Chapter 93 Shepherd

Darkness fell quietly, and Greenfield Town began to become generally quiet, with only a few places remaining lively.

The Flame and Hammer Tavern is located in a remote area, not on the main street of Greenfield Town, but located in an alley.

It stands to reason that in such a place, the business of the Flame and Hammer Tavern should be very deserted, but the fact is exactly the opposite.

"Old Ham, another barrel of rye."

"One-eye, can you please be happy, drink and chatter like an old woman?"

"Come on, work harder, work harder!"

"Damn nigga, you motherfucker just got sucked dry, right? You can lose now?"

Pushing open the somewhat blackened wooden door, he was greeted by the din. Fligg glanced at the scene in the tavern and strode in.

There are many people in the tavern, mostly big and thick men, gathering together in twos and threes, drinking, chatting, and gambling.

The tavern is not large, so you can imagine the smell of so many rough guys gathering together.

Frowning slightly, Flig went straight to the bar. Not long ago, he was also a regular visitor here, but he was a little unaccustomed to it after not coming for a while. I have to say that people are really hypocritical creatures sometimes.

"A Bloody Mary."

Flig's burly body sat down in front of the bar, casting a shadow.

"Hey Frigg, long time no see."

As he spoke, Old Ham kept moving his hands, mixing four different kinds of wine together neatly.

Old Ham is the owner of the Flame and Hammer Tavern and also the bartender of the pub. He is short and stocky, with a big belly and a rough beard.

His stubby fingers fluttered, and soon a glass of blood-bubbly wine appeared in front of Frigg.

"It still smells the same."

After finishing the glass, a burning sensation emerged from his throat, and Frigg smiled cheerfully.

Buzz, a flash of gold shone, and a gold galleon appeared in front of Old Ham.

Looking at this rare gold coin, Old Ham looked calm and did not show the greed he should have.

"too much."

No longer paying attention to the gold coins, Old Ham lowered his head and wiped the bar.

"Not much, just right."

The voice was calm, and Flig remained motionless, staring closely at Old Ham.

"Tell me, what do you want to know?"

After wiping the bar clean, Old Ham showed a serious expression and looked directly at Flig with his big eyes.

"I want to know where the children who have been lost in Greenfield Town recently are? Or who did it."

As he spoke, Flig stared at Old Ham closely, not missing the slightest change.

Hearing Flig's question, Old Ham did not speak for a moment, but fell into silence.

"Flig, are you asking this question as a bounty hunter or as a member of the Yin Beast?"

Instead of giving an answer, Old Ham asked a question.

Hearing this, Frigg's pupils shrank involuntarily. Although it was not a big secret that he joined the Yin Beast, not many people knew about it.

"What's the difference? Old Ham."

Calmly, at this moment Flig knew he had come to the Fire and Hammer Tavern. This place might be more mysterious than he knew.

"The difference is huge. If you ask as a bounty hunter, I advise you to take back this gold galleon. If you ask as a Yin Beast, I have to say add more money."

Their eyes met in silence.

"How many?"

"Ten gold galleons."

Old Ham's words were clear and crisp, and there was obviously no room for negotiation.

Ten gold Galleons is not a small number for Frigg. He only accumulated this after joining the Yin Beast.

However, after thinking for a while, he still took out nine shining gold galleons from his wallet. He believed that it was worth the money and there might be a surprise this time.

His dark palm brushed across the bar and he pocketed ten gold galleons. Old Ham glanced at Frigg, but still did not speak.

"Old Ham, you are really a stingy man."

Seemingly realizing something, Flig threw a silver galen to Old Ham.

"A caravan came to Greenfield Town not long ago. They mainly sell sheep. You can go and have a look."

When he got the silver coins, Old Ham did it neatly.

Hearing this, Flig was thoughtful.

"Flig, for the sake of being an acquaintance, I advise you not to be careless, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to drink the wine I mixed."

"Hey, Old Ham, are you afraid that you will lose a fat sheep like me for you to slaughter?"

With a smile on his face, Flig made a joke.

Hearing this, Old Ham didn't say anything and kept mixing drinks silently.

"Can you be more specific? Old Ham."

The smile faded, and Old Hamflig spoke again after seeing no reaction.

Silent, still silent, Old Ham seemed to have not heard what Frigg said, silently mixing the wine.

After sitting for a while, knowing that Old Ham would not say anything else, Flig stood up and left the Fire and Hammer Tavern.

Seeing Flig disappear at the door of the tavern, Old Ham called a waiter to replace him, turned around and left the bar.

In addition to being a normal tavern, the Fire and Hammer Tavern is also a place for information exchange. Many intelligence dealers choose to sell information here. Of course, the biggest intelligence dealer is the tavern itself. In addition, some people choose to release tasks here. , and with the existence of these two points, mercenaries, bounty hunters and other various characters are attracted here. Over time, the two promote each other, and the place becomes more and more lively.

In fact, the Flame and Hammer Tavern not only exists in Greenfield Town, but can be seen in many pioneering territories in the New World, and even in the Old World. A long time ago, I don’t know when this Flame and Hammer Tavern became It has become a fixed gathering place for mercenaries and bounty hunters. Its background is mysterious and somewhat unfathomable. At least so far, no one has escaped unharmed despite causing trouble in the tavern.

The Shepherd Chamber of Commerce came to Greenfield Town a month ago. In addition to selling its own main product, sheep, it also purchased some special supplies from Greenfield Town, just like an ordinary chamber of commerce.

West 1st Street, the temporary location of the Shepherd Chamber of Commerce.

"Leader, the number of lambs is almost there, maybe we should leave this place."

"How much is the difference?"

The figures were blurry under the dim light, and the voice of the person called the leader was a bit cold.

"Five more to go."

His expression tightened, and the person who spoke earlier gave the answer.

"Then let's get it all together before we go."

Hearing this, the person who spoke earlier hesitated for a while, and finally said:

"Leader, the loss of the lamb seems to have attracted the attention of the officials of Greenfield Town. I'm worried that something unexpected may happen if we stay any longer."

"Accident? It doesn't exist. Even if those lambs stand in front of them, they can't see it."

The leader's voice was very soft, but he had unshakable confidence.