The Hearthstone Tavern had been expanded three times under Madam Marina's management.
The elderly businesswoman used the money she earned from the Dwarves and Spell Casters to buy the grocery store near the Hearthstone Tavern. Then, a week ago, she took over another jewelry store in a domineering manner.
Compared to the cramped and old inn two months ago, the current Hearthstone Tavern had been expanded to five times its original size. It was large enough to hold two to three arenas.
"Great Father of the Distant Mountains Orlick, please take away all the bad luck from me! I swear on my beard that if I get a Legendary card this time, I'll treat everyone in the tavern to a drink! "
"Elder Frostaxe, before that, you have to perform a ritual!"
"Why don't we just let that little girl Ino do it!"
The Dwarves were still the most lively guests that night. They occupied a portion of the Hearthstone Street Machine and were in no mood to battle. They began to crazily open cards.
However, there were also many Spell Casters that visited the tavern. It was already late at night, but the atmosphere in the Hearthstone Tavern was as lively as a noble's ball. The only thing missing was a symphony orchestra playing on the stage.
However, the music from the record player replaced the symphony orchestra.
"Kelo! Bring all the ale in the cellar! Lina! There's a customer that needs alcohol! "
The busiest ones tonight were the attendants serving in the tavern. Even though Madam Marina had hired more than twelve attendants, they were still insignificant in the face of close to a thousand customers.
Fortunately, most of the Spell Casters were here to purchase the new expansion of "Goblins vs Gnomes". Only a small portion of the Dwarves actually spent their energy on alcohol.
Among the Spell Casters present today, the one with the highest status was undoubtedly the Chairman of the Noland Patent Council, the Gray-Clothed Elder.
"What's Frostaxe doing?"
The Gray-Clothed Elder was dressed sloppily as usual. His dusty robe dragged on the ground, and a few young owls burrowed out of his long beard and looked around.
It wasn't until the grey-clothed man took out a few bugs from somewhere and fed them to the young owls that they were satisfied and went back.
"Praying. Recently, it's become popular among the dwarves to pray to their gods and perform the ritual before opening the card bag. It's said that this will bring good luck."
Josiah followed the grey-clothed man around the Hearthstone Tavern.
Many of the mages present knew who the great sage was. After bowing to the gray-robed man, they began to join in the celebration of the launch of the new card bag.
"Maybe I should give it a try later, but for now, Mr. Josiah Yanorod, please accept this."
The grey-clothed man believed in the metaphysics of the dwarves. Praying to the gods for good luck was a very common thing in this world.
Today, the man in gray had come to the Hearthstone Tavern in the middle of the night for the Goblin vs Gnome card pack, but there was also another important matter.
"Invitation letter?"
Josiah looked at the rolled up sheepskin scroll handed to him by the grey-clothed man. There was a wax owl seal on the scroll. This was a very formal invitation letter. Josiah opened it and began reading the contents.
"You're inviting me to be a tutor in an advanced magic academy in Noland? I … I'm not as good at magic research as my assistant. "
Josh glanced at Ciri, who was sitting in a corner of the tavern. She had participated in the closed beta testing, and with her mechanical techniques, she had already started to go on a killing spree.
If nothing unexpected happened tonight, Hiri would very likely become a legendary player.
"It's not magic research. I hope you can be a tutor for the 'programming' class. After all, no one in this world understands the use of inscriptions better than you."
Ever since the grey-clothed man received Josiah's open-source chat window application at the World Expo, he had been researching the principles behind it.
He had indeed researched it, but he could not understand a third of the inscriptions. This meant that Josiah, who wrote the program, knew far more inscriptions than he did.
Although the grey-clothed man found it unbelievable, the young man in front of him had a much deeper understanding of the world than he did.
Or perhaps … this demon?
"I'll think about it. “
Josiah did not refuse. If Josiah wanted to create a 3A masterpiece in the future, he would definitely not be able to do it alone. Even if it was a 'zero' foundation, Josiah should not give up hope.
"I'm waiting for your reply. Mr. Josiah, tonight you might have a little … trouble, no … big trouble."
Although the grey-clothed man wore a pair of high-definition round glasses, his senses had not deteriorated because of his age. He could sense a cold murderous intent outside the Hearthstone Tavern.
"Maybe it's some enthusiastic audience, the kind that sent me razor blades," Josiah said.
… …
Miser led the 'army' to the location of the Hearthstone Tavern's Devil's Army towards the tavern.
His comrades from the Sacred Army had already spread out to the streets outside the Hearthstone Tavern under the orders of the Inquisitor. If any evil beings escaped from the tavern, the Sacred Army would be the first to sense it.
Messiah himself led the Inquisitors to the area where the Hearthstone Tavern was located.
As expected …
When Messiah arrived at the opposite of the Hearthstone Tavern, the entire business district was filled with all kinds of customers.
Even though the business district of Noland was bustling at night, it was not crowded. The reason was because of the Hearthstone Tavern's signboard, which had a picture of a gnome and a gnome arm-wrestling.
"Hearthstone's new card pack, 'Gnome vs Gnome' is officially released!"
"Does the Inquisitor wish to change the plan?"
The Inquisitor who had been following Messiah had used his own abilities to disguise himself as a commoner.
From the Inquisitor's initial plan, Messiah guessed that they would use their disguises to enter the Hearthstone Tavern and kill the Chaos Demons hiding inside.
Messiah did not know the specifics, but with the Inquisitor's special abilities, the Church would not get involved in a political dispute like 'openly killing people in Noland'.
The Inquisitors did not have any obvious characteristics like the Sacred Army. Their attacks did not have any form.
However, the guests that entered the Hearthstone Tavern far exceeded their expectations. They were not simple-minded dwarves, nor were they drunkards or pickpockets.
Instead, they were a group of people that represented the highest class in Noland. Spellcasters … One after another, the spellcasters entered the Hearthstone Tavern.
Among them were the most ordinary Magician's Apprentices, but there were also many powerful Archmages.
Did this small tavern house half of the spellcasters in Noland?
The Inquisitor's eyes were not bad. From the unique clan insignia on the spellcasters' clothes, he found out where they came from.
The Wolfblood Family from the Land of Frost, the Otto Family from the Iron Nation, the Burning Ash Family from the Gray Desert Nation …
These were all well-known clans in the world.
With such a setup, this was a celebration party in a small tavern. It could be considered a founding ceremony of a large country.
"No need to change."
However, this was not the first time the Inquisitor had to carry out a mission in a party with so many 'not to be messed with'.
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