Heritage foundry

Chapter 51 Wilderness Tavern
That noisy and bustling border town, that wide and crowded long street.

Boundless farmers, old farmers who work hard to reap the fruits.

Zhou Mo once walked through that barren Baili Road stained with blood.

Back in Sunset Town again, I saw the newly built Wilderness Tavern.

Zhou Mo stopped in front of the tavern. It was early in the morning, and the red-bearded man hadn't opened the door yet, and there were fewer wilderness guests outside the tavern.

Bending down, he stroked the foreheads of every wilderness traveler who died of drunkenness. This time, Zhou Mo was sincerely making sure that no one was sick, and cared about each life.

Pushing open the heavy door of the tavern, there was a mess, Zhou Mo smiled slightly, without him, the tavern that had been tidy for a year suddenly returned to its original state.

Finding out the rag, carrying a bucket of clean water, he cleaned up the tavern in a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar way, and turned behind the counter. Zhou Mo turned his head and glanced out the window. The red bearded man had already come from the street.

It is still the most intense snow-mountain burning knife as the base, followed by blood grapes, fresh cow blood, and sea rum. It is still the favorite wine of the man on the sea, the red beard uncle in the morning.

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

The familiar shout that roared like thunder made the chuckle at the corner of Zhou Mo's mouth bigger, soothing and bright like sunshine.

The door of the tavern was pushed open roughly, and the red-bearded uncle walked in. He saw Zhou Mo in a blink of an eye, and was taken aback for a moment, with a hint of joy in his small eyes, but he didn't say anything, and sat in front of the counter.

The man in the sea pushed a glass of wine in front of the red-bearded uncle, and the red-bearded uncle still drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp, shut his mouth, and let the smell of alcohol turn his face red.

The day's business started, and the wilderness tourists cheered when they saw Zhou Mo, took out all the money on their bodies, and ordered a glass of Zhou Mo's specialty wine.

It seems that everyone knows that Zhou Mo will no longer belong here.

No one asked what Zhou Mo had experienced these days, and no one asked what the turmoil was like a few days ago.

The only change in the tavern is that there is a little silence, everyone is drinking silently, it seems that the future life is all in the cup.

The universe is big in the wine, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot.

Zhou Mo inexplicably remembered this poem from his hometown, and felt that these people in the tavern must understand the deep meaning in it.

It was late at night, and a carriage stopped at the entrance of the tavern. Inside the window of the carriage, a pair of green eyes watched Zhou Mo throw drunk drunks out of the tavern, and then stroked their foreheads one by one. After confirming that they were all strong and strong, they straightened up just now, blinking their green eyes through the window of the carriage, and looked away.

The lights were dim, Zhou Mo and Ruiwen-Nalong were sitting opposite each other in the wilderness tavern, and the red bearded man was sitting in the corner, drinking wine alone, from time to time, he let out an unconscious laugh from his big mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking .

The atmosphere was dull, and neither of them said a word, until Brother Noah walked into the tavern and knocked the solid wood counter loudly:
"After working on the border for so many years, it's a pity that I haven't had that cup of the rest of my life in the wilderness. I must have a good drink tonight."

After Brother Noah finished speaking, he glanced at Ruiwen Nalong, smiled at Zhou Mo, and sat on the edge of the counter.

Zhou Mo was a little puzzled by the inexplicable arrival of these three people, but the arrival of Brother Noah broke the dull atmosphere between Zhou Mo and Ruiwen Nalong.

Zhou Mo took the lead and said:

"Two cups of the rest of my life in the wilderness, where is His Royal Highness Nalong? The rest of my life in the wilderness is not suitable for women."

Under the blue-golden mask, Ruiwen-Nalong blinked, innocent as a girl, and said:

"You are a bartender, make a suitable glass!"

Zhou Mo nodded, and first prepared two cups of Wilderness Yusheng.

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.

Pushing the wine glass in front of Brother Noah, he gave Longbottom Noah a puzzled look.

Longbottom-Noah smiled mysteriously, and then without saying anything, he clinked glasses with his brother, and the two drank it down in one gulp, sinking into the aftertaste.

Reluctantly, Zhou Mo began to make Ruiwen-Nalong's wine, thinking of that day, after he killed Mithril with a cat-and-butterfly attack, Zhou Mo's expression softened.

Elf honey fruit wine as the base, add three drops of five grain wine, five drops of snow mountain burnt, nine drops of mountain grape aging, the color of the wine is milky white with a blush, like a beauty who is slightly drunk.

"His Royal Highness Nalong is the beauty of the world, a cup of Qingcheng drunk is perfect."

Ruiwen-Nalong looked at the color of the wine in the glass, and caressed the wine glass along the edge with her slender white hands, her skin color was actually mixed with the color of the wine, no difference.

Under the blue-golden mask, Ruiwen-Nalong chuckled, but instead of drinking, she looked at Zhou Mo and said:
"The Battle of the Great River. All the five armies directly under the western empire participated in the battle. The total number of soldiers participating in the battle reached 200 million, which is almost half of the total force directly under the empire."

"Under the decisive battle, the empire won a big victory. The Ryze Empire will no longer have combat power within a hundred years. The interests of business and mines in the western part of the empire can be preserved. Most of the chambers of commerce under the names of old nobles are making a lot of money. The local nobles in the west It has also benefited a lot, the military sacrificed the most in the war, and the veteran nobles benefited the most."

"Nowadays, the great war is successful, but the empire is unable to award rewards. Between tens of millions of soldiers and hundreds of military nobles, His Majesty the Emperor naturally chose tens of millions of soldiers, and thus gave up hundreds of military nobles to take their property. , as a reward for tens of thousands of soldiers, and by the way, there are still a lot of lord fiefs left."

Ruiwen-Nalong's voice is clear and sexy, even if she talks about extremely boring things, she can still be fascinating.

Although Zhou Mo was most unwilling to hear these political games and trade-offs at this time, he still listened unconsciously under Rui Wen Nalong's voice.

Hearing this, my heart became more and more depressed, and I couldn't help saying:

"His Royal Highness Nalong, Zhou Mo is just a black iron life. He is under the protection of the Military Intelligence Bureau to save his life. He has nothing to do with him. Why are you telling me these things?"

Ruiwen Nalong just ignored him, as if she didn't hear him, and continued:

"As I said, the veteran nobles benefited the most from this turmoil, and the military sacrificed the most in the war. Do you know who has lost the most politically?"

Rui Wen-Nalong's green eyes glanced at Zhou Mo ironically, without him answering, she continued on her own:
"Do you think the old aristocrats can't tolerate the rise of the new military aristocrats? This is a political game between the military aristocrats and the old aristocrats?"

After two questions, Ruiwen Nalong's tone suddenly softened.

"You are very smart, Zhou Mo. I have never seen such a capable and intelligent commoner like you. You are involved in such a huge vortex that has no bottom. But you struggled to pull yourself out, and every step you took was extremely thrilling, but extremely correct."

Ruiwen-Nalong's voice seems to have magic power, which can bring people's emotions into it and think according to her way of thinking.

Zhou Mo fell into it inadvertently, and said a little proudly at this time:
"Thank you, Your Highness Nalong, for your compliment. However, I have already received the best reward. I am still alive and well, and I will be able to live well in the future with my ability."

Ruiwen Nalong raised her blue eyes, glanced at Zhou Mo contemptuously, and her tone became cold.

"You and the Military Intelligence Bureau helped the veteran nobles to force His Majesty the Emperor to cut off the five western legions that he cultivated by himself and just earned a big face for the Emperor. You really should be rewarded."

A light sentence, the tone of which was as dull as white water in a well, but when it stopped in Zhou Mo's ears, it was like a thunderbolt, and it directly blasted into his head.

Countless thoughts were blasted out from the depths of my mind, and then drawn by Ruiwen Nalong's words, forming a complete chain, pulling off all the veils of the storm that seemed to be in the past, and showing it before Zhou Mo's eyes.

There are conflicts between the emerging nobles in the military and the old nobles, but the focus of the conflict is not on interests, but on politics, the Otto Empire allowed the fiefdom nobles to have their own army, and most of the old nobles started their careers with military exploits. The relationship on the Internet is so deep-rooted that it cannot be shaken at all.

The veteran nobles have joined hands and have the strength to shake the foundation of the empire. As the emperor, he naturally cannot look at it like this.

Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor joined forces with the Duke of Lionheart, the founding father of the country, to form the five direct armies in the west as a weight to check and balance the old aristocratic groups.

This is a political game between the emperor and established nobles, a secret contest between imperial power and noble groups.

And the Military Intelligence Bureau, which has been silent for decades, for its own benefit, favored a little bit of the old nobles, and provoked this turbulent wave.

Ruiwen-Nalong looked at the complex expression on Zhou Mo's face, and felt a little joy in her heart for some reason, adding fuel to the fire and said:
"Although the military won a great victory in the Battle of Dahe, do you know who the biggest contributors are if you really want to get to the bottom of this great victory?"

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in Zhou Mo's mind, and he blurted out:

"Veteran nobles!"

Rui Wen-Naron smiled, the smile under the blue-golden mask was so happy.

Zhou Mo looked at Ruiwen-Nalong, a thought suddenly appeared in his heart, and his eyes became horrified.

The blue eyes and Zhou Mo looked at each other, blinking innocently, it was so beautiful.

"It's not very polite to look at a lady like that! In the name of the Princess of the Sea Kingdom, I assure His Majesty the Emperor that our three kingdoms have never participated in this matter!"

That's right, in the Otto Empire, who is the leader of the veteran nobles, except for the three Otto princes?
Zhou Mo bowed his head and silently mixed a glass of wine for himself.

With highland barley bitter wine as the base, add snake gall, add underground magma wine, add red ling soil wine, the color of the wine is pure black.

Picking up the wine glass, Zhou Mo tried his best to control the stability of his voice.

"His Royal Highness Nalong, tonight you will drink tonight to celebrate your victory, and I will swallow this cup and feel bitter. You and I will drink a cup together."

Picking up the wine glass with a slender white hand, his green eyes were full of joy, and he even chuckled with a crisp voice. He touched Zhou Mo lightly, and the two drank it all down.

A cup is as sweet as honey, full-bodied and fragrant, like the joy of life, can make you drunk all over the city.

A cup of bitterness enters the heart, sour and astringent scratches the throat, like a long time, can soak the soul.

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