Very drunk.

I don’t know when,

Four young people, two men and two women, walked in outside the pub.

Their clothes are gorgeous, their equipment is impressive, and their brows reveal a sense of pride that is different from ordinary adventurers. At first glance, they look like the kind of young masters and ladies from aristocratic families who come out to travel and have adventures.

As soon as he entered the door, Raymond saw these people.

The tall girl with a pretty face had a novel and timid expression on her face, as if it was her first time on such an occasion.

She smiled at the fat man next to her and said, "Gee... Matthew, I have never been to a tavern before. If you bring me here, aren't you afraid that my father will break your legs if he finds out?"

The music in the tavern was so loud that she had to put her face close to it, and she didn't seem to mind being so intimate.

From the tone of voice, they sound like two brothers and sisters.

The fat man's name is obviously Matthew.

He looked helpless and responded: "Ilya! It was obviously you who asked me to bring you here because you said you were curious about what the tavern was like, okay?"

Ilya's pretty face was filled with pride, and she put her hands on her hips, "I don't care, I'm going to be discovered anyway, so I'll just tell you that you lied to me, brother!"

"..."

Matthew seemed a little helpless towards this unruly sister, and said quietly: "How about we go back now? We just entered the door and there is still time to go back."

"Humph~ No way... Others say that taverns are the place where adventurers should stay. We finally went out for fun and have never been to a tavern. What kind of adventurers are we?"

Ilya raised his slender neck enthusiastically and had no intention of paying attention to the fat man's words.

Looking at the feasting and feasting scene in front of me, everything feels so novel.

Ilya's beautiful eyes fluttered, shining with excitement, and her pretty face became flushed with excitement. Without waiting for anyone else's guidance, she slipped into the tavern.

"Hey, Ilya, wait for me!"

Seeing this scene, the fat man rolled his eyes and followed helplessly.

...

It's approaching midnight, when the Zhengzheng Tavern's business is at its busiest.

The dance floor was crowded with restless men and women, and the small tables were full. Only a few empty seats were left next to Raymond.

There was a lonely nobleman who was drinking. There were girls who had flirted with him a few times before, but after a long time of hints and hints, there was no reaction from this guy. The girls left in disgust. No one wanted to sit here anymore.

Beside the wooden man.

"Come on, come on, there's still room here..."

Ilya happily called the other three companions over. She looked at Raymond and asked timidly: "Uncle, can we sit here?"

Naturally, she also noticed that the cold aura of the man in front of her was incompatible with the warm atmosphere of the pub.

"..."

Raymond didn't raise his eyes. The shout of "uncle" made him very irritable.

"No one is here, please sit down."

"Thank you~"

Ilya smiled slightly, revealing two sweet dimples.

"Ilya, don't run around..."

Fat Matthew had just walked over and casually glanced at the sword-wielding drinker sitting next to him. When he saw Raymond's face clearly, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

Huh...is it him?

"This guy is actually still alive?"

Matthew was wandering around the city in the afternoon, and happened to see Raymond identifying fake antiquities at the mercenary union. He also became a spectator with great interest.

He knew very well how to identify counterfeit antiquities and agreed with Raymond's statement.

But when he listened to Raymond casually say those old Knicks slangs, he also suspected that this person was just showing off and didn't take it seriously. But now...it seems that the situation is a little different from what he thought.

ah.

Fatty had naturally heard of the bad reputation of the "Black Snake Mercenary Group". When he saw the goatee informing his accomplices to catch up, he knew that this guy should be dead.

But now...what did I see?

This guy is drinking here properly!

As for the gangsters from the "Black Snake Mercenary Group" who hate them for the rest of the night, how could they let this guy go?

"Could it be...that the rumor from the previous rumor is true, that the leader of the Black Snake Mercenary Group was really killed?!"

Matthew thought of a terrifying possibility.

But it's obviously a bit unbelievable. The leader of Black Snake is also a master of Sequence 7!

He rolled his eyes, sat next to Raymond, asked the bartender to serve two bottles of rum, and greeted with a smile: "I, Matthew Beller of the Thunderbird Chamber of Commerce, would you be honored to treat this friend to a drink?

"

Thunderbird Chamber of Commerce? Raymond was not familiar with it, and it seemed to be a small chamber of commerce that was not well-known.

He knew that the fat man obviously had an ulterior motive, so he smiled, said nothing, and raised his glass to show his courtesy.

Matthew is a professional businessman. Although he is young, he is quite talkative. Even if Raymond doesn't talk much, the fat man seems to be a talkative, trying to find topics to talk about. Of course, more often than not, he is testing

Raymond's background.

They all drank a lot. The fat man's companions saw that he was chatting with a stranger and seemed to be very interested. Although they were confused, they ignored him and played games and drank wine, but they felt comfortable.

The two of them chatted wordlessly,

Raymond also heard and got a lot of useful information from the chat.

What about King Salo I of Tianlan who has been in a coma after being hit hard by a bombardment two years ago...what about the Clive family, the new powerful people in the royal capital...what about the infighting among the major princes fighting for the first succession, and the undercurrent in the royal capital.

move...

As they chatted, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Of course, one of the most important reasons that kept him patiently chatting with the fat man was... the major shareholder behind the Thunderbird Chamber of Commerce family was the ancient "Baylor Family", which had started out as a jeweler in the royal capital.

After thinking for a while, Raymond asked: "Do you have a lady named 'Avalis Belle' in your family? She seems to be about forty or fifty years old."

"Ah? Maybe...but I can't remember clearly."

Matthew frowned and thought for a while, then said apologetically: "The family has many branches, and I don't know the names of many elders."

His little eyes lit up and he asked again: "Brother Nicholas, why are you asking this?"

Raymond thought of the story that old Mark once told, and his eyes showed a look of emotion.

"Ms. Ivalis is an old acquaintance of an elder from the past. If she is still alive, I will have to pay a visit to the royal capital in the future."

"Oh, that's such a coincidence! If you go to the Royal Capital in the future, you must come to No. 88 Maple Leaf Street. I must fulfill my duty as a landlord and let's have a few more drinks!"

As he said that, he winked closer and whispered: "Let me tell you, although the girls at the Red Dragon Tavern are good, the Guns and Roses Tavern in the Royal Capital is the real paradise...

Then I will definitely take you, brother, to try..."

Raymond thought for a while, he would definitely visit the Baylor family then, and nodded, "Yeah. If I go to the royal capital, I'll probably make some noise."

This fat man was familiar with himself and spoke at a very high level. It took him a long time to get to the point.

He was drunk and pretended to be casual: "Well... Nicholas, you seem to know a lot about ancient cultural relics? In the afternoon, I happened to watch you identify fakes at the market outside the mercenary union. It sounded like

Have you studied this industry? It just so happens that I came to Niguel Volcano this time to hunt for treasures, so I wanted to ask for advice..."

Raymond nodded without revealing his ulterior motives, "Well, I don't know much."

Matthew rolled his eyes and said again: "Then... do you really understand Nix's ancient prose?"

When Raymond heard this, he probably knew what the fat man was planning, and said, "Well, I have learned a little bit."

When Matthew heard this, his eyes lit up. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "Can you help me see what the words written on it mean? I have a friend who gave me

I write..."

On the scrap of paper were two rows of ancient Knicks texts copied from an unknown source.

"This fat guy looks carefree, but he's quite attentive..." Raymond took a look, and an imperceptible smile appeared in his eyes.

He didn't intend to explore other people's secrets, so he just pointed at the words above and said one by one: "Moon, ocean, sky, water, fire, love..."

These words are commonly used in Nick's articles. It seems that the fat man deliberately tested himself.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

When the fat man heard this, he believed that Raymond really understood the ancient Chinese language of Nix. Because of the words above, he personally went to the [Erudition] experts in the royal capital for advice and confirmed a few of them.

The meaning of the word is exactly the same as what he just said!

Obviously, the young-looking guy in front of him is a scholar who really understands the ancient language of Knicks. Before, outside the mercenary union, he read out the ancient language engraved on the fake cultural relic. It was not just nonsense, but it was real.

Knowledge!
To be continued...