Chapter 500 Rebuilding Home and Country (16)

With just a glance, Gilad could tell that among the two old and young children who wanted to set up a table, the tall middle-aged man with a dull expression and the half-grown boy who was looking around curiously were father and son.

Because although the old man and the young man have very different temperaments, their noses and chins look as if they were poured from the same mold.

As for the fat man with a round face who came up to ask questions, he was probably just a fellow traveler.

"What can't be done?" Regarding the request to set up a table, Gilad readily agreed: "Anyway, we just had a table casually."

Girard, who was used to making decisions by slapping his forehead, didn't remember that he hadn't consulted the opinions of his tablemates until he picked up the hat placed on the free stool.

"What do you think?" Gilad asked the blond man sheepishly.

The blond man smiled tolerantly: "You don't mind, and I won't have any objections."

After that, he stood up, sat directly opposite old Dusak, and gave half of the table to the three people who wanted to share the table.

However, he didn't even take a serious look at his new tablemate. He just nodded briefly and took it as a greeting.

The round-faced fat man thanked him profusely and pulled the father and son who were traveling with him to sit down.

For the first time in his life, the half-grown boy set foot in a place belonging to adults, and he was led by his biological father. He was so excited that he wanted to take in everything around him and sat down without thinking.

But the father, who seemed a little slow, quietly paid attention to old Dussac's hat and the blond mercenary's sword.

Obviously, the father of a grown-up boy was not willing to set up this table, but the two companions had already sat down, so he did not make any trouble and sat down together.

However, the young man's father never expected that the intuition of old Dusak and the blond mercenary was far beyond ordinary people.

Although they drank a lot of wine, they were still keenly aware that the former's eyes stayed on them for "too long".

The blond man's left hand subconsciously rested on the weighted ball on the hilt of the sword.

Gilad looked at the dull middle-aged man for a moment and asked bluntly: "Brother, it seems that you have also been a servant?"

Upon hearing this, the half-grown-up father turned his head to meet the gaze of old Dusak, but did not answer.

"Good eyesight!" Fortunately, the fat man with a round face caught the words. He instinctively pulled a close hand and asked affectionately: "How did you see it?"

"Hey, I can't explain it in just a few words." Gilad smoothed his brown curly hair with silver threads, took a sip of wine, and pointed at the blond young man with the cup: "But he can understand."

He pointed at the grown-up father again: "He can understand too."

Gilad blinked at the latter: "Am I right? Brother? Just like I don't wear earrings and don't have my hair on my forehead, you can still recognize me as Dusak."

Although the father of a grown-up boy still cherished his words like gold, he nodded, which was regarded as acknowledgment of old Dusak's statement.

"May I ask, who do you work for?" Gilad asked again.

The middle-aged man, who was a few years younger than Dusak, did not answer, but asked Dusak with puzzled eyes.

"Just asking." Gilad spread his hands in good faith: "Maybe we can have a drink."

Although the dull middle-aged man was reluctant to speak, when the name was mentioned, he still puffed up his chest and replied solemnly: "Marshal Ned Smith."

Gilad was stunned. The next moment, he laughed heartily: "Then we have to have a drink."

He immediately turned around and called to the waiter: "Get some more glasses! Get another bottle of good wine!"

The round-faced fat man looked at his fellow countryman in surprise. Although he had long known that the other party made his fortune through military service, he had never heard the other party brag to others about having served under a marshal—even once.

The round-faced fat man looked at the old drinker across the table again - big nose, wide mouth, carefree blue eyes, well-tailored but inappropriately dressed fine material clothes - he looked like he came from the country. Rich man.

The round-faced fat man licked his lips and asked cautiously: "Brother, from what you said, you were once... a subordinate of a marshal?"

"'A marshal'?" Gilad was a little displeased and asked with a bluffing face: "Apart from Marshal Ned Smith, which marshal is there?"

"No! No more! Just one! Just one marshal!" The fat man with a round face shook his head like a pendulum and asked with a smile: "Are you also a subordinate of Marshal Ned... Ned Smith?"

"Subordinates? I can't talk about it." Gilad smacked his lips and said flatly: "I am just a hard-working soldier."

The round-faced fat man didn't mind at all. He asked expectantly: "So... you are also here to attend the Free People's Congress?"

"Otherwise why would I come to this crappy place?" Gilad poured the rest of the wine down his throat, wiped his mouth, slammed the glass on the table, and hummed softly: "Even the people drinking together are... Hard to find.”

"Coming."

Before anyone arrived, a sticky voice came over first.

The charming tavern proprietress held a bottle and a cup under her left arm, and held a plate high in her right hand. She moved between her back and the tables and chairs, and came to the table with several people in one step.

She first put down the plate - half of the plate was filled with pickled vegetables, and the other half was filled with sliced ​​salty fat pork - then put down the cup and wine bottle, and finally picked up old Dussac's inverted cup and poured it with her own hands. liquor.

"Don't be so hasty?" The hostess of the tavern rolled her eyes at Old Dussac.

Facing such powerful characters, Gilad also failed.

The round-faced fat man and the half-grown boy at the other end of the table were even more stunned.

"Mrs. Boss." Gilad coughed lightly, took out his wallet and handed it directly to the hostess of the tavern, and said: "Please pay attention, as long as the wine bottle on this table is empty, you can bring a new bottle. .”

"Okay." The hostess deliberately drawled. She pointed to the dishes on the plate and said with a smile, "This is a gift."

After saying that, she took away the empty wine bottle and went to entertain other guests.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to give the blond man a wink.

This time, it was the round-faced fat man and the half-grown man's turn to take some time to recover from the shock.

"I can tell you where to live!" The round-faced fat man chuckled: "If we live in the place arranged by the blood wolf, can we see such scenery?"

The young man curled his lips and asked his father in disbelief: "When you go out to do errands..."

"No." The dull middle-aged man replied concisely.

"Don't get it wrong, kid, this is a place for drinking. The boss lady's tricks are just a way to attract customers." Gilad interjected with a smile. He looked around the crowded tavern and shrugged: "It works. , isn’t it?”

The half-grown boy scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Gilad picked up the wine bottle and stood up. While pouring wine for others at the table, he teased the young man sitting opposite: "I'll buy the wine, and you'll buy the food and drinks. Now we're even."

The blond man couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Hi, I've drank two bottles of wine and haven't exchanged names yet." After pouring wine for everyone, Gilad took the initiative to announce: "I am Gilad Planinovich Mitchell. According to Pa In Latour terms, I should be called 'Mitchell Gillard'."

"My name is Mikhail, and I'm in the timber business." The fat man with a round face also introduced himself, and then helped introduce the father and son who were traveling with him: "This is Mattiya Milok, and this is Mattiya Law. you."

Old Ma Jiya nodded, and little Ma Jiya also nodded shyly.

"You can call me Siegfried." The blond man nodded.

"Then, first glass of wine." Girard raised his glass: "For Marshal Ned Smith."

"For Marshal Ned Smith." Old Madiya toasted solemnly.

Little Martiya and fat lumber merchant Mikhail also joined in.

The blond man named Siegfried smiled and said nothing.

Everyone who met by chance drank tonight's opening drink, and even little Ma Jiya drank half a glass with his father's permission - of course, because the two gentlemen had already drank a lot, so this glass of wine does not count. The opening drink is up for debate.

After drinking a glass of wine, Gilad immediately picked up a small pickle and put it into his mouth to chew.

Little Ma Jiya also imitated old Dusak, but was trembling with pain.

While others were fighting against the burning sensation rushing up their esophagus, Siegfried, who was sitting at the corner of the table, seemed not to feel anything - because he didn't drink at all.

"Ned of Tormes..." The blond swordsman stared at the reflection in the cup and let out a long sigh, which contained three parts of remembrance and seven parts of regret.

"Since you have all served under that man." Siegfried looked at old Dusak and old Majia, and asked seriously: "Can you tell me, what kind of person is Ned Smith?"

Gilad and old Madiya looked at each other.

"A brave man." Girard replied: "He led us to win countless battles."

"A kind person." Old Ma Jiya replied: "Never seeks personal gain for himself."

"Being brave doesn't necessarily mean you can win the battle." Siegfried shook his head gently: "Being kind doesn't necessarily mean being selfless."

Both Gilad and Old Majia felt a little displeased with the young man's condescending attitude towards the old marshal.

"But, I can see how much you respect him from the bottom of your heart. A commander who can win the respect of his soldiers instead of fear is worthy of the first glass of wine." Siegfried sighed again: "It's a pity. I have no chance to face him in person..."

He raised his glass and toasted alone: ​​"To Ned Smith, the greatest military strategist after the Duke of Orleans, the man who defeated the Empire twice, the founder of the Alliance, and the only marshal of the republics."

After saying that, Siegfried drank the wine in the cup.

The ignorant little Ma Jiya thought that the handsome blond man at the table had said a very powerful toast, and cheered and applauded from the sidelines.

But old Ma Jiya cast a doubtful look at old Dusak.

Gilad was also a little embarrassed and wanted to help explain, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, a sudden loud voice sounded in everyone's ears.

The lute player carrying the lute and wearing an exaggerated hat left the stage at some point and came to the wine table where several people were sitting.

"Siegfried! You guy!" The violinist covered his heart and looked at his blond companion with an unbelievable expression, as if he had suffered a great betrayal: "You have a drink and you didn't call me?"

[Tonight is short, so I will win tomorrow! ]

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