"In the name of the Wizards Alliance and the Trichok Sword, under the witness of the Wizard Code, the losses of this store and the loss of work for you - as long as everyone remains calm - through the correct procedures, everyone will be compensated reasonably."
The shortest cat-faced mask came from the cold "information" of the three-pointed sword hunter, but no one in this shop took what he said seriously.
One thing that old-school wizards is that they can clearly understand the relationship between strength and order. They will not cause trouble for Danhag like the new generation of wizards. After a dispute with the powerful organization of the alliance, as long as there is no big problem, old-school wizards are more inclined to calm down.
In this way, under the dual effect of meditation mantra and warning sound, the order in the bar was immediately controlled by Yusin.
Then Zheng Qing smiled at the bartender behind the bartender, bent his knuckles and knocked on the wooden tabletop.
Dongdong.
"I'm sorry, I'll cause you some trouble."
He tried to make his voice more gentle, but under the filtering of the cat face mask, any tone would be eliminated, and his speech became mechanical and monotonous. So, after a simple apology, the captain of the Yusin Hunting Team directly explained his purpose: "Where is your shop owner?"
Tom Hansen lowered his eyelids and tried to remain calm, but anyone could hear the slightest uneasiness in his voice: "Shopkeeper? I, I am the owner of this store."
When answering the question, he was still holding the white linen and rubbing the beer glass in his hand with a very small amplitude.
"Oh, your store has been open for a long time, right?"
"My grandfather started selling wine in Newcastle... It has been more than four hundred years now."
"What an amazing history." Zheng Qing looked up at a small sign that was nailed to the top of the wine kitchen: "'White Crow'... has this name been used for four hundred years?"
“No…No.”
The bar owner looked around and looked at him uneasy, and the movements of wiping the beer glass became lighter and his voice became lower and lower: "Each generation we will choose a store name we like. My grandfather's store is called 'Rumba', and my father's store is called 'Hansen IX'... I named my store 'White Crow'."
"Does this name mean anything?"
"Isn't the raven a symbol of wisdom? I want to be smarter." Speaking of this, the bar owner finally got rid of his initial anxiety, stopped the wine glass in his hand, and plucked up the courage to ask, "May I ask these questions... Is there anything wrong with this store in my place?"
"No, no, no, just a little curious."
The cat-faced wizard in the lead waved his hand: "Actually, what I wanted to ask at first was about the 'Old Aiger' you just mentioned."
This answer obviously made the bar owner feel relieved, and he started to wipe the cup again. The white linen squeaked around the edge of the cup, and his movements became much lighter:
"Old Eiger? What do you want to know?"
"I heard that there was a small problem in his dragon hunting farm?"
"Yes, everyone in the town knows this..." Without the initial sense of restraint, Tom slowly recovered the speech that a qualified bartender should have and talked endlessly: "The old Egg family has the largest dragon hunting farm in Northeast England. It has been raising fire dragons for hundreds of years. Never have such a strange thing happened... Do you believe it? A fire dragon in his family was torn to pieces by a group of crazy elves!"
"What kind of fire dragon?" The shortest cat-faced wizard suddenly interrupted Tom's words.
"A Romanian Ecterocerdes! A mature fire dragon!"
The most courageous fat wizard spoke bravely again, waved his arms and answered the question for the bar owner: "What to tear it apart is a group of Great Yarmouth elves... Rooney, come here, Rooney Pet is working at the Dragon Hunting Farm at the Old Iger's house, and he witnessed it with his own eyes!"
He pulled out a thick and short witch from behind.
Rooney Pett did not expect this to be related to him, and he was so anxious that he blushed. After a while, he stammered in the eyes of the five cat-faced wizards, "I, I also heard... I heard what Barry said when I was cleaning the dragon circle for a black dragon..."
This was completely different from what he had boasted before. There was an insignificant light booing in the crowd, which made Rooney's originally red rosacea more and more shiny.
But compared to lying in front of the five three-pointed sword hunters, he would rather be ridiculed by the people in the town afterwards.
Zheng Qing didn't care about these little commotions in the tavern.
His brows furrowed behind the mask: "Who is Barry?"
"It's the worker who keeps three-headed dogs for the old Aeger."
Rooney spoke quickly, and wanted to pour out all the things he knew in his mind. He seemed to be afraid of slowing down, so he was spitting out the real medicine by these three-pointed sword guys: "Old Aeger's family has a lot of fire dragons, so he needs a lot of dragon dogs... They have a special kennel and have dozens of three-headed dogs. Barry... Barry should still be in the dragon hunting field now, guarding those big dogs with three heads."
Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao exchanged glances with each other. The news received in the tavern was a little more detailed than the Sancha Sword, but it was generally consistent.
He cleared his throat and was about to ask the thick and short wizard named Rooney to lead the way to the Dragon Hunting Field. Suddenly, Fatty Xin's big head leaned out from behind him and said to the owner of the bar that was still wiping the cup: "Liaojia, isn't the Brown beer and fish and chips we asked before, yet?"
Zheng Qing glanced at the fat wizard in surprise.
He knew that the fat man was not such an ignorant guy, but looking at the fat wizard's firm eyes, he turned his mouth to his mouth with a reproach: "You can't drink alcohol when performing missions, and light beer can't do it either."
"There are frog juices in the store, which are freshly squeezed, and they are very fresh!"
The bar owner had a little astonishment and a hint of inconspicuous joy in his eyes. He quickly turned around and picked up a few fat frogs from the jar at the bottom of the wine kitchen, and threw them into the mortar together with aloe tuber, honey balls, etc.
Shake the purse gently and grind out strands of sticky liquid.
In just a moment, five cups of light green liquid were placed in front of the three-pointed sword hunters.
The fat wizard took the lead in grabbing the cup of frog juice and poured it into his mouth with lightning speed. Then he sucked it and nodded slightly: "Aconite, mountain bean root, valerian root, and a little bit of daffodil root soaked in mugwort... Although the mixing technique is a little rough, it can be seen that his heart is not bad. He just wants us to sleep for a while, and he has no intention of killing us..."
The middle-aged witch behind the bar changed her face. She grabbed the white linen cloth on the table and threw it at the cat-faced wizards opposite.