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Chapter 293 0292: Encounter

The owner of the butcher's restaurant turns around.

Looking at the quiet back kitchen, he suddenly yelled: "Are you all out of business? You're waiting for the cold wind. Hurry up and get to work!"

The butcher's restaurant has regained its former calm.

Ivan was oblivious to what happened behind him.

He carried the piping hot dishes through the bustling antechamber, and placed the food on tabletops transformed from bucklers.

Ivan turned and left without raising his head.

"Here alone." Kuima said softly, looking at the back of the back kitchen. "I feel like it's really him, not sure."

【Name: Ivan Erwe】

[Identity: Wanderer]

[Description: From a city-state radiated by a high wall, a person who is teased by fate, the ups and downs of experience will change a lord's son. 】

"Well, I'm not mistaken."

Ken nodded to confirm Quema's conjecture.

Ivan's father was an arrogant lord who once attached to the Pistonk Empire and named the city-state with his surname.

"Hey."

Mag lowered his head and said softly, "What are you whispering about, do you know the waiter just now?"

Ken smiled.

Lanz and Lorgar looked at each other.

Shaking his head secretly.

Although they all met in the Dua tribe, they had no direct contact with Ivan.

It would be interesting if Arthur was here.

Quema said: "How would Arthur feel if he knew that the person who blackmailed his teacher ended up like this?"

Meg sighed and shook her head.

She felt that everyone around her was playing riddles, which made her headache.

Ken smiled and told everyone stories as a pastime during dinner time, but deliberately concealed their respective identities in his words, and only mentioned a certain dangerous escort mission...

After all, mercenaries often take on this kind of work.

Mag listened with relish, and Lang Mingwei also turned to look, trying to figure out which city-state's lord's heir it was.

But obviously, the Dragon Thorn Knights only pay attention to the strong.

A fringe city-state like Erwei, at most, has been heard of, and a guy like Ivan who is excluded from the political fringes and whose life task is to add gossip to dudes...

How could Langmingway know.

Lorgar said: "Arthur will definitely be very comfortable. After all, this guy once did the kind of thing that took advantage of others' danger, and what happened now is his retribution."

Ken shook his head.

He said: "Arthur is very mature, has experienced a lot, and has a wide vision. This kind of small grievance can be regarded as an episode at best, and it will waste emotions in his heart."

Ken quietly criticized Lorgar.

He and Kuima looked at each other, then clinked glasses and drank the fermented rice, as if silently lamenting fate.

Ivan's appearance just now was devoid of vigor.

Dressed in rags, doing menial jobs, and even limping.

In such a short period of time... What exactly has he experienced to make such a big change?
Had a great dinner.

Lang Mingwei has really put his heart into relaxing with his sister recently.

Ken informed the team:

Ambera Ice Harbor is now very dangerous, and they will continue on their way to Red Maple Heights.

Although the problem of looters has not been solved now, it is always necessary to be mentally prepared.

A fleeting disappointment flashed in Mag's eyes.

She is a very intelligent woman, only showing a little childishness in front of her brother.

Of course McGonagall understood.

Lang Mingwei's recent tenderness is to make up for his next actions.

At the dinner table, Langz also showed disappointment.

He had been stuck in Thornton Kaya for too long, and he was thinking of going out for some exciting life.

result……

Did nothing but yell at the assassination group.

"It's really difficult, take it."

Ken sighed, and took out a large and a small bag of money from the light armor.

Both Langz and Lorgar looked at the linen bag tied in front of them, not knowing why.

"This meat really lives up to its reputation." Ken chewed the food in his mouth. "Get the hell out of here after you eat, go out and be cool, and come back to the camp to report after spending time. Just don't make trouble. We have to go low-key."

"Uh, I..."

Lorgar looked a little restrained.

His experience among Heila is still relatively young, and he is not as dazzling as Meng and Langz. In addition, he has a mentality of blindly worshiping the war banner, and he has become too nervous at the moment.

The giant clapped his hands and laughed foolishly.

Although he didn't realize that he could buy a lot of things with this money, he was full of expectations for Xiaosha, and it would be best if he could meet something that would make a fist.

Lorgar could only accept it.

Langmingway was still wondering where Maharu got so much money, and suddenly realized that Rooney helped him sell the spoils.

He asked: "The person I want to investigate, do you have any clues?"

Langmingway's attitude is very firm.

If the Knights of the Dragonthorn did not avenge their revenge, the team could not leave Ambera Ice Harbor.

Ken answered him:

"It's already there. We may be closer than we thought. Let's find a chance to deal with it later. Of course, you have to make sure you can beat these two looters."

Langmingway did not answer Maharu's provocation.

They cleaned up their dinner and turned to leave the Butcher's.

Before leaving, Ken pulled out the dagger that he carried with him—it was very cheap, and it was a decoration of [wild goods] quality, usually used to cut some inconvenient ingredients.

"This small purse is...?"

Lorgar was about to ask, but saw:

Ken nailed the money bag on the table with a dagger, then turned and left, not forgetting to look around at the eager diners, and waved to a few familiar mercenaries by the way.

【Etiquette in the North】

[Description: Tips given in public areas such as taverns and casinos must be marked with corresponding means. Well-educated mercenaries will respect and defend your choice. They use similar actions to increase their sense of honor. 】

The waiter at the butcher's restaurant also heard the movement.

They hated someone showing a knife, but the money bag on the table was an exception. Someone quickly stepped forward to take it away, and then rushed to the back kitchen to report the news.

"Who served the guests in the north corner of the hall? Good luck!"

The back kitchen was in full swing, but everyone laughed and listened.

When the clerk reported the amount in the purse, there were several loud whistles, but it was still a while before the person who received the money came forward.

The boss wiped his fat, oily hands and turned to ask.

"Ah, is it Ivan again? He's behind, go and call him out, this is something to be happy about... Forget it, I'll go."

The boss put down the knife and left the stuffy room.

He found Ivan who was in a daze, and relayed the money bag and what happened just now.

Ivan laughed out loud, lowering his head and twitching his shoulders.

The boss sighed and muttered: "You know, with this amount of money, many guys can be happy for a month, but you didn't even raise your eyebrows."

It seems to verify some kind of conjecture.

The boss said: "Son, I know you may come from a very prominent family, but the test of life is always fair and ruthless. You must learn to be strong. This money is for you to handle. Make a good decision to keep it."

"You know I'm leaving?"

(End of this chapter)