MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 8 Eight · Buzz Tavern

   Chapter 8 Eight · Buzz Tavern

  The wooden tables and chairs were placed randomly, and the entire first floor of the hotel looked like a chaotic gathering place, filled with all kinds of people.

  People are chatting freely in the hotel, drinking Imperial beer, the bar is full, people are always complaining about the recent instability in the north of the Empire, the business road is not smooth and so on.

   Owner Filda Gretz and his wife Jolie run the buzzing hotel.

  Filda is from the southern Rick collar, with a sober attitude and shrewd judgment. He is responsible for dealing with business transactions, and it is rare to see Felda without frowning. Jolly, by comparison, lives up to her name, with a perpetual smile on her face, and her loud laughter echoes throughout the hotel—she manages the bar and deals with customers, and her raspy Nordic accent always speaks for itself. It has become a source of joy for many passing tourists.

   In the back kitchen separated by a curtain, the two chefs were busy, the fire in the fireplace was blazing vigorously, and pots of thick broth were continuously brought into the hall from the back kitchen.

In the center of the hall, the whole lamb roasted on the bonfire grill is steaming hot, and the smell of meat is constantly wafting inside the hotel. The bard who lives in the hotel is playing the shamisen in his hand. Drunk red.

No one will refuse a hearty relaxation. In the middle of the hotel, a few people are gathered around the bonfire, dancing the unique tap dance of the north to the sound of the piano. The tourists around the table are drinking with smiles on their faces, raising their glasses and shouting for the dancers. cheers.

  Lairn saw an empty table in the corner of the hall, walked over quietly, and put down the package behind him.

Soon a maid came to him. The exposed and hot maid glanced at Laren's uniform and didn't care. The Buzz Hotel never lacked soldiers, and some guests saw that Captain Krill would occasionally appear at the place. Private area, drinking alone.

   "Serve you~ Warrior" The maid smiled and bent down her slender waist, deliberately showing the spring at her neckline, and said delicately.

  Lyren just glanced and looked away, put his hands on the table, and smiled at the maid: "I need a fourth-class room and a dinner."

Seeing that Laren's eyes showed no nostalgia, the maid immediately became interested in the soldier in the old military uniform in front of him, handed a parchment menu, and asked, "Are you alone, we don't have many empty rooms. "

   In the past, when she did this, some guests would give more than a dozen copper coins as tips as if they had taken away their souls.

"It's just me." Lailen ordered two pieces of brown bread, a large glass of rye beer and a serving of broth, then took out two silver coins from his pocket and handed them to the maid, "These should be enough to pay, as for the rest. Take it as your tip, beautiful lady."

   "Oh~ thank you." The maid smiled charmingly at Lallen. After deducting the cost of accommodation and dinner, there was at least one silver coin left. Such good things were not common.

   As soon as she turned around, the corners of her mouth became frivolous.

  Oh, another lascivious guy.

   Laren didn't know what the maid thought of him, so he unpacked the package and took out the letter, and put it on his body.

   What he has seen can be said to be well-informed. If he can't resist this temptation, he can only say that he has seen less.

  Only a young and vigorous boy would have such an impulsive impulse, and the former Laren was over thirty years old, and he had experienced everything that should have been experienced, and he was not so hungry for this aspect.

   The reason why he gave a large tip was to hide people's eyes and ears. From the moment he stepped into the hotel, Laren noticed that someone was staring at him.

   No one would believe that a full-blooded Imperial soldier would not react at all to a scantily clad woman, either he hid well or he was not a man.

   and lavish spending, it makes Lailun look like a stupefied young man who doesn't know how to do anything.

   Sure enough, his gaze disappeared.

   Soon, the maid first brought Lailun a wooden sign, which was the proof of staying in the hotel, with the room number engraved on it. She turned around and went to the back kitchen to fetch dinner for Laylen, handed the tableware and left.

   The brown bread was just out of the oven, still warm and soft in texture. Lailen tore two pieces of brown bread into pieces and soaked one of them in a large bowl of broth.

   To his right were a few guys dressed as adventurers, and they were talking loudly about the war in Nordland in the north this spring.

  The transportation between towns and cities in the medieval world was inconvenient, and the transmission of information was also very difficult. The people at the bottom were full of curiosity about the outside world. An adventurer noticed that people around him were listening to their words.

   He couldn't help shouting loudly: "The guys in front of me **** their pants when they saw such a big war mammoth!"

   "Isn't it? The Yankee's beast rushes up, it's dead!"

   "The Yankee's longship is at least two Berg Castles as big!"

   Others at the table echoed the road.

  Lyren ate his dinner in silence, listening to what the adventurers were discussing aloud.

I am very clear about what happened at this point in time. In the spring of 2502 of the imperial calendar, the Norsca raiders, which numbered far more than 20,000 people, invaded the Nord and Ost territories in the northern part of the empire. The country roads are also full of Norsca predators.

   Judging from the losses at the end of the war, the empire was defeated and the Norsca people made a lot of money. It was not until a year later that the emperor of the empire led his army north to support the Nord Territory, and the Norsca plunderers who invaded this time were completely driven away.

   Several adventurers stopped discussing this topic, and Laylen noticed that on the table on the other side of the hotel, several Norsca mercenaries looked up and stared at them fiercely.

  The adventurer continued to stare at the hot maids wandering in the crowd, talking about the same topics.

   Just as some imperial people believe in cults, not all Norsca people believe in Chaos God, there are some exceptions, but only a small proportion.

   His Majesty Ludwig, the Emperor of the Empire "Savior" 200 years ago, treated the naturalized Norsca people with great tolerance.

   They are often seen along the northern coast of the empire. The reason for these Norsca people "deviation" from the Chaos Evil God is very simple, most of them think that the four evil gods are "stupid X".

   After dinner, Laren rubbed the corner of his mouth and was about to pick up the package and go upstairs.

   However, he found that Qiao Li, the proprietress of the buzzing hotel, brought a glass of wine, and her long yellow and green dress was swaying, and she was walking towards him. The proprietress may be over 40 years old, but the overall maintenance is very good.

   She smiled and said, "Brave soldier, would you like to have a glass of freshly brewed mead? The taste is mellow and sweet, guaranteed to satisfy you."

   said, and handed the plate to Lallen.

   "I'm afraid I don't have any extra money to pay for this glass of mead. Ask the other guests, there will definitely be drinkers who want to taste it." Lallen stood up, slung the package across his shoulders, and reached out his hand to politely refuse.

   The proprietress's smile deepened and continued: "Oh~ you are a distinguished second-class guest, you can taste this glass of wine for free."

   "Second-class guest?"

  Laylen hesitated for a moment, then looked at a maid in the crowd, and understood something. The latter had just poured drinks for the guests, noticed Laylen's gaze, stood up straight, and smiled charmingly at him from a distance.

   "What? Didn't you book a second-class room?" Qiao Li, the proprietress, asked with her smile unchanged.

"Oh, I remembered it wrong." Laren retracted his gaze, and turned to take the glass of mead on the plate, the amber liquor dazzling the fireplace, "It's the second-class room, may Uric bless you, Kind lady."

   The proprietress Qiao Li smiled sweetly, "You are the first guy to call me Mrs. Your mouth is so sweet, I wish you a happy stay, honorable guest." She turned and left.

   "I have a question for Madam." Lallen stopped Jolly.

   "Well, please say it, you know everything."

   "Merchant Adol Overland, does Madam know him?"

The proprietress in front of    was silent for a while, and asked with some alertness: "What are you doing with Ofron?"

   "Someone asked me to send him a letter, I need to give it to him myself." Lailen raised her eyebrows, blinked her eyes, and pretended to know nothing.

  Jolly looked Laren up and down, looked at the military uniform on him with complicated eyes, and suddenly asked: "Are you a soldier at the garrison outpost in the West Drakovald Forest? Captain Toka won't be your commander, right?"

   "Hmm" Lallen "looked awkward" and seemed to be struggling with whether or not to say it.

   "I see." The proprietress Qiao Li smiled, paused, and said casually: "Young soldier, I advise you to give up this mission and go back earlier, otherwise, you will regret coming here."

   "Ofron isn't as kind as I am, trust me, you wouldn't want to know him."

   After listening to the proprietress's words, Lailun lowered his head, and said in frustration, "But I want to send this letter, or the boss will deduct all my money for the second half of the year."

   "After a comfortable night here, hurry up and leave Bray Town tomorrow morning. Your life is more important than the money in the second half of the year, young soldier." Qiao Li didn't want to say anything, she twisted her waist and left.

  Lyren habitually narrowed his eyes and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his heart.

  Buzzing hotel guests are black and white, big and small things happen from time to time, it is reasonable to say that the proprietress can't be so afraid of a businessman.

   Unless the latter has great financial power, influence alone is enough to deter others.

   "This Ofron, I really want to visit." Lallen rubbed his chin, thinking of a plan.

   September 17, 2052 in the imperial calendar.

   "Good morning, distinguished guest, your breakfast is ready, do you need to bring it in?" There was a soft knock on the door, and only guests who booked a second-class room could enjoy the meal delivery service.

  In the early morning, the sun shines through the sunny window and shines on the man on the blanket bed, his face cut with a knife and axe looks heroic, he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes.

   On the low cabinet by the bed are his packages and a wooden wine glass.

   I have to say that the mead in the buzzing hotel is really good. The amber liquor tastes sweet and has a malt aroma, and it helps sleep. This is the most comfortable sleep Lallen has ever had in the Middle Ages.

   However, the sound insulation of the room is really not very good. In the middle of the night, there was a sound of male panting and female screaming from the next room, which affected Laren a little.

   "Thank you for your hard work, let's bring it in." Laren stretched comfortably, then lifted the quilt and put on his clothes swiftly.

   Wearing a soldier's uniform in Bray Town is too conspicuous. The blue and white color is incompatible with the main color of the whole town.

  The door was pushed open, and a hotel clerk stepped into the room with a dinner plate a little recklessly, almost fell, but fortunately the plate didn't fall over.

   After placing the prepared breakfast on the wooden table in the room, the hotel clerk bowed slightly. When he was about to leave, Lailun asked, "What time is it?"

   "Uh, about half past six, guest."

   "6:30" Lallen thoughtfully asked the hotel clerk, "Is the pastor of the Sigma Church in Bray Town still old Zeis?"

   "It's still him. Our boss said that guy has no connections, and he can only be a pastor in this small church in the future." After finishing speaking, the hotel clerk closed the door behind him.

  After the hotel clerk left, Lallen pushed open the sunny window and looked out the window.

   On the street opposite the hotel, the light was still a little dim, and the crowd gradually increased. The whole town started a new day of life, and people had to work for the new day's livelihood.

  After eating breakfast, Laylen went downstairs to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, with the package straddled behind her back.

   Several clerks and hotel maids were cleaning the tabletops and floors. The **** was piled up in one place and put them into drums. They were lifted by two sturdy men and carried out of the hotel through the small door.

   "Young soldier, you got up really early." Milfs' proprietress Qiao Li was sitting behind the bar by herself, wiping the wine glasses and putting them in order. Seeing Laren coming downstairs, she said with a smile.

  Lyren nodded politely, ordered a glass of ale, sat on the seat next to the bar, and asked casually, "Where's Boss Philda? Why didn't you see him?"

The proprietress rolled her eyes and complained as she took out a bottle of ale from the wine rack behind her, filled a glass and handed it to Lallen: "That dead man is busy shopping again, there have been a lot of guests these two days, and later The food storage in the kitchen warehouse is not enough, and Felda drags the two guys around all day long, he is comfortable, and all the dirty and tiring work is left to me."

   "The business of the boss is booming." Lailen smiled and took a sip of ale, sipping the mellow wheat fragrance between his lips and teeth.

"I barely have a meal to eat, and I'm busy running a hotel all day, and it's not just a few pieces of brown bread, and I also have to deal with those soldiers under the lord's hands. One more son and one less son is not prosperous. ."

   Seeing that the bottom of the Laren Cup was empty, Qiao Li smiled and asked, "Have another cup?"

   "Forget it, I don't have a few copper coins on my body. If you drink it again, you'll have to drink the Northwest Wind." Lailun jokingly took out two copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the bar.

   The proprietress took the two copper coins and put them in the cash box. She got up and took advantage of the situation to lean towards Laren's position. Laren's nose could smell the perfume on her body.

  Jolly bent over, leaning on the bar with her arms, the tight neckline of her jacket wrapped around the huge bulge, and carried it heavily on the table.

   "Are you still going to deliver that letter?" She tilted her head, revealing her fair neck, her tone playful.

   "Of course." Lailun met her gaze calmly, without looking sideways.

   After a while, the proprietress said, "Your performance sets off a seasoned, young soldier who doesn't fit his age."

  Jolly sat down again and wiped Lallen's wine glass: "Yesterday I deliberately tipped the maid more to hide people's eyes and ears, am I right?"

  Laylen was silent, nodded, and slowly touched the dagger around his waist with one hand. Many people disappeared in the buzzing hotel.

The proprietress raised her hands, indicating that there was no threat to Laren, and smiled tactfully: "The visitor is a guest, I don't want to get involved in your affairs, such a big hotel is enough for me to do my work, and I need to take care of a few more things, my head. Can't keep up."

   "I just want to remind you that if you run early before Ofron gets angry, you might be able to survive."

   "One more ale." The two copper coins were slapped on the table, and Lallen's expression was flat.

   Soon, a glass of ale was handed over to the bar.

After    took the wine glass, Lallen raised his head and sullen, then turned around and walked out of the hotel door, saying:

   "Thank you for the reminder, Mrs Jolly."

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  Thanks to the book friends for the reward!

   (end of this chapter)