Chapter 279
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Three days later, late at night, at a tavern called Blackwood Goblet at the end of Squirrel Street.
This tavern used to be a little famous in Squirrel Street, and some dwarves were regular customers of this tavern. But ever since a tavern called Hearthstone became famous in Norland, the other taverns had been having a hard time.
The dwarves swarmed into the tavern named Hearthstone as if they were possessed. Even if the tavern was so crowded that there was no place to stand, there would still be an endless stream of dwarves patronizing it. It was as if they were a bunch of 'magic addicts'.
Their fellow taverns even soothed themselves with twisted jealousy by saying things like 'it's best if that tavern is turned into ruins by the swarm of dwarves!'
Blackwood Goblet was one of the luckier taverns in Noland in the Great Depression, since it was opened on Squirrel Street.
Thanks to the movie, many Noland residents had recently gone to Squirrel Street for sightseeing, which increased the number of customers visiting Blackwood Goblet every day.
Still, there was one thing: no matter how good a human drunkard's tolerance was, they could not compare to a dwarf who had just turned ten!
Late at night, the Black Wood Mug was even more desolate. A few drunkards were scattered on the tables, unconscious. An old lady holding a rag in front of the bar was shouting at a young man at the top of her voice.
"Holmes! You've been fooling around there again! If I don't see you again in the day, don't even think about getting your pay! "
"Madam Elena … I … went to participate in a competition." Though the young man said so, his eyes and cheeks were filled with bruises. No matter how one looked at it, he looked like he had just participated in a brawl.
"Competition? Talking nonsense underground with those stupid orcs again? If you want to hear it, I can explain it to you right now! "
The tavern owner was about to yell at him with her duck-like voice when a baby's cries rang out in the tavern.
The young man called Holme immediately ran to the other side of the bar counter and found a baby girl in an open cupboard. Holme immediately hugged the baby girl.
"A kid like you who only knows how to dream every day won't be able to keep her alive. I think you should just throw her to the orcs for lunch. Maybe they'll give you some money!" The tavern owner's voice had completely covered the baby's cries.
Holmes ignored the tavern owner's sarcasm. He looked at the skinny baby girl in the swaddling clothes. There was a protruding keratin on the middle of her forehead.
He kept trying to comfort her, trying to make her stop crying.
But Holmes suddenly realized that the baby girl had not eaten much for almost a day. Even he had not eaten much for almost a day.
He looked around and when he saw the milk mixed into the drinks behind the inn owner, his eyes flickered for a moment.
But soon, a wooden cup flew to his feet and hit the ground with a loud sound.
"If you want to eat, then work hard! And that little girl, I order you to throw her away! She's just like her mother! "The tavern owner said.
The baby's cries grew louder under the tavern owner's shrill voice. It had risen to a disturbing level and the tavern owner seemed to have reached the end of his patience.
"Get that bastard out …" Before the tavern owner could finish his words, the tavern door was pushed open.
If it was an ordinary customer, the tavern owner wouldn't have minded yelling at her. But she saw a magic carriage at the entrance!
Ever since the World Expo, magic carriages had become the symbol of the upper class. Only the nobles and wealthy merchants could afford such magical machines.
She immediately realized that an incredible person had come to the tavern. Amidst her surprise, the bitter expression on her face disappeared without a trace. Her face was instantly filled with a smile, making one wonder if the muscles on her face were fluid like slime.
"Excuse me … Is there anything you need?"
She carefully asked the group of people that entered the tavern. There were a total of three people. The leader seemed to be a middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure. His appearance and temperament had a unique charm.
The tavern owner felt that the man in front of her was very familiar. She had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.
Without waiting for her to enter her memories, the other party began to introduce himself.
"Hello, I'm a merchant from the Klia Merchant Group. You can call me Kelman."
"Kelman … Y-Aren't you … the person that appeared on the paper?" The tavern owner suddenly remembered seeing the man in front of her.
The 'paper' on the bulletin board of Squirrel Street was very realistic, almost like a real person. She remembered seeing the man in front of her on a piece of paper titled 'This Demon Isn't Too Cold'.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else."
As an actor, the Knight Of The White Thorn didn't blush when he spoke. This time, he wasn't visiting as a theater owner, but as a merchant.
"I'm here to purchase your tavern, madam," The Knight Of The White Thorn glanced at the surroundings of the tavern, then at the tavern owner.
"Purchasing the tavern?!"
The tavern owner instantly became vigilant. This tavern was her property. Although the recent business was depressing to the point of despair and she had the thought of selling the tavern, she wouldn't sell her property cheaply.
"Five thousand gold coins."
An old woman standing behind the Knight Of The White Thorn suddenly said.
"We're willing to spend five thousand gold coins to purchase your tavern."
The tavern owner's heart skipped a beat when she heard the figure. This amount of gold coins was almost two years' worth of revenue, and this was under the premise that the damned 'Hearthstone Tavern' hadn't opened for business yet.
With the current state of depression, it would take her five or even ten years to earn that much money by selling ale that was only worth a few copper coins.
"This is Squirrel Street. Don't you know that more and more people are coming to Squirrel Street?!" Although the tavern owner was a little tempted, she didn't want to give up on this tavern so easily.
The old woman behind the Knight Of The White Thorn was about to speak but was interrupted by a baby's cry.
This thoroughly enraged the tavern owner. She was in the middle of a huge business deal, and that little brat might ruin it. Just when the tavern owner was about to yell at the two to get lost, a young man behind the Knight Of The White Thorn approached the tavern owner in surprise.
Another young man behind Lord White Thorny Flower walked over in surprise. Lord White Thorny Flower gestured to the tavern owner to calm down.
"Please be more tolerant of those children."
The old woman beside the Knight Of The White Thorn said.
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