Chapter 2253 Encounter in Tavern

The "Golden Trout Tavern" is well known in Derlin.

This season, you can't eat the golden trout, which is a special product of Delin River, but the secret barbecue of the tavern owner, Uncle Baker, also has a place in Joan's good childhood memories.

Joan walked into the tavern and immediately heard heated arguments. Seven or eight regulars of the tavern gathered together and drank two glasses of ale. This kind of bragging and quarreling scene was very normal, and it didn't deserve his too much attention.

Joan bypassed the quarreling crowd, sat down at the bar counter of the tavern, and ordered a roasted rabbit leg, plus mashed potatoes and garlic butter bread.

The tavern waiter was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who asked Joan what he would like to drink.

Joan shook his head, thinking that when he left home, Uncle Baker's son was a little kid with a runny nose, so it's not surprising that he couldn't recognize him.

While waiting for the meal, Joan inadvertently discovered that the guy who was the loudest was the guard he met at the entrance of the town this morning, named Turner.

The people around Turner were also the town's militiamen. They couldn't work or train in heavy snow, so they just spent their time bragging and farting in the tavern.

The topic of Turner's quarrel with his companions was precisely related to Joan.

Turner said that he met "the mage master from this town" when he was on duty, and had the honor to chat with him a few times, but his companions, perhaps because Turner was always a braggart, didn't say much to him. Not quite convinced.

Turner really didn't brag this time, feeling that he had been wronged, and clamored to make a bet with all those who questioned him. If he lost the bet, he would buy everyone a drink, or everyone sitting here would give him two Silver Dugas ...

Joan was amused, and wanted to know how Turner would prove to his friends that what he said was true, so he performed a "disguise", slightly changed his clothes and appearance, and ate and watched the show .

Turner's friends thought that if Master Vader really returned to his hometown, it would be a great event, and the town would have to celebrate with lights and festoons. It's impossible that only Turner knew about it.

It's actually very easy to verify Turner's bragging. Let's all go to the big house in the north of the town, which is the former residence of Master Vader, and try to knock on the door. If the owner is at home, the door will answer.

Turner first admitted that this method worked, but he didn't dare to go, worried that he would bother the mage with such a boring trifle, and the consequences would be disastrous if he angered the other party.

What he said couldn't be unreasonable, but in the eyes of others, he felt guilty and evasive, and even more suspected that Turner was bragging.

Just when the two sides were arguing, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a dwarf with a strong beard walked in.

"Hey! What are you guys arguing about? It's so lively!"

"Mr. Tom! You came just in time, that boy Turner is bragging again..."

Immediately someone embellished the story of the dispute and told the town's blacksmith and militia captain, Tom Anvil.

"Did you really see Joann come back?!" The dwarf grabbed Turner's arm, unable to hold back his excitement.

"It is true, Mr. Tom, on my father's name!"

"Great! I'm going to find him right away!" The dwarf was so excited that he didn't even bother to drink.

"Mr. Tom! You're not afraid to bother the mage, annoy him, and turn you into a mouse, a rabbit, or something?" Turner asked uneasily.

The dwarf shook his head and laughed: "Don't worry, Joan is not that kind of grumpy mage! He is a bit weird, but he is not bad. On the contrary, he is the kindest person I have ever met in my life." !"

"You know Master Vader very well?"

"Nonsense! Joan is my old friend!" The dwarf said angrily, "Joan and I, as well as the two sons of the mayor's family, all participated in the war against the lizard people, and that was five years ago At that time, you were either kids or you hadn’t moved to Delin Town, so it’s normal if you don’t know!”

"Mr. Tom, they all say that I like to brag, and I see that you are much better at bragging than me!" Turner said angrily.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Tom blushed with anger, "Okay, come with me to find Joan, and I'll prove it to you!"

"Don't look for it, I'm right here."

Familiar laughter came from the bar.

The dwarf's body trembled, and he quickly turned his head to look over, his eyes overflowing with surprise.

Joan had already removed the spell disguise, took off the hood with his backhand, nodded and smiled at Dwarf Tom.

"Old friend, long time no see, how are you?"

"Wow! Joan, it's really you!"

The dwarf was so excited that he almost cried on the spot, kicked over the stool and rushed over, hugging the young mage forcefully.

Seeing this long-lost reunion scene, Turner had to admit that Mr. Dwarf was not bragging, and that he was indeed a good friend of the mage.

But he didn't feel ashamed for too long, he soon became happy, and slapped the wine table heavily, looking around at the guys who bet with him just now, his face was full of complacency.

"Now you know I'm not bragging, right? A man has to admit defeat! You owe us two silver coins, stop talking nonsense, and pay back the money!"

Joan still underestimated Aunt Barbara's publicity efficiency. In just one short meal, the news of his return spread throughout Delin Town.

Many people came to the tavern to see him, as if he was some kind of strange species. Later, even the old dwarf Flint and the mayor of Tyndale came to join in the fun.

Joan has always disliked being the center of attention in the crowd, but after leaving his hometown and experiencing so many things, his social skills have improved a lot compared to before, and he can barely handle this kind of occasion.

While chatting with the villagers, Joan noticed that the mayor was looking sad, so he took the initiative to ask if there was anything bothering him.

The mayor of Tyndale was thinking about how to ask the young mage for help. When Joan asked, he went ahead and told the trouble that made him in a dilemma.

"Joan, you may not know that last spring, a new family moved into our town. The old man in charge is named Archibald, and he is also in the timber business."

"Old Archibald and his son, Junior Archibald, jointly run a lumber mill. The site is located in the upper reaches of the Dring River, about forty or fifty miles from our town."

Joan nodded, thinking that the mayor's family is also in the wood processing business. This Archibald, who just moved in and competed with the mayor for business, doesn't seem to be a good thing.

Mr. Tyndale took a sip of his wine, and continued: "Although I was traveling with old Archibald, our two families have never had any conflicts. The town of Delin is very large, and the influx of new immigrants in recent years is increasing. The population has exceeded 4,000, which can fully accommodate two logging farms. Even the old Archibald wants to run for the town council, whether in public or in private, my attitude is the same-good luck to him .”