winter era

Chapter 107 New Guest in Crown Town

There is naturally a reason why Modric's bar can be opened in a place full of nobles in Crown Town.

Although on the surface this is an ordinary country pub.Dilapidated doors and windows and sliding doors in the style of 50 years ago, as well as walls full of dirt and vines, and the tall chimneys spraying black smoke, all illustrate its vulgarity.But in fact, those are just superficial efforts for the curious and leisurely nobles.

As aristocrats, they appear in almost every beautiful social occasion, and they hardly feel tempted by any luxurious scenes.But as a bar in Crown Town, where you can't look up and look down, this kind of rural atmosphere is very suitable for their needs.After a hard day's work, all these old people need is to put on their cowboy hats, make some not very neat disguises, and then push through the two sliding doors as if they don't know anything and come here for a drink.

This is actually equivalent to a public leisure place.When that talented little emperor had just ascended the throne, those nobles were too lazy to touch him.Who knows if the iron-faced emperor in Wanggong Mountain will take them under the knife?So those little nobles who have always been keen on holding dances in their own manors also came to this Modric bar in groups, disturbing the peaceful life of those big nobles.But in the same way, those small nobles may also be favored by some big nobles because of their remarks.But that possibility is really very small, and most of them appear on women.

Modric whistled and wiped the wooden cup in his hand that was made of fir wood unique to the north and was worth ten gold coins.That casual look was like wiping an oak mug that looked similar but was worth only one copper plate.

As the store manager and part-time bartender, he is fully responsible for all services here.In the past, there were elves who came here hoping to earn some extra money or have an affair, but after the iron-faced emperor issued a luxury ban, the elves could only regrettably leave with their beautiful clothes.In the end, only the halfling cooks were left to work in the kitchen.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, there are actually not many people.The way of life of the nobles has always been very chaotic, and only at seven o'clock in the evening can the place gradually become lively.So Modric also stood at the bar and enjoyed a rare leisure time.Although there are not many people in Crown Town, there are also many people.As the only public entertainment place, the business here is quite busy.At night, the nobles with different degrees of disguise filled the bar like pigs in a pigsty.

It's only five o'clock in the afternoon, and he doesn't have to worry about those things at all.Instead, you can sit on a chair with your eyes squinted, wipe the fir cup with a rag one after another, and sigh leisurely as you watch the gradually setting red sun in the distance.

But when he saw the black-robed man who came out from the corner and headed straight for here, he realized that his leisure time had come to an end.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Modric put the cup on the counter inadvertently, and stood up with an elegant posture - this is a unique skill he has practiced for many years - at the same time, he showed a professional look to the man in black robe smile.While standing up and waiting for an answer, the bar owner also made a subtle judgment on this abrupt guest in his heart.

This hurried guest had an unfamiliar face, and there was no nobleman similar to this face.There was a frightening pallor on that fairly handsome face, which made people involuntarily think of a dead person.The black robe seemed to be made of quite delicate fabrics, even ordinary nobles couldn't produce such fabrics.However, that nimble movement and purposeful appearance overturned his judgment that the person in front of him was a stubborn boy.

A strange and mysterious man.Judging from its appearance, it might be the hidden heir of a great nobleman who doesn't come here often or at all?Or is it an adventurer who has disguised himself and came here to inquire about some information?
Modric set such a label in his heart for the hurried black-robed man in front of him.

"What day is it now? What year and month?" The black-robed man asked for a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, his voice hoarse and deep.He questioned Modric in a tone that could easily be associated with a beast.This further confirmed his judgment that the man in black robe in front of him was an ancient adventurer who was completely unclear about the age and location.

"It is now the summer solstice month of the second year of the Aluminum Crown Calendar. Less than two weeks have passed since the Resurrection Memorial. It is June 24, and a week later there will be the Anthem Memorial." Modric looked at him with a professional smile. said the adventurer.

But the black-robed adventurer's answer was a bit unexpected.

"Aluminum Crown Calendar? What kind of calculation method is that? I don't know." The weak man shook his head slowly.Then there was silence for a while, as if realizing something, he took out a very beautiful looking thing from his robe and threw it on the counter, making a not-so-clear impact sound.It seems that this is what he paid Modric.

Looking at the shining sapphire, Modric's eyelids twitched.If you don't count the ideological value of the place to those nobles, in terms of the surface quality of that gem, it is enough to buy twenty taverns like him.And it is estimated that there will be a lot left.There were similar gems in my memory, but without this big gem, a quite luxurious courtyard was built in Crown Town, and the sufficient gold coins even made it impossible for anyone in Crown Town to match the luxury of that courtyard for a while. .

"So how many years is the free calendar?"

As if completely unaware of what he had thrown, the frail man asked rudely.

"How many years is the free calendar now? Does the Imperial Mages still exist? What is the situation in the battlefields of heaven and hell? How many rings of mages are there? Is the palace mountain still there? The helm of the Rost family is still Hastings. Ross Special?"

'It seems that this master must have gone to some other plane, right?The view of time and the world are completely confused, can these words be said here? Modric, who knew a little about these things, frowned subconsciously.But using people's money to eliminate disasters for others, Modric received the piece of aquamarine in his hands calmly, and organized his thoughts to answer his question.

"It is now 1206 in the Free Calendar, and the Imperial Mages are still there. Our army has captured the glory fortress of the angels in the heavenly battlefield, and used this as a springboard to completely control the way of sending troops to Heavenly Mountain, opening up the original fueling tactics. The situation. The Bronze Fortress of Hell Battlefield has changed hands three times, but the Black Iron Fortress has been completely captured, and it is foreseeable to want to break the situation. The sixth ring of mages and Wanggong Mountain exist as long as time, and the helm of the Rost family is still Hess Jens Rost."

As a professional bar owner, Modric honestly answered the questions asked by the man in black one after another without any subjective emotion.He believed that this dull-looking black-robed man definitely had the ability to overthrow the entire Crown Town with ease.Since he was able to ask those questions, it meant that those questions were closely related to his existence. As an adventurer who could get involved with mages and the royal family, Modric didn't feel that he had lived enough.Just the questions he asked showed that the adventurer with a chaotic view of time in front of him was definitely not someone to mess with.

Seemingly digesting the amount of information Modric gave, the frail man in black robe held a glass of wine and drank it one after another.It seems to be tasting the excellent taste.Those gray-black eyes were full of disbelief at first.But as if he had figured something out, after a few minutes, he took it for granted.

"In terms of the aluminum crown calendar, then the current emperor should be the one with the iron-faced aluminum crown?" After drinking a few more sips of wine, he seemed to dislike the taste and put the glass on the bar.He seemed to ask Modric casually.

"...Well, the Iron Faced Emperor is a very talented emperor, and I believe he will be an emperor on par with the late emperor."

Modric pretended to take it for granted on the surface, but he already had a conclusion in his heart.

Feelings should be Anbu's subordinates from the late emperor and the Heitong family, now that the mission is over, it's time to watch the wind.It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of situation before, but it's the first time that such a large gemstone has been taken out as soon as I made a move.It may be that there are some big nobles above who don't like each other, starting from the Heitong family as the core to crush each other, right?

"Then just open a room for me. I will live here today, and I will go to the capital tomorrow." Seemingly confirming Modric's conjecture, the man in black sighed weakly , ordered him lightly.

"You need to record your real name to stay here, are you sure you need to do this?"

Modric took out the account book covered with a thin layer of gray from under the counter and patted it, and asked the man in black.

"It's okay, no one will check me anyway, you can write whatever you want." The black-robed man frowned and poured the wine worth two gold coins into the waste water tank, turned on the beer tap, and gave it to him. He poured himself a glass of frothy draft beer.

This behavior of liking beer explains his identity even more.Only those mice that often move in the dark will have such a spirit and ideas.Look at what this said, no one checked him anyway.This inexplicable confidence almost stunned the entire Crown Town.At least Modric no longer has any bad thoughts about this man who is a rare jewel.

"Then what is your name?" Modric, who had lost all hope, pulled out the magic quill and asked the man in black.He didn't expect this person to give him his real name, anyway, as long as he could match the accounts.

"Kaos."

There was an indescribable brilliance in the eyes of the black-robed man leaning on his head and drinking beer.

"It's just Kaos, without a name. At least I don't have a name in this era."

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