Chapter 5: Tree Vine Bar ()

Carlo City is still shrouded in a quiet atmosphere. As the border city of the Elf Empire, although foreigners - especially humans - account for a lot of population, the traditional Elf people still maintain the tone of life in this city - comfort and tranquility.

The walls of Carlo City are not piled up from stones like humans, but are grown in pure plant structures. There are guardians of the elves around and in the inner city: ancient trees of war.

The height of nearly 80 meters makes people look up to it. Every tree is extremely lush. When the breeze blows, you can always smell the fragrance. The city lord's mansion in the city is located in the center of the city. It is completely dug a tree hole in the center of a huge ancient tree to live in people, clearly reflecting a feeling of harmonious coexistence between the elves and nature.

As an important city on the border, the trade in Carlo City is always busy. Although it has darkened, the show has just begun for the elves who are used to night walks and the various mercenaries who have nowhere to vent their desires.

The streets are paved with bluestone, and there is a tree lamp standing on the roadside every distance. What is different from the human kingdom is that there is never a torch here, but a substance similar to the phosphor. Many people have never explored what is in the round, like a lampshade. Anyway, pedestrians with normal brightness are basically enough to see the road under their feet.

After crossing two streets and bypassing the bustling free trade market, many steps into a small bar, with beautiful fonts hanging from the big sign outside the door - "Tree Vine Bar".

Unlike most people imagine, there is no bustling scene in the bar. Although most of them are mercenaries who have nowhere to spend time and second-hand dealers who ask about various news, they abide by the rules of the elves-the elves will not care who you are. Anyway, every unlucky person who makes a big fuss in the bar will be thrown into the manger behind the store by the barman in the hotel with his calf. Over time, it has become a mixture of fish and dragons. Many delicate ladies of the elves and noble daughters of humans will sometimes come here to experience the various life of all living beings.

It is best not to cause trouble and make noise here, because you don’t know whether the woman drinking "Purple Rose" wine in front of you is the scout of the third-rate mercenary group or the daughter of the Earl’s family. Don’t think about distinguishing from the clothes. The elves’ territory is extremely disgusted and despised by the human aristocratic clothing that is like peacocks. They generally believe that being close to nature is true beauty, which leads to the fact that all the clothes you see are all looking at, except for the different styles, the colors are basically close to the green walls with vines hanging on them.

This makes many people highly evaluate the elves - they are really angry and helpless about the various things they encounter before coming to this world.

But now I am indeed poor. Many of them touched their shriveled wallets. Although they had enough food and clothing, they were still a bit far from the word "rich".

At least many of them always sighed secretly when they looked at the leather armor and equipment marked astronomical prices in the central commercial area. However, their strength was not good, so they could only take on some irrelevant small tasks, which was only enough to make a meal.

There is really no way to do this in the mercenary industry. In fact, many guys like this are honestly a waiter, washing dishes, etc., living a peaceful life in Carlo City is not a bad idea.

However, after all, there is a kind of person who cannot live without war and a passionate battle career, and many of them are precisely one of these people.

The special forces of the army, the mercenary after being discharged from the army, and to the current small mercenary in Carlo City, he has no way to return to his normal life.

If the mission fails and you come back alone, this is not a big deal in many cases. Those dead guys are not worth mentioning at all. After being a mercenary for a long time, they will naturally take life and death lightly. No matter how they were with you before, they will die if they die. This is the result of being a good person. There is no need to spend any effort to think about them.

Many were in a bad mood. He was sitting at the bar counter with a crossbow on his back. Paul, the bar owner and friend with purple hair, asked for a cup of "Red Dragon", and many had planned their next goals.

The blood-red wine is filled with a cup carved into a dragon-like appearance, with a cluster of faint flames burning on it. "Red Dragon" is one of the few strong wines that are famous for Tree Vine. It is extremely sweet and mellow when you drink it, and it makes your stomach experience the pleasure of being burned by dragon breath in the next ten seconds. It can be said to be the signature strong wine of Tree Vine Bar.

When Paul recommended this glass of wine for the first time, he said it was like the temper of the Red Dragon clan - extremely hot.

Of course, no one has verified the specific temper of the Red Dragon Clan.

As soon as I took a sip of wine, a few "greetings" came from behind me - "Many, are you still alive? Have you learned to sneak? Our great sixth-level scout?" Many bearded man in leather armor grinned and sarcastically.

In fact, when mercenaries call each other privately, no one would call each other together. It is obvious that this person is deliberately making many levels public, and anyone can hear the irony in his words.

But after all, he was in the elves territory, so he didn't dare to speak too loudly.

"I can't even sneak up as a scout? Captain, are you kidding? Then can he use bows and arrows?" The boy who was following the conversation, of course, understood whether many bows and arrows could be used. Many crossbows on their backs did not look like bows and arrows. The complex and sophisticated things made these human mercenaries from the St. Lance Empire very curious.

But in the eyes of mercenaries, knowing how to use crossbows instead of bows and arrows is a completely symbol of a rookie. Of course, they don’t understand what a crossbow is.

"Scout who can't even sneak, haha, this joke is so interesting! Hahaha!"

"It's that! The one with an iron lump on his back!"

"There is really such a person? Hahaha!"

The sound is not loud, but it looks particularly harsh in the originally clean bar.

Many people savored the hotness of the strong wine, looked at the sarcastic mercenaries indifferently, raised their hands and took another sip of the wine, and said nothing.
Chapter completed!