapter 279: Acquisition

Three days later, in the middle of the night, at the end of Squirrel Street, there was a tavern called 'Blackwood Wine Glass'.

This tavern was originally quite famous on Squirrel Street, and some dwarves were regular customers of this tavern, but since a tavern named "Hearthstone" became famous in Nolan, the days of other taverns have changed. became more difficult.

The dwarves poured into the tavern called Hearthstone as if possessed by a demon. Even if the tavern was crowded and there was nowhere to go, there would be an endless stream of dwarves to patronize. Addiction' patients in general.

And the colleagues who also run the tavern said, "It's best that the tavern was crushed into ruins by the swarming dwarves!" ’ This kind of jealousy is distorted to comfort myself.

The Blackwood Tavern was one of the lucky ones in the Great Depression for Nolan's Tavern, as they opened on Squirrel Street.

Under the image of the movie, a large number of Nolan residents recently went to Squirrel Street for sightseeing, which also increased the number of guests who patronized the Blackwood Wine Glass every day.

But it's only limited to one point, no matter how good a human drunk can drink, it can't compare to a dwarf who has just turned ten years old!

In the middle of the night, the black wooden wine glasses were even more depressed. A few scattered drunks fell unconscious on the table, and an old lady holding a rag in front of the bar yelled at a young man. .

"Hom! You went fooling around there again today! People who can't see you during the day will lose your salary!"

"Ms. Elena... I... went to the competition." Although the young man said so, his eyes and cheeks were covered with bruises, no matter how he looked, he looked like he had just participated in a fight.

"Competition? Talking nonsense underground with those stupid orcs again? I can explain it to you right now if you want to hear it!"

Just when the owner of the tavern was about to yell out her duck-like voice, a baby was crying in the tavern.

The young man called Home immediately ran to the other side of the bar and found a baby girl in an open cabinet, and Home immediately picked up the baby girl.

"A boy like you who only dreams every day can't support this guy. I think you might as well throw her to those orcs for lunch. Maybe those orcs will give you some money!" The voice of the tavern owner has been completely overwhelmed baby crying.

Home ignored the tavern owner's harsh sarcasm, and he looked at the sallow and thin baby girl in the swaddle, with a horny protrusion in the middle of her forehead.

He kept trying to comfort her, trying to make her stop crying.

But Holm suddenly realized that the baby girl hadn't eaten much for almost a day, and even he hadn't eaten much for almost a day.

He looked around for a while, and when he saw some milk mixed in the wine placed behind the tavern owner, his eyes flickered.

But soon a wooden cup flew to his feet and hit the ground with a loud noise.

"If you want to eat, work hard for me! And that little guy, I order you to throw her away immediately! Just like this guy's mother." The tavern owner said.

The crying of the baby became louder under the sharp voice of the tavern owner, and it had risen to an annoying level, and the tavern owner seemed to be a little bit unbearable.

"Get rid of that guy..." Before the tavern owner could finish his sentence, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

If it was an ordinary guest, the tavern owner would continue to shout at her without hesitation, but she saw a magic car at the door!

Ever since the World Expo, magic vehicles have been a symbol of the upper class, and only those nobles and extremely wealthy businessmen have the ability to purchase this magical magic machinery.

She immediately realized that some extraordinary person had come to the tavern. After being astonished, the acrimonious expression on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and her face was filled with smiles, which made people doubt the expression on her face. Muscles are not fluid like slimes.

"Excuse me...do you need anything?"

She cautiously asked the group of people who walked into the tavern. There were three of them in total. The leader seemed to be a businessman, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body... There was a special charm in appearance and temperament.

The tavern owner felt that the man in front of him was very familiar, and he had seen it somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it.

Before she could enter the memory, the other party began to introduce her identity.

"Hi, I'm a businessman from Kelia Chamber of Commerce, you can call me Kellman."

"Kelman... you... aren't you the one... who appeared on those drawing papers?" The tavern owner suddenly remembered seeing the person in front of him there.

Those 'drawing paper' posted on the Squirrel Street bulletin board, the content of the painting is very realistic, almost like a real person, she remembers seeing the person in front of a piece of drawing paper called "This Demon Is Not So Cold" .

"You must have made a mistake."

Sir Baijinghua, as an actor, certainly didn't blush when he talked about panic, and this time he really didn't visit here as a theater owner, but as a businessman.

"I'm here hoping to buy your tavern, ma'am." Sir Baibuhua glanced at the tavern's environment, then at the tavern owner and said to her.

"Buy the tavern?!"

Hearing these words, the owner of the tavern immediately became vigilant. This tavern is her family property. Although the recent business has been so bad that people have despaired, she does have the idea of ​​selling the tavern, but she will not sell her own. The property was sold cheaply.

"Five thousand gold coins."

said an old woman standing behind Sir Whitebud.

"We are willing to spend five thousand gold coins to buy your tavern."

Hearing this number, the tavern owner's heart skipped a beat. This amount of gold coins can already be regarded as her turnover for nearly two years. This premise is that the damn 'Hearthstone Tavern' has not opened.

With the current depressed situation, she might not be able to earn that much money in five or even ten years just by selling ale with only a few copper coins.

"This is Squirrel Street. Don't you know that more and more people have come to Squirrel Street recently?!" Although the owner of the tavern was a little moved, she didn't want to give up the tavern so easily.

The old woman behind Sir Whitebud was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by the cry of a baby.

This completely angered the tavern owner, who was talking about a big deal, and that little guy could ruin it, just when the tavern owner was about to yell for those two guys to get out.

Another young man who followed Sir Bai Jinghua walked over in surprise, and Sir Bai Jinghua also made a gesture of calmness to the tavern owner.

"Please be more tolerant to those children."

said the old woman beside Ser Whitebud.

"I don't mind, let's continue to talk about the value of this tavern."