The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 153 Tavern Conflict
Pushing open the heavy oak leaf door, you can hear the noisy shouting in the tavern.

Walk a few steps, climb up two stone steps, and turn around a dimly lit aisle less than three meters long with faint olive oil lamps. The long wooden table, about ten meters long, is arranged under the 2-meter-high stone window, and there are various high wooden stools on both sides of the long wooden table.

There are many unshaven people sitting on it, some are continental adventurers, some are wearing orange-red livery, with the lion pattern of the Kingdom of Swadia on it, and the noble badge pattern of their lord on the back, the city guard or the lord's army The soldiers in the village were chatting and drinking, while drinking, they hugged some prostitutes, yelled three times and four times, and could speak all kinds of obscene language, giving people a rough and barbaric feeling.

On the other side are three or four round tables, all of which are already full of people. There are people in twos and threes, some of whom are drinking; There are some women with guards standing beside them. They don't look like ordinary civilians. They are probably noble ladies, not easy to mess with.

The owner of the tavern stands behind the counter, three or four young men are busy, and there are also a few drinkers in front of the counter, some are drinking silently, some are chatting with the people around them, and some are chatting with each other. Chatting with the tavern owner, the tavern owner is a man with a neatly trimmed black mustache on the upper lip that European aristocratic youths often wear, and looks both funny and treacherous.

Zhang Qiang walked to the counter and threw out a dozen copper coins, "Boss, have a glass of malt wine."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The tavern owner nodded to Zhang Qiang with a smile, and turned around to explain to the boys.

Holding malt wine in a wooden cup made of red willow, Zhang Qiang looked sideways at the tall customer with a flaxen hair, light sideburns, and a sword. An epee, an epee hung in his waist, a small round arm shield placed under his feet, the whole person was lying on the counter, in a pair of charming eyes, the blue-gray eyeballs looked at him blankly. Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang glanced at him, turned his head, looked into the hall of the tavern, and took a sip of malt wine. This thing was not very tasty, and it also had a faint smell of burnt wheat, whether it was sweet or not, or strong Not strong, not as good as wine.

But as far as this kind of wine is concerned, it seems that many people are still very happy with it. The drunkards in the tavern praise the boss's wine from time to time.

Suddenly, he would say such a compliment to the tavern owner behind the counter.

If only there was a cigarette.

Zhang Qiang thought so.

Drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, and looking at the world is a kind of enjoyment, an indescribable taste.

A tall young man wearing a scarlet cloak, with a Germanic long sword hanging around his waist and a cavalry kite-shaped shield on his back, with messy hair and riding boots, walked in quickly from outside the hotel. There is also a black ponytail whip hanging from one wrist.

He walked between Zhang Qiang and the young man lying on the table, and said to the owner of the tavern: "Boss, have a glass of wine, it must be good."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the drunken young man lying on the table, turned his head and said to Zhang Qiang, "Your Excellency, I would like to borrow a seat, can I move to the side?"

His tone carried a haughty and commanding tone, but what he said was in the tone of a gentleman discussing with you. Zhang Qiang raised his eyes to look at him, and leaned slightly to the side.

The young man nodded slightly, unceremoniously took the position between Zhang Qiang and the young man on the table, and took the wine glass handed to him by the boy.

The boy bowed politely and said, "Two gold dinars."

His words made the young man a little stunned. With some difficulty, he took out a handful of copper coins and a gold coin from his pocket, and threw them on the table, "That's all. You can figure it out."

The smiling eyes of the tavern owner disappeared immediately, replaced by a serious and majestic expression, "Young man, I have seen a lot of people who dare to play tricks in Uxhall City, and their fate is very bad, look You are not like that kind of petty person, and I will not embarrass you, leave any object on your body, you can open your heart to drink, I will not stop you."

The young man shook his head, "I don't have anything extra to leave for you. If there is anything else that can be discussed, it is my life. You can take it. As long as you have the ability to take it away."

Zhang Qiang smiled. These days, such impulsive young people are really rare. However, young people should be a little impulsive.

Like myself, if he wants to be impulsive, he doesn't have that chance anymore, and he doesn't know whether it's because he has experienced too much or because of his nature. In short, it is impossible for him to make such a move.

If you have to drink and drop something, everyone will be happy, right?

The boss obviously didn't like him, "The officers of the city guards are here, young man, you have to measure your own weight, no matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat the large number of city guards."

The young man cleaned up all the wine in the glass, and threw down the silver cup containing the wine in his hand, "I'm just like this, what can you do to me?"

"Okay, happy, kind." Someone among the drinkers booed.

The tavern owner shouted: "Take him down, let him go to the prison of the City Guards to repent."

After finishing speaking, three or four guys put down the plates, saucers and wine glasses in their hands, and conjured up a few short swords and long hooks out of nowhere, jumped out of the counter, and rushed at the young man. "

Zhang Qiang hurriedly avoided, he didn't want to get involved in disputes.

The battle started faster than anything else, and ended faster than anything else. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qiang saw the young man, but he didn't see how he moved, nor did he see him draw his sword. With the sound of thunderbolt bang bang, it flew around and fell to all parts of the tavern.

Those city guard soldiers who were yelling and drinking, drank to and fro, were furious, pulled out their weapons, and rushed forward, "I'm getting impatient for daring to make trouble on the city guard's territory."

There were also a few soldiers of the lord of the Swadia Kingdom who rushed forward together, and now more than a dozen people besieged the young man.

There were screams one after another, it was those mortal women who were screaming, and many people fled to the street outside the tavern.

Zhang Qiang also quickly dodged to avoid harming himself.

Judging by the extraordinary skill of the young man, whether it is defense or offense, he plays with vigor and vigor. Judging by his strength, he is at least at the fourth level, and he is only a first-level fighter. If he is accidentally affected, he may end badly. Well, it is inevitable to hurt the bones.

The only calm person was the drunk young man lying on the table with long flaxen hair covering his face.

Still sleeping soundly.

He pays no attention to the movement around him.

Even when shards of broken wooden shields fell on him, he just muttered a few words in his sleep and continued to sleep soundly, looking quite drunk.

Finally, a soldier of a noble lord in a cross shirt was kicked by the young man onto the sleeping young man with long hair and woke him up.

At this time, a few more drinkers were affected and joined the battle. Some shot at the city guards, some helped the young people, and some fought each other. The tavern was completely chaotic.

Everywhere is fighting.

Zhang Qiang had to retreat to the street outside.

After a while, the fighters hit the street from the inside, and the city guard soldiers patrolling the street rushed up, as well as some escorts from the Mercenary Guild. Dozens of them surrounded a few drinkers who targeted them and two The siege of young men fighting shoulder to shoulder.

The situation became chaotic, and half the street was fighting.

Zhang Qiang walked out helplessly.

In the distance, a team wearing city guard uniforms drove over.

At first glance, this team is all players.

Can't help but wonder, when will a player be able to be a city guard soldier in an NPC lord city?
But when the leader came to Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qiang was stunned.

The man was also stunned, and immediately winked playfully at him.

Zhang Qiang saw the Iron Blood Guild logo on his chest.

And this person is Dewey.

(End of this chapter)