Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 65 65 Silver Fox Tavern
There are several taverns in Burnas, but there is only one named Silver Fox.There are strong and fierce mercenary robbers everywhere, and some fisherman ruffians with tattoos all over their faces.

"You're a rare visitor! Wes!" While wiping the glass in his hand, the bartender said while watching the man who pushed the door and walked in. He seemed to be in a good state of mind.

There was an unpleasant smell in the air, and the light from the gas lamps shrouded the whole tavern in a sickly halo.

"I've been a little busy recently. After all, as you know, I've been teaching people." Pulling out a chair and sitting in front of the bar, Wes spilled a few copper coins on the table: "Have a glass of ale!"

He didn't hide what he was doing recently, because he knew that the bartender opposite knew a lot.

Poured the beer into the glass and pushed it to Wes. The bartender still smiled and did not greet others. He said to Weiss as if showing off: "Of course, we are relatively well-informed about the news here."

As he said, he put the not-so-transparent cup on the other cup that had already been wiped, and picked up another cup from the other side to continue wiping: "Recently, Tang Mo's weapon workshop has been a little too noisy. Big. I heard that he bought another large piece of land, which is now connected to the Vicious Forest..."

The tavern is not big and not noisy.The ferocious gangsters sitting in the surrounding seats seemed to be afraid of disturbing other unfriendly guys, so they lowered their voices.

Most of the people who come here are looking for news, some are bandits who want to know about the caravan, some are pirates who want to know about the fleet, and some are hard laborers with cuckolds who want to know about their wives.

"It's recruiting people, building a house, and running a school..." The bartender smiled unabated, looking at Wes, who took a sip of ale: "I heard that there are almost 300 children who go to school for free. ?”

"He's a big deal. He can make the mayor, the sheriff, and the tax collector shut up about this matter. It's not a waste of money, right?" The bartender moved closer, pressed his body on the bar, and stared at Wes, as if is waiting for an answer.

"Maybe." Wes put down his glass and made an indifferent expression: "Who knows."

"Your mouth has never been so strict. Last time, I asked you about Baron Stella's private life, and you told me without thinking about it." The bartender stood up straight, and continued to look down at the book in his hand. Cup: "What? This time, are you really planning to give your life to that young man named Tang Mo?"

"Probably." Wes grabbed the wine glass and shook it in front of his eyes, staring at the light yellow wine inside through the not-so-transparent glass, looking a little absent-minded.

"Congratulations first, it's not easy to have a master worth working for these days." The bartender put down the wine glass that had been wiped for a long time, leaned his elbows on the bar, and looked at Wes with his chin: "What did he give you? "

"Who?" Weiss sipped the ale with great interest and asked knowingly.

The bartender didn't even pause, and said the name directly: "Tang Mo."

"My boss? The things he gave are not cheap." Weiss glanced at the two "Ranger Killer" revolvers hanging on his waist from the corner of his eyes, and said while playing with the wine glass.

However, the bartender showed a joke at this time. He looked at Wes playfully, and casually mentioned a few words that made Weiss frown: "Hmm... I can imagine it. I heard... there is a kind of Something called a steam engine? And some guns... different guns..."

"You really like to inquire..." Weiss' face became a little gloomy, he put down the glass in his hand, lowered his face, stared at the bartender with his eyes through the edge of his upper eyelid, and said softly: "Speak business Well, I came here for two things."

"I hate it when you talk to me in this tone." The bartender stopped wiping the glass, put his hands where Wes couldn't see, and said with a warning tone.

However, it is a pity that Weiss ignored his threats at all, but continued to say to himself: "First, get your stupid men out of my boss's workshop, and then, including yourself Inside, forget about these things...all about my boss."

As he spoke, he put his hand under the bar and pressed it against his waist, on top of the handle of a revolver.

This is the source of his self-confidence. As long as he touches the smooth handle that perfectly fits the shape of his hand, he will feel a heroic feeling of controlling the overall situation in his heart.

"Okay, I'm starting to suspect that you don't want to get out of my broken place today." The bartender raised his voice in a bad tone, behind Wes, a few strong men standing at the door also stood up straight, looking to his side.

Weiss has no intention of backing down at all. He now has two revolvers on his waist, each with 6 bullets, enough to knock everyone here to the ground.

So, without looking back, he stared at the bartender and continued, "Second, tell me about Cyric's Northridge Iron Works..."

"Ha, it seems that you don't even want your life." The expression on the bartender's face became very exciting.He looked at Wes, as if meeting the ranger in front of him for the first time.

The Wes in front of him was indeed not like the man he knew. The man used to be a ranger who ran for gold coins, but the man in front of him asked about the Cyric consortium.

A person who inquires about the Cyric Consortium either wants to live, or is completely crazy.

Wes glanced back at the strong men who wanted to surround him, then looked at the bartender, smiled, and deliberately covered up the flaws: "Who said I don't want to die, I just want to find out, where can I buy it?" to more steel."

The bartender sneered, and winked at several burly men who were walking towards Wes, then took out his hands from under the counter and spread them helplessly: "I can't buy them anywhere, because Cyric spent half a year ago. bought all the steel. The Earl may have some left over, but definitely not much."

Wes changed the position of the hand holding the gun handle, took out a handful of money from his pocket, and lined up on the bar in front of the bartender.

It was a golden row of gold coins, some old and some very new.Weiss put these gold coins together one by one, and gently brushed them with his fingers: "Here are 10 gold coins, if you are willing to use your little head to think about it, how can you think about it?" How nice it would be to earn more gold coins from me."

"You're crazy, Wes." The bartender frowned, once again provoked by Wes.

"Maybe." Weiss tilted his head, lowering his eyes as if to reflect on himself.Then he suddenly raised his head to look at the bartender, and asked as a matter of course, "Crazy people can do everything, right?"

"..." The bartender didn't speak, he just looked at Wes, as if he was weighing something.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth, compromised and said: "I will let my people shut up and keep these secrets for your boss, but... now! I am very interested in the person who can make you so desperate to work for him... ..."

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on the gold coins, stared at Wes and said, "Can you arrange it? I want to see him."

"That's no problem." Wes nodded, and pushed the empty glass to the bartender: "I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

The bartender nodded, accepting Weiss's statement: "I will make my people's mouths stricter."

"A good start, isn't it?" Wes had a smile on his face.

Then, he heard the bartender muttering to himself, "The Cyric Consortium has purchased a large amount of metal from Northridge in the past six months. It’s more certain what they’re going to do next.”

As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the ale bottle and poured Wes another glass.Then he put the cap back on and pushed the glass back in front of Wes.

"I heard that Cyric's steel was robbed recently, and even the person who did it was not found. Was it you?" As if Wes was not in front of him at all, the bartender continued to wipe Cup: "They have become very careful because of this. It will take time to get the exact information... and we have no way to ensure that we will get the information."

"You can go directly to my boss with the news, I don't care." Weiss raised his glass and asked in a low voice.

The bartender didn't even look at him, but replied without any hesitation: "Okay, I'll try my best to find out the relevant information. You have to bring some greetings, don't you?"

"Thanks." Wes took a sip of his wine, glanced at the bartender and said.

"Humph! You don't need to thank me! I didn't say anything!" the bartender snorted and corrected Wes.

"Maybe, but I hope you can have a good chat with my boss." Wes shrugged his shoulders cynically, and assured the bartender solemnly.

"Well, I still insist that I don't know anything, and I didn't say anything." The bartender didn't care about anything else, and reached out and pushed the ten gold coins back in front of Wes: "Take your stinky money and get out of here!" Bar."

"To you!" After drinking the rest of the drink, Weiss picked up the empty glass and toasted the bartender, then smashed the glass on the wooden bar table and said loudly: "Wait for my news!"

"No!" The bartender took the empty wine glass and continued to wipe it with the rag in his hand.

Wes walked to the door, pressed the gun on his waist like a western cowboy, and looked at the strong men who just tried to surround him.He only glanced at it, and it sent chills down the backs of several burly thugs.

"What are you looking at! You only have two guns! There are seven of us!" A bald man stared fiercely at Wes, not wanting to lose his momentum.

"Pfft...hahahaha." Wes couldn't hold back his laughter, and then he seemed to be looking at a fool, while looking at the bald man, he flaunted the door and walked out.

(End of this chapter)