Chapter 432
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Noland.
Josiah walked along the commercial street near the White Wattle Theatre and arrived at the branch of the Hearthstone Tavern.
This brand new Hearthstone Tavern was decorated in the style of a tavern. At night, the orange-yellow crystal lamps gave off a warm feeling.
If winter came to Noland, there was nothing more wonderful than ordering a warm ale in a tavern during a snowy day.
Josiah pushed open the tavern's door and felt that the atmosphere inside was a little off.
The most common customers of the Hearthstone Tavern were dwarves. According to Madam Marina's incomplete statistics, dwarves made up a third of the Hearthstone players. They were much more extravagant when it came to purchasing card bags than the cash-strapped human spellcasters.
As far as the eye could see, the main customers of this new tavern were also a group of dwarves, because there was no lack of dwarven blacksmiths in the commercial street.
Some of the dwarves took the opportunity to come and play during their break. They did not even wash off the cinders and dust on their bodies. Their faces were covered in dust like beggars.
That was why Hearthstone Tavern didn't look like a high-end place no matter how one looked at it.
However, Josiah liked the warm atmosphere and walked straight to the bar counter of the new tavern.
"Is there anything I can help you with? Wait … Why are you here? "
The tavern attendant was someone that Josiah was not too familiar with. She was one of the traitors from the Court of Heresy, Sister Shirley Sktan.
She also had another unknown identity in Noland. She was the author of the number one novel in the Immovable Library, "Diary of a Heresy Judge".
"I own this tavern, why can't I come here?"
Josiah leaned against the counter and looked at the nun who was in a "working" state.
If he thought about it carefully, this nun's name was similar to the name of a certain king in the Land of Frost.
"Uh … Hmm …"
After recalling Josh's true identity, she was at a loss for words, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Don't I pay you every month?" Josiah asked the nun for a glass of ale, then looked at her and asked, "Why do you still want this job? To experience life? "
"I want to move out of the magic tower and live somewhere else." The nun wiped the cup in her hand with a rag and said to Josiah, "My friend Dinessa seems to have fallen in love with a manor in the center of Noland, and I heard that the manor is on sale."
"The manor at the center of Noland …"
Although Josiah didn't know much about the real estate prices in this city, Josiah understood how expensive the things she wanted to buy were just from this series of keywords.
"Which one do you want to buy? I don't know how many years you'll have to work here to earn enough." Josiah said.
"Five years to be exact. If you're so generous every month, I'll have enough to save up for five years. Right now, I'm only working to eat every day." She said.
Josiah remembered … If he worked at the Hearthstone Tavern, he could eat a free meal every day. It seemed very luxurious for a commoner.
"Cheryl, you just need to wait for a while. I have a chance to make a lot of money for you." Josiah said.
"I don't accept assassination missions." The nun righteously rejected the devil's bewitchment. "I'm not in this line of work anymore!"
"It's not an assassination mission. I'm talking about you as an author. Someone is going to buy your book, and he might visit Nolan in a month."
"Buy … my book?"
Cheryl didn't really understand why someone would want to buy her diary.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to you in detail when the time comes," Josiah said.
Cheryl looked at the strange smile on Josiah's face and felt that the demon was thinking about something strange. But in the past few months, Josiah had proven to her that he was much more trustworthy than the Tribunal of Heresy.
As long as Cheryl kept the "Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor" updated every day, Josiah would give her a large sum of money every month. This allowed the former Inquisitor who only knew how to "kill" to live a normal life in Noland.
When she escaped from the Tribunal of Heresy, she was prepared to live a poor life eating dirt every day. Fortunately, with Josiah's help, she didn't have to worry about food every day.
The nun's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise in the Hearthstone Tavern.
It wasn't the sound of dwarves shouting that could be heard everywhere in the tavern!
Josiah's attention was also attracted. When Josiah looked towards the direction of the sound, he saw a very … familiar scene.
"Jonasi! This is the third time you've knocked off Madam Chyna's Inscription class and come to this tavern! Come back with me! "
"Wait, Mother! I'm about to win!! "
An elderly woman kept pulling on the arm of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The boy was in the middle of a Hearthstone duel. Unfortunately, before he could finish the match, his mother found him.
"Win? You only know how to play this every day! Why didn't I see you win against that Katana kid in Defense Magic class? If you don't want to get your butt smacked by the staff again, get lost! "
"But Mother! Katana can't win against me in Hearthstone! "The boy shouted with a last glimmer of hope.
However, this sentence enraged the older woman.
"If Katana's family hears what you said, they will only treat you as a laughing stock! Don't embarrass yourself here! Come back with me! "
The stalemate lasted for a long time. Cheryl saw that the noise was getting louder and louder and seemed to be ready to intervene.
However, Josiah waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care.
"We don't care about other people's matters. As long as she follows the tavern's rules, it's fine." Josiah remembered that the tavern's rules didn't have a rule that said 'Parents are not allowed to bring back a boy who skipped class'.
However, Josiah felt that he should add a rule that said 'Minors are not allowed to enter' to the tavern?
"Does this happen often?"
By the time Josh finished his sentence, the young man's mother had already led him out of the tavern. This scene caused the surrounding dwarves to burst out in laughter that could only be described as heroic.
"This is the fourth time."
This nun seemed to have been an attendant here for a long time.
"This also caused some of the nobles who visited Noland to view Hearthstone as a low-class activity."
She glanced at the scenery of the tavern behind Josiah.
The interior of the Hearthstone Tavern was very simple, to the point that it was a little shabby.
In the eyes of some nobles, the tavern itself was a dirty and chaotic place. Even Hearthstone was popular among all casters in Noland.
However, the decorations of the Hearthstone Tavern and the noisy dwarves had become the most difficult hurdle for nobles with high statuses to enter.
"Is that so?"
Josiah didn't mind that the number of people who played Hearthstone was limited. As long as the game was interesting, there would always be new people joining.
However, Josiah didn't want Hearthstone to be seen as a 'game that only lowly people play' in the future.
As a player, Josiah had experienced that period of time on Earth.
It was an era where players were looked down upon by everyone. In this world, Josiah didn't want that to happen.
In a month's time, the portal to Noland would open again. At that time, nobles and merchants from all over the world would come to visit.
"Maybe I should organize a competition." Josiah said softly.
"Competition?"
"Hold a Hearthstone tournament in Nolan's territory."
Josiah thought that this was the most direct method. It was to let everyone know that an outstanding player could also win the glory of the world!
"So it looks like we need to start working on it this month. Just the two versions alone aren't that interesting." Josiah said.
"Are you going to release a new card bag? Or … take a risk? "
The nun held her purse vigilantly and looked at the sighing demon in front of her.
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