They were two elves dressed in adventurers, but they were much more well equipped than those Old John had ever seen.

No, it may be inappropriate to describe it as exquisite. In Old John's view, their equipment looks more like exquisite works of art.

Shining and majestic.

This is true whether it is a druid wearing a robe or a warrior wearing armor.

Hell, he can now distinguish between the druid and the mage!

All of this is thanks to the popular science of the druid apprentice who often comes to the tavern to drink!

Looking at the gorgeous robe on the elf and the druid-like pattern on it, Old John couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Then... he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

There is no way, these two elves are so beautiful.

Even though they are all men, their delicate chin and skin that are tenderer than milk make it difficult to look away.

Old John swore that those noble ladies who were pampered and lived in vain were not so young!

However, when the elves glanced over, he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at them.

It is said that elves are powerful professions and are born to master powerful magic.

Ordinary people always feel awe in front of professionals.

Although Old John is just a mortal, he can still feel the powerful aura of these elves.

They are like noble creatures from another world, out of place with the messy environment in the tavern.

Hiss... Damn, the wound hurts again.

Old John felt that the wound on his back seemed to have been pulled open again. He trembled and touched, with blood on one hand...

"Shit!"

He couldn't help but whisper.

However, this vulgar slang is so clear in the quiet tavern that everyone focuses on him, including those elves.

Feeling the elves' sight, Old John's face turned pale.

Professionals are high above them, and to them, ordinary people without strength are like weeds on the roadside.

If you offend a professional, you will end up miserably.

Even the elves!

Old John has heard of it. Now the elves are not as kind as legendary. He has listened to the stories of minstrels telling the elves adventurers.

Decisive and powerful.

Anyone who is enemies with them will not end up well!

Of course, the reputation of the elf adventurers is relatively polarized, with some saying good and some saying bad.

But no matter what, as an ordinary person, he just wants to live safely.

Old John was trembling with a dry throat.

He wanted to apologize and explain that the words he said just now were not directed at the elves, but because he was nervous, he didn't know how to speak...

However, before he could hold it out, the elves retracted their gaze.

They didn't seem to take him to heart.

No...is it's okay?

Old John was stunned, as if he had been granted a general amnesty.

Then, he quickly shrank into the tavern, trying his best to hide himself in the shadows, and act as a little transparent.

Of course, he still couldn't help but look at these beautiful long-eared people quietly.

Haven't seen it before, curious.

Two elves entered the tavern and came to the bar.

Before they could sit down, someone immediately gave up the seat.

Everyone is used to doing this kind of thing.

When facing a strong professional, ordinary people can only make mistakes if they are trembling.

Especially after the magic revival, I could hear about a professional killer in a tavern almost every day, and even the City Guards were too lazy to care about this.

Even for elves, no one dares to gamble.

"Three cups of elf flower tea."

The leading elf druid said to the bartender.

Three cups?

Old John was slightly stunned.

However, the next second, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and this time, another elf walked in.

It's a woman.

Her appearance is better than the male elf before, and it makes people unable to see it at first sight. Old John even heard the breathing sound in the tavern.

She frowned at first, as if she was not adapting to the smell in the tavern, but soon her expression became normal.

"Pricing, here is here!"

The red-haired warrior beside the elf druid quickly waved enthusiastically and patted the seat beside him.

The female elf gave her a blank look, pouted her mouth in disgust, and then sat next to the elf druid.

At that moment, Old John seemed to see the elf warrior's smile froze slightly.

Several elves sat down and had a strong aura.

However, after listening to the elves' request, the bartender's expression was a little awkward.

He looked at the few people carefully and said with apology:

"Dear Elves... I'm sorry, we don't have high-end drinks like flower tea here. In the whole city of Luke, it may only be the noble bar in the inner city..."

The elves raised their eyebrows.

The head druid waved his hand and said indifferently:

"It's okay, bring up the best quality drinks here."

As he said that, he handed over a gold pound.

"Golden Pound!"

The bartender widened his eyes and his expression quickly became flattering:

"Okay, Master Elf, please wait! I will arrange it for you right away!"

After a while, three glasses of white wine filled with glasses were placed in front of the elves.

Old John recognized it. It seemed that Erguotou was treasured by the owner of the tavern. It was said that it was bought from a black market merchant at a high price.

"Is this actually there?"

The eyes of the two male elves lit up.

However, the female elf shook her head:

"I'll just drink juice, please change it to juice."

"Okay... OK!"

The bartender stuttered at the beautiful female elf, replaced the white wine, and brought a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

The three elves nodded with satisfaction and started drinking.

Gradually, the tavern resumed the noise, and the minstrels started playing music again, the adventurers continued to play the Gent card, while the idle men and the drunkards continued to kill Goko.

However, the sound was much smaller than before. If you look closely, you will find that almost everyone is secretly observing the three elves.

The three elves started talking to the bartender while drinking wine and juice.

"Sir, we are adventurers from the Elf Forest. Can you call me Li Mu. Are there any interesting news nearby recently?"

The elf druid asked with a smile.

His smile was very friendly, which made people feel good.

And as he said that, he took out another gold pound and put it in front of the bartender.

Gold...Gold pound!

Another one!

Old John widened his eyes, looking envious.

One gold pound is one hundred silver coins, which is equivalent to his income for three or four months!
To be continued...