"Everything will go back to the way it was before."
"In the name of the Wizards Alliance and the Trident Sword, and under the witness of the Wizarding Code, the losses to this store and your lost wages - as long as everyone remains calm - through correct procedures, everyone will receive reasonable compensation.
"
The three-pronged sword hunter's robotic and cold voice of 'information' came from under the shortest cat-faced mask, but no one in this shop took what he said seriously.
One thing that is very good about the old-school wizards is that they can clearly understand the relationship between strength and order. They will not be like the new generation of wizards, who will cause disputes with the powerful institutions of the alliance.
In the end, as long as the problem is not serious, the old-school wizards prefer to keep it quiet.
In this way, under the dual effects of the calming spell and the warning sound, the order in the bar was immediately controlled by Xun Sin.
Then Zheng Qing smiled at the bartender behind the bar, flexed his knuckles, and knocked on the wooden tabletop.
Dong Dong.
"I'm sorry to cause you some trouble."
He tried to make his voice gentler, but under the filter of the cat mask, any tone would be eliminated, and his voice would become mechanical and monotonous. Therefore, after a brief apology, the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team directly explained his purpose: "
Where are you shop owners?”
Tom Hansen lowered his eyelids and tried to stay calm, but anyone could hear the slight uneasiness in his voice: "Shop owner? I, I am the owner of this store."
When answering the question, he still held the piece of white linen cloth and wiped the beer glass in his hand in a small motion.
"Oh, your store has been open for a long time, right?"
"My grandfather's grandfather started selling wine in Newcastle...it has been more than 400 years ago."
"What an amazing history." Zheng Qing looked up and glanced at a small sign nailed above the wine kitchen: "'White Crow'...has this name been used for four hundred years?"
"No...no."
The bar owner looked around uneasily, wiping the beer glass became lighter and his voice became lower: "Each generation of us will choose a favorite store name. My grandfather's store is called 'Rumba', and my father's store is called 'Rumba'."
My shop is called 'Hanson Nine'... I named my shop 'White Crow'."
"Does this name mean anything?"
"Isn't the raven a symbol of wisdom? I want to be smarter." At this point, the bar owner finally got rid of his initial uneasiness, stopped wiping the wine glass in his hand, and mustered up the courage to ask: "Excuse me, are you asking these questions?"
The question...is there anything wrong with my store?"
"No, no, no, I'm just curious."
The leader, the cat-faced wizard, waved his hand: "Actually, what I originally wanted to ask was about the 'Old Egg' you just mentioned."
This answer obviously made the bar owner breathe a sigh of relief, and he began to clean the cup again with his hand. The white linen cloth squeaked on the edge of the cup, and his movements were obviously much lighter:
"Old Iger? What do you want to know?"
"I heard that something went wrong at his dragon hunting farm?"
"Yes, everyone in the town knows about this..." Without the initial sense of restraint, Tom slowly regained the eloquence that a qualified bartender should have, and started talking nonstop: "Old Egg's family has something
The largest dragon hunting farm in Northeast England has been raising fire dragons for hundreds of years, and nothing weird like this has ever happened... Do you believe it? One of his fire dragons was torn into pieces by a group of crazy elves!"
"What kind of fire dragon?" The shortest cat-faced wizard suddenly interrupted Tom.
"A Romanian Longhorned Dragon! A mature fire dragon!"
The boldest tall fat wizard spoke bravely again, waving his arms, and answered the question for the bar owner: "It was a group of Great Yarmouth elves who tore it apart... Rooney, come here, Rooney Pate is in Old Egg
He worked at his family's dragon hunting farm, and he witnessed it all with his own eyes!"
He pulled out a short wizard from behind.
Rooney Pate didn't expect that this matter would be related to him, and he blushed anxiously. After a while, he stammered and explained under the eyes of the five cat-faced wizards: "I, I also heard...
…When I was cleaning the dragon circle for a black dragon, I heard what Barry said..."
This was completely different from what he had boasted before. Immediately there was an inconspicuous boo from the crowd, making Rooney's originally red rosacea become even more shiny.
But rather than lie in front of five three-pronged sword hunters, he would rather be laughed at by the townspeople afterwards.
Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to these little commotions in the tavern.
His brows behind the mask knitted together: "Who is Barry?"
"He's the worker who raised the three-headed dog for old Egger's family."
Rooney spoke very fast, wanting to pour out all the little things he knew in his head. He seemed to be afraid that if he spoke slower, he would be fed veritaserum by these three-pronged sword guys: "Old Egg's family raises a lot of fire dragons, so we need a lot of them.
Dragon Shepherd... They have a special kennel and raise dozens of three-headed dogs. Barry... Barry should still be at the dragon hunting farm, taking care of those big three-headed dogs."
Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao exchanged glances. The news they received in the tavern was slightly more detailed than the one from the Three-Forked Sword, but it was generally consistent.
He cleared his throat and was about to ask the short wizard named Rooney to lead the way to the dragon hunting farm. Suddenly, Fatty Xin's big head poked out from behind him and said to the bar owner who was still cleaning the glasses: "Excuse me.
The Brown Lite and fish and chips we ordered earlier are not ready yet?"
Zheng Qing glanced at the fat wizard in surprise.
He knew that the fat man was not such a careless guy, but looking at the fat wizard's firm eyes, the words of reproach he had originally said turned to his lips: "You can't drink alcohol while on a mission, not even light beer."
“We also have frog juice in the store. It’s freshly squeezed. It’s the freshest!”
The owner of the bar had a bit of surprise in his eyes, but also a hint of inconspicuous joy. He hurriedly turned around and took out a few fat frogs from the jar at the bottom of the wine kitchen, and threw them into the mortar together with aloe vera tubers, honey balls, etc.
Shake the pestle gently to grind out strands of mucus.
In just a moment, five cups of light cyan liquid were placed in front of the three-pronged sword hunters.
The fat wizard grabbed the cup first and poured the frog juice into his mouth at lightning speed, then smacked it and nodded slightly: "Aconite root, mountain bean root, valerian root, and a little bit of mugwort soaked in liquid
The dried Narcissus root powder... Although the preparation method is a bit rough, it can be seen that he has a good heart. He just wants us to sleep for a while and has no intention of killing us..."
The middle-aged wizard behind the bar changed his expression. He grabbed the white linen cloth on the table and threw it towards the cat-faced wizards opposite.