Heritage foundry

Chapter 1 A Cup of Rest in the Wild

The wilderness, where civilization has not yet touched, follows the most primitive rules of nature, exuding an atmosphere that is both cruel and full of wild charm.

Forests, grasslands, lakes, everything in the original ecology constitutes the most basic wilderness.The wild beasts bring vitality to the wilderness, and of course, they also mean danger to those thrown into the wilderness by their families.

Xiyang Town, an ordinary small town on the border between human civilization and wilderness, is a small town, but the residents of the town boast. According to the standards of the human empire, Xiyang Town, with a permanent population of less than 200 people, can only be regarded as a village That's all.

The criminals who had nowhere to go and fled to the wilderness, the sons of the nobles who failed the competition and entered the wilderness in a last-ditch attempt, and the wilderness hunters who hunted wild beasts for a living, all contributed to the deformed prosperity of Sunset Town.

The wilderness tavern is the main beneficiary of this abnormal prosperity. Criminals drink strong wine here, noble children drink bitter wine here, and wilderness hunters regard it as their second home.

A year ago, there was an extra bartender with black hair and black eyes in the Wilderness Tavern. His name was Zhou Mo.

A white rag was vigorously scrubbing the dark wood counter with an ordinary hand, and the stains caused by spilled rum and red beer were wiped off with difficulty. Zhou Mo cleaned up his post meticulously.

It was early in the morning, and the hangover drunkards were still sleeping soundly. There was no business in the tavern, and the owner of the tavern, the red-bearded uncle, would not come over until another quarter of an hour. Zhou Mo was the only one in the tavern with hundreds of square meters.

After finishing the last bit of work, he looked at the newly tidy tavern, Zhou Mo exhaled foul breath, and glanced at the drunk lying on the ground outside the tavern, his black eyes lit up.

Before Zhou Mo’s future, the rule of the red-bearded uncle was that all the drunken guests in the tavern should be thrown out of the tavern after the door closed at midnight. At dawn, the red-bearded man who came to open the door would kick them awake one by one, Loud enough to wake up the whole town and tell them to come in and drink or fuck off.

After Zhou Mo came, the rules were still the same, but there was an extra process in the middle.

Walking out of the solid wood arched door of the tavern, Zhou Mo stretched out his right hand and touched the forehead of each drunk. During this period, many vigilant people opened their eyes suddenly, but when they saw that it was Zhou Mo, they collapsed on the ground again and ignored it. .

It is said that when Zhou Mo was picked up by the red-bearded uncle, he collapsed among the drunkards outside the tavern with a high fever all over his body. If the red-bearded uncle found that the black-haired boy was not breathing properly after closing the door, and touched his forehead, Zhou Mo would have been there as early as possible. He died silently that cold night.

Therefore, Zhou Mo developed a habit of checking whether these drunks were sick before going to bed and after finishing work in the morning.

There were seventeen or eighteen drunk men outside the tavern, most of them were wilderness hunters wearing leather armor and capes, and a few of them were lined with silk clothes. They were nobles thrown here by their families.As for the criminals who were desperate in the empire, most of them were in a hurry, and after purchasing a batch of living supplies in the tavern, they left as quickly as possible.

Zhou Mo's movements were very agile, moving swiftly among the drunks in disorder, without a trace of dust on the toes, when Zhou Mo's palm touched the forehead of the last drunk, for some reason Zhou Mo's feet paused slightly, A footprint was deeply imprinted on the land of the town. Zhou Mo's black eyes narrowed slightly, and he realized that he was a son of a down and out nobleman. .

After looking up and down the down-and-out nobleman, he didn't find any coat of arms or patterns that could represent the identity of the nobleman. Zhou Mo frowned slightly. According to the red-bearded father, this kind of nobleman who can't tell his identity is the The one with the biggest background is also the most dangerous.

Stay away from this person in the future.This thought flashed in Zhou Mo's mind, and was immediately replaced by joy. The harvest in the past year was not as much as that obtained from this down-and-out nobleman.

With all his strength, Zhou Mo smoothed out the footprints. Zhou Mo returned to the tavern, clenched his fists, and the loose linen clothes were instantly filled with the bulging muscles of Zhou Mo's body. He rolled up his sleeves, and Zhou Mo The tendons on the arms are prominent, the color is dark, with a faint metallic luster.

"That's right, the tendons are pure black. Although the fire is still a little short, it's only a matter of time before we get away from the black iron."

The red-bearded uncle's voice suddenly appeared, Zhou Mo raised his head and smiled, loosened his fist, and his figure returned to normal.

The man with the red beard is extremely tall, standing outside the counter as if there is an extra wall, his face has a conspicuous red beard like a flame in full bloom, the man with the red beard seems to be of dwarf blood, the beard is big, but the eyes are small, and there are sparkles in it. With all his eyes on, he looked Zhou Mo up and down, snorted coldly, and patted the black wood counter with his big fan-like hand, seeing that no dust was bouncing up, he sat down with satisfaction.

Zhou Mo looked strange, he hadn't heard the red bearded man's loud voice today, and seeing the red bearded man's appearance, he didn't intend to wake up those drunkards.But the red-bearded uncle never asked about his background, and likewise, he never asked about the red-bearded uncle.

Using the most intense snow-mountain burning knife as the base, followed by blood grapes, fresh cow blood, and sea rum, Zhou Mo quickly mixed a glass of wine, poured it into an oak cup, and placed it by the hand of the red-bearded uncle.

The wine was viscous, swirling in the cup the size of a bowl, and the dark red wine was like magma that was brewing.

The red-bearded man drank the wine in one gulp, closed his lips tightly, and held his breath, feeling the hotness in his stomach like a volcanic eruption, and the bloody bloody beheading on the battlefield, until the climax receded, leaving only a faint fishy smell like the sea breeze Finally, he let out a long breath of alcohol.

A year ago, Zhou Mo, who was rescued by the red-bearded uncle and cured of his fever, was stripped off from head to toe, and everything that could be exchanged for even a copper was seized by the red-bearded uncle. He sold it to a human trafficker to pay for the medical expenses. Zhou Mo spent such a glass of wine in exchange for the job that he now lives and works.

The red beard who was aroused by this cup of "Sea Man" slammed the oak on the counter, then stood up abruptly, and muttered dirtyly:
"Gou Ri's Lion Heart Family, Gou Ri's Secret Guards of the Imperial Capital, Gou Ri's Politics!" He walked out of the tavern.

Zhou Mo took a breath when he heard the words Lionheart Family, and the rest of the words made Zhou Mo wish he was deaf.

"Gou Ri's drunks, get out of here. There are two choices, come in and continue drinking, or go to the wilderness to feed wild beasts!"

The familiar voice and familiar words made Zhou Mo wake up from the trembling just now, and laughed at himself. Those who fucked are all big shots, but it has nothing to do with him as a bartender, right?
A day in Sunset Town started with the roar of the red bearded man like a rooster crowing.

Ten coppers for a glass of low-quality rum, one gold coin for a glass of man on the sea, ten gold coins for a glass of imperial style, a glass of wine was sent from Zhou Mo's hands, and then entered the stomachs of these drunk men, spending money was extremely enjoyable, Those who collect money also enjoy it.

Zhou Mo lived the same stable life as the previous year, as if the words he heard in the morning had never spit out from the mouth of the red-bearded uncle.

A first quarter moon, a last quarter moon, and a half moon appeared at the same time in the sky, which meant that it was already midnight, and most of the guests in the tavern had left, leaving only some drunken drunkards.

"Throw it all out!"

Sipping a glass of Zhou Mo's special "Dark Night Sun", the red-bearded uncle was a little reluctant to let go of the wine glass in his hand, so he threw the job to Zhou Mo.

Holding a drunk in one hand, and throwing it on the ground with tenderness, these are the last two, Zhou Mo stretched his waist, thinking about the soft big bed he bought two months ago , Drink a glass of "Moon Spring" after closing the door for a while, and then sleep until dawn. This is the most comfortable thing for Zhou Mo in a day.

Bending down, touching the foreheads of these drunks as usual, until the last one, Zhou Mo got nothing, and muttered a little disappointed:
"A bunch of good-for-nothings who only know how to drink, and haven't made any progress at all."

He got up and was about to turn around, but saw a vague figure appearing in the darkness outside the town, who seemed to be holding something in his hand.

After stopping for a while, the figure had already entered the town, and following the lights in the tavern, Zhou Mo recognized this person as the down-and-out nobleman who had brought him great harvest.

Cursed secretly in his heart: "It's really bad luck!" Zhou Mo hurried into the tavern, and seeing the red bearded uncle still sipping "Dark Night Sun" intoxicated, Zhou Mo said:
"Uncle red beard, I'm going to sleep first, don't forget to close the door when you leave."

The red-bearded uncle snorted coldly, put the wine glass on the counter, and said in a calm voice:

"Boy, just wait, you have to mix a glass of wine later, the rules can't be broken!"

Zhou Mo's footsteps sank, his face turned bitter, but he still returned to the counter. The rules of the red bearded uncle are the rules of the entire Xiyang Town. Zhou Mo has no intention or strength to break the rules of the red bearded uncle, so he can only abide by it. .

There was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, which was obviously done on purpose by the people outside the door.

"If you don't want to get involved, don't talk for a while."

The voice of the red-bearded uncle suddenly sounded in Zhou Mo's ear. This voice was different from the usual voice, and it actually sounded directly in his ear, as if the red-bearded uncle was speaking softly in his ear.

Zhou Mo couldn't help looking at the red-bearded uncle, but he saw that the red-bearded uncle was still sipping wine slowly, without even looking at him.

A down-and-out nobleman with golden wavy hair and a whole body like a marble sculpture walked in, his blue eyes glanced at Zhou Mo, and his murderous gaze made Zhou Mo's back chill, and he didn't dare to look at him, Then the downcast nobleman's eyes fell on the red bearded uncle.

The down-and-out nobleman stared for a while, the murderous intent on his body slowly dissipated, and then he walked to the counter, holding a package the size of a bull's head in his hand, and the silk fabric that was obviously torn from the inner shirt revealed a dark black color. Liquid, with a rusty smell of metal.

"Bang!" The package was still on the counter, Zhou Mo lowered his eyes, as if he didn't see anything.

The red-bearded man didn't even look at the package, his small eyes stared at the liquid in the glass, hesitating for a while, then sighed reluctantly, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, and leaned his neck to reflect on it for a while, Just now, he smacked his mouth a few times, which meant that he had finished the glass of wine.

Pulling the package in front of him, the down-and-out noble didn't stop him, but just twitched his nose slightly, then looked at the wine glass of the red-bearded uncle, his throat moved, his blue eyes looked at Zhou Mo, and just about to speak, the red-bearded man The uncle has already opened the package.

Devil, Zhou Mo has never seen a devil before, but the moment he saw that head, the word devil came to mind. The head had a single horn, the skin was like gray leather, there was no hair, and the scalp was full of hideous folds.

Resisting a few steps back without embarrassment, he forced himself to maintain a standing posture with his eyes down, which made the down-and-out noble look at Zhou Mo approvingly.

"The iron-eating devil's head is desolate, the devil's head is intact." The red-bearded uncle casually commented, and then remained silent for a long time.

The red-bearded uncle didn't speak, and the down-and-out noble didn't speak either, as if waiting for the red-bearded uncle's decision.

half an hour...

"Give him a cup of the rest of his life."

Zhou Mo started to move like a machine. For the rest of his life in the wilderness, the only bartending that existed before Zhou Mo came to the tavern was only given to those who had completed the family task in the wilderness and were able to return to the family after the last effort was successful. The son of a nobleman is the respect of the Wilderness Tavern and the approval of the red bearded uncle.

Using the strongest underground tequila as the base, adding raw animal blood, devil fish roe, wilderness fresh tobacco leaf juice, the color of the wine is like the sunset in the wilderness, and it makes people sink.

(End of this chapter)