Harvest Inn was a gathering place for some of the lone wolf players.
During the break before entering the next dungeon, the lone wolf players would come here to trade the spoils of war from the previous dungeon. Most of the time, it was just small trades. Occasionally, when the best items appeared, it would form a large scale trade.
Of course, if Lemour the Alchemist was here, it would be an exception.
However, the alcoholic alchemist wasn't here today.
Lawless, who usually stayed in the inn, wasn't around either. After Kieran sent a message to Lawless, he glanced over the inn which had only a handful of customers.
Rachel, the lady owner, was standing behind the bar counter, carefully wiping glasses. Her golden hair was shining under the spotlight, shining on her purple overalls and white dress, making her look energetic, capable, and had her own unique charm.
However, the lone wolf players who frequented the inn knew the lady owner's true colors. None of them dared to take a second glance at her, lowering their heads and minding their own business.
That was why they didn't notice Rachel's absent-minded expression when Kieran walked in.
"Raven …"
The soft mutterings sounded like a mosquito.
Rachel looked at Kieran blankly.
The black figure and the Fire Raven on his left shoulder started to overlap and fuse with the figure that she had never forgotten in her heart.
"Hey, Rachel!"
Kieran waved at her.
"Mm!"
Rachel replied and lowered her head in silence. She looked like she was wiping the glasses but her white handkerchief had completely stopped moving.
Rachel then turned around and showed her back to Kieran.
Drops of moisture appeared on the white velvet handkerchief.
Kieran touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little awkward.
It was different from Lawless' unscrupulous attitude.
Although Kieran acknowledged Rachel as his friend, maybe because of the difference between a man and a woman, he couldn't be as natural as Lawless.
Besides, Kieran knew he wasn't good at such a scene.
So, he walked over to Raven who was sitting in the corner.
"Not a bad follower!"
Raven said after sizing up the Fire Raven on Kieran's shoulder.
This was the first thing he said after Kieran sat down.
"Where is the person who sold the Follower Contract?"
Kieran asked bluntly.
The moment he stepped into Harvest Inn, he took a quick glance around.
Other than Galen, there were a few other solo players around. However, none of them had uploaded any items or screenshots.
"There!"
After Galen pointed to another corner of the tavern, he lowered his head and stroked the cat in his arms.
Kieran had observed the cat.
They were probably the stray cats and dogs that could be seen everywhere in the huge city. There was nothing special about them.
Seeing that Leit did not intend to speak anymore, Kieran had a deeper understanding of the other party's title of 'Loner'. After gesturing at Leit, he walked towards the other corner of the tavern, not caring whether Leit saw him or not.
The Harvest Tavern was not big.
It only took him a few big steps to get from one corner to another.
Kieran walked over to the corner, pulled out a chair and sat down, then asked directly.
"You have a follower contract?"
"Yes."
The player nodded and showed Kieran a screenshot.
[Name: Follower Contract]
[Type: Contract]
[Rarity: Magic]
[Attribute: Sign a contract with a lawful being (Not including natives) to become your follower and fight side by side with you.]
[Prerequisite: None]
[Remark: You can choose anything within the rules. Cats, dogs, birds … as long as you aren't afraid of them dying!]
…
Below the screenshot was the price: 100000.
It was the average price in the market.
Kieran glanced over the [Follower Contract]. After proposing the trade, he placed his attention on the player before him.
He was wearing a camouflage bulletproof vest with a big pistol at his waist. Kieran couldn't tell what kind of pistol it was, but it should be a custom made one. Inside the vest was a military shirt, the pants were also multi-purpose military pants, and on his feet was a pair of military boots.
If it wasn't for the pistol, the player would look like a newbie player who bought a set from the system shop.
"Disguise? Or does it have other functions that I don't know of? "
Kieran wondered after his habitual comment.
However, to Kieran's surprise, the player rejected the trade.
“2567？”
The player asked.
Even though the system had covered its face, Kieran could hear the disdain in the player's tone.
Kieran raised a brow but didn't answer. He looked at the player quietly.
I, the General, will never sell anything to anyone related to that bastard Lawless! "
The player said.
General?
Kieran concentrated his thoughts and at the next moment, he remembered what Lawless said before.
"General?
That bastard who always stole my business isn't dead yet? "
"That bastard is my competitor in the mercenary business. His strength is average, but his reputation … is guaranteed!"
…
When the words came into his mind, Kieran knew the trade was over.
Lawless wasn't a saint.
He had friends and enemies.
Kieran and Lawless were friends. Although the player before him wasn't Lawless' enemy, he was definitely a competitor.
Although both of them didn't fight each other, the mocking and ridiculing between them was inevitable.
The enemy of an enemy could be a friend.
So, what was a friend's competitor?
An enemy!
It was almost a no-brainer.
Kieran stood up and left without a second thought.
As for staying and continuing the trade?
Kieran had never thought of such a thing.
While enjoying the convenience provided by Lawless, he still hoped that Lawless' competitor would speak nicely to him.
Kieran wasn't that naive.
He wasn't that shameless either.
Since the trade didn't go through, Kieran didn't plan to stay in Harvest Inn for long. After bidding farewell to Rachel, Kieran was ready to leave.
However, before Kieran could say goodbye, Rachel placed a glass of wine in front of him.
[Name: Orange Light Sorante]
[Type: Alcohol]
[Rarity: Fresh]
[Attributes: Recovers 100 HP within 10 seconds, Stamina recovery rate + 100%]
[Prerequisites: None]
[Remarks: This is a special cocktail made by player Rachel. The taste is extraordinary and it has a special effect!]
...
Kieran looked at Rachel in confusion as he picked up the glass.
"Drink it!
It's good for you! "
Rachel said softly.
"Do I have a choice?"
Kieran smiled and raised his glass.
Kieran knew from experience that when Rachel spoke in such a calm tone, she was at her most serious.
It would be best for him to play along.
More so, Kieran believed that Rachel wouldn't harm him.
So, Kieran emptied the glass in a single gulp.
The wine in the glass smelled a little pungent, but it tasted sour and sweet. It wasn't as spicy as he thought it would be.
"Kind of like …"
Before the last word "juice" could escape his mouth, Kieran fell on the bar counter and started to snore.
The moment Kieran fell asleep, a voice rang out.
The system notification popped up.
[Player has drunk Osiris Brew …]
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