Chapter 187 The Idiot Who Finds Faults

Hazlotha... This city is a typical commercial city. No one in the city is engaged in production. The job of most of them is to sell things from one place to another.

Yes, it's the same whether it's a merchant or a pirate.

The difference is that different purchase methods bring different purchase costs and risks, and there is a gap between the diversity of sales places... nothing more.

To put it bluntly... Merchants usually pass by Hazlotha to buy supplies, eat, drink and have fun; pirates usually rob things and then come to Hazlotha to sell, so the consumption power here is very strong.

So there will also be a lot of service industries...whether it's a tavern or a hotel.

There are also venues for Qinse and other entertainment venues.

So naturally, this place is full of lights, and it has become a [city that never sleeps] that is quite difficult to see in this world. A little... It can also remind you of the past world.

Of course, it is forced to miss.

"..."

"Is there anything to drink?"

Ira, who went downstairs, asked the innkeeper who was wiping the glass. At this moment, the first floor of the inn, which was used as a tavern, was still brightly lit, and there were still many drinkers drinking freely.

"Only wine."

The innkeeper with a fierce face replied, although he looked very fierce, but his voice was very gentle... It seems that he is quite a good person, he really cannot be judged by his appearance.

"Plop..."

A corpse with a blood hole in its head fell out from under the bar next to the boss, and lay flat on the ground... The boss kicked it indiscriminately, and hid the corpse again.

It is true that Hazlothar forbids private fighting and killing... However, there are often people who do it secretly.

"Then, come to me..."

Yila was talking, but before he finished speaking, a drunken drinker started yelling loudly: "Hahaha, what a brat? Let's go home early and drink milk!"

Although his companion pulled the drinker vigorously and motioned him to stop talking, the other party still finished the sentence completely... Suddenly, the tavern became completely silent.

Everyone looks at Ira, wondering how things will play out.

There were also people who glared at the man who spoke rudely to Ira, as if he was about to fight... In this world, Ira has his own support, after all, people from the Ira faction don't only stay in the empire.

"Sorry, he's drunk... get lost!"

"What, it's just a..."

"..."

The person sitting on the table, with his companion who spoke rudely, left the tavern in a scrambling manner. After running for a while, he turned his head and took a look to confirm that there was no attack flying over. I apologize.

Yila tilted his head, he shook his head helplessly, and said: "Perhaps, there are always people who like to judge a person's real age by their appearance, right? There are always such people, and it is not worth getting angry."

The other drinkers in the tavern, who were sitting on pins and needles, nodded one after another.

"Give me a glass of mead."

Saying so, Yila sat on the seat after the two people left, and almost immediately, five or six drinkers shouted in unison: "I'll buy this drink!"

"I'll invite you for Mrs. Ira's sake!"

"I treat you..."

"..."

Ira didn't care about those very attentive people, but the tavern owner looked at those people with disdain and said, "That must be invited by the shop! My mead! The dwarves will agree to drink it!"

But dwarves like to drink strong alcohol - the probability of a dwarf praising mead is no greater than that of an elf praising the tenderness of the steak... Of course, it can also be understood that the boss is boasting exaggeratedly.

This is also one of the reasons why Ira was not prepared to cover up his appearance from the beginning. The more chaotic the place, the more he needs to show his strength, so that he can avoid a lot of trouble.

Of course, there are still people who don't have long eyes.

"Come on!"

The innkeeper shouted, and brought two glasses of cool and sticky mead to Ira. He looked at the bustling hotel with satisfaction, and felt that he might be able to take advantage of Ira's fame in the future. Soaring.

This is indeed the case... The celebrity effect is vividly reflected in the consul, and it can be said that it is a little fanatical in the former chief consul, Yila.

"Two cups?"

"A cup for you~"

"..."

Ira didn't bother to say anything, he picked up the glass of wine, and took a simple sip of the wine with a strong honey aroma... To be honest, the sweetness is very deliberate, although it may be suitable for the appetite of the imperial people, but after all Some rough.

It doesn't taste as good as white ball wine.

"Gudu~gudu~gudu~"

"Gudu~gudu~gudu~"

After simply drinking two cups of mead with low alcohol content due to the limitations of the times and technology, Ira tentatively gave a positive comment: "Not bad, better than what I drank in many imperial taverns."

After speaking, Yila didn't care about the ecstatic face of the tavern owner, and left the tavern directly.

However, according to Ira's guess, the boss will soon replace [Ira will say yes after drinking] to [Ila will say yes after drinking]. After all... the latter sounds more credible, and after all Really said well.

Tonight, he still has some doubts to answer...

...

Yila walked in the dark alleys, deliberately avoiding the brightly lit streets. With the increase of footsteps, he didn't even need to look back, he could feel... the person he was waiting for was drawn over .

Turning her head, Yila saw five or six men blocking the entrance of the alley, showing malicious intent.

"Do you know me?"

These were the first words Ira said.

"Since the mooring, you have been paying attention to us, right? Now it seems that it shouldn't be for sex... Even if it is, it is me, not Xilina and the others."

This is the second sentence Ira said.

In this regard, the men smiled sinisterly, and the leader responded: "How can the real Ira have such a good relationship with monsters? I heard that Ira has to kill monsters every day to fall asleep." of."

"..."

"Maybe I'm not, so... what do you want?"

Yila asked this, this was the third sentence he said, and he had already confirmed that the other party was not a big fish, or even someone who came to seek revenge, so he was not interested in saying the fourth sentence.

I don't even bother to kill them...just give them to my childhood playmate Larian.

"..."

"Kill you, and then take your companions as rare slaves and sell them~"

"It's dragons and succubi! That kind of goods, whether they are in good condition or not, doesn't have a big impact on the price, right?"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"..."

Looking at these men who started to lust, Yila felt that she might have to renege on her promise.

Maybe, the fourth sentence needs to be said——

"First Wing Pillar Scarlet Dragon Wingspan!"