Chapter 2995 Tavern Owner

The friendship between alcoholics is simple and pure.

Of course, this does not mean that every alcoholic is straight-minded and stupid, but after drinking, people's temperament will become bold, and some things that they dare not say on ordinary days will be dared to say after drinking. , some things that I dare not do on ordinary days, I dare to do after drinking.

In other words, he is too brave.

The above applies only to true alcoholics, not pseudo-alcoholics.

It is precisely because of this that true drinkers talk about everything.

The guy sitting next to me is obviously a real drunkard.

After drinking more than a dozen bottles of wine with me and going to the bathroom eight times, this guy got completely drunk and started talking without restraint.

So I took the opportunity to ask him about information related to Xi Lan, but this person obviously didn't know Xi Lan. He shook his head like a rattle, and just kept giving thumbs up and praising: "That guy, Hiccup, you are a good person, Hiccup, you dare to challenge the apostles, Hiccup, you can be called a role model for our generation!"

As soon as this statement came out, many people gathered to respond, half applauded, and the other half praised Xi Lan as a warrior.

At this time, the boss came out with a wine bottle and put it in front of me. I immediately stopped him and asked in a low voice: "Isn't the name Xilan considered a taboo here?"

The boss shook his head: "This is a town where liquor is sold. When you are drunk, you will naturally talk a lot. You will say some things that should be said, and some things that should not be said. We have an unwritten rule here, that is No matter what you hear in the tavern, treat it as if you have never heard it when you leave this door, otherwise, you will be included in the blacklist of public enemies."

After a moment of reflection, I understood what the boss meant. As long as you don't cause trouble to the tavern or the town, you are still welcome here, but if you dare to cause trouble here, don't blame the residents of this town for being ruthless!

With such words, I felt relieved, so I took the wine flask and toasted at the table, while inquiring about news related to Xi Lan.

The drinkers spoke freely one by one and told all the news they knew about Xi Lan. In exchange, they got a pot of wine each - my treat.

I went to the restroom, and as soon as I walked out, I saw the boss standing at the door with his arms folded, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"I'm done, please." I bowed slightly and made way for him.

The boss looked me up and down for more than a dozen times, smiled, and said: "I'm not drunk at all, I have a good drinker!"

I immediately understood what he meant. He was not lining up to go to the toilet, but wanted to have a private chat with me.

Since the boss wanted to do this, I couldn't refuse, so I smiled slightly and said, "You want to buy me a drink?"

"Are you willing to honor me?"

"It's my pleasure."

He and the boss walked to the second floor one after another, walked through the corridor, and came to the innermost room. Just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly, "Wait a moment." Then he quickly entered the main hall and shouted to the chef who was cooking: " One pound of soy sauce beef and ten roasted pig's trotters, pack them up and take them away soon!"

After saying that, he reached into his pocket, threw the two copper coins on the counter with a casual glance.

The cashier was about to change the money, so I waved my hand and said, "The remaining money will be used as a tip. By the way, put more toppings to make it more delicious!"

Entering the room, the boss smiled and said: "You don't need to go to such trouble at all. You can just tell me and I'll treat you."

I smoothed my bangs and said, "If I ate it, I would tell you of course, but if my fiancée ate it, I would be embarrassed to tell you."

The boss laughed and didn't say much, but clapped his hands. Not long after, a waiter came in and brought a pot of wine and two wine glasses.

"Go and guard the door. Don't come in unless I call."

"yes."

The waiter bowed politely and then left the room.

The boss was the first to fill up my wine cup very politely, and then he poured another cup for himself and said, "Please."

I picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. The boss also raised his cup and drank it. Then he poured me another cup and said at the same time: "It's a good drinker."

"It's just that my physique is a bit special. It's a pity that I don't get drunk even though I drink well."

"It is indeed a pity," the boss said: "Some people are afraid of getting drunk, and some people are eager to get drunk, but these people are all drunk, but you are different, you can't get drunk after drinking a lot, so you will lose a lot of fun."

"Yes, but there's nothing I can do about it."

With a wry smile, I drank the wine in the glass.

Putting down the wine glass, I looked at the boss and said slowly: "You didn't come to me to talk about life, right?"

"Of course not," the boss said with a smile: "When talking about life, I like to talk to women. Only when I tell the truth can I talk to men."

"May I ask my boss, what truth are you planning to tell me?"

"Xilan."

"Oh?" I said calmly, "Do you know him?"

"There is no one in the demon world who doesn't know him."

The boss raised his glass and drank, and then said: "As an outsider, I single-handedly planned to assassinate the apostle. Although the assassination failed, I was able to escape alive. This incident has been passed down as a legend to this day."

I smacked my lips and suddenly asked: "From what you said, it seems that you don't have much respect for the apostles?"

"Oh?" The boss's pupils shrank, then returned to normal. He glanced at me lightly and said with a smile, "My respect for the apostle is very pious."

"Really?" I said calmly: "Which apostle was originally in charge of this town?"

"He is dead."

"Dead?" I shook my head: "Why are you so sure that the apostle will die?"

"No matter how strong the apostle is, he cannot escape birth, aging, sickness and death. This is the law of nature."

I raised my eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you sure?"

The boss thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"I see."

"What?"

"In fact, you don't respect the apostles, and you even regard them as the same existence as you."

"This is impossible."

"No, it's entirely possible." I looked serious and said calmly: "In other towns, I have inquired about things related to the apostles more than once. I know very well that people who truly respect the apostles have a negative attitude when mentioning the apostles. Fanaticism, that comes from the heart, cannot be faked, cannot be replaced, this fanaticism has never appeared on your face.”

The boss closed his mouth and lowered his head, whether he was brewing emotions or thinking about countermeasures.

At this moment, I reached into my arms, pinched something, and slowly took it out.

Just when my hand was about to leave his clothes, the boss suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightened. At the same time, a surging magic wave suddenly burst out, and at the same time, several colorful balls rose up behind him. .

That is, dazzling pattern.

Dazzling pattern, another way of outputting magic power, is exclusive to battle mages.

The man in front of me turned out to be a member of the Battle Mage.

I just don't know if he is also a member of the Oath Keepers.