As night fell quietly, Luye Town began to become generally quiet, and only a few places remained lively.

The Flame and Hammer Tavern is located in a remote location, not on the main street of Greenye Town, and is located in an alleyway.

It is logical that if you choose a location like this, the business of the Flame and Hammer Tavern should be very deserted, but the facts are exactly the opposite.

"Old Ham, another barrel of rye."

"One-eyed, can you be more happy and drink wine and be like an old lady."

"Come on, try hard, try hard!"

"Damn nigger, can you just get drained? Can you lose this too?"

Pushing open the somewhat blackened wooden door, the noise came towards him, Flig glanced at the scene in the tavern and strode in.

There are many people in the tavern, most of whom are big and thick men, gathering together in groups of three or three, drinking, chatting, and gambling.

The area of ​​the tavern is not large, and you can imagine how many rough men gather together.

Frigged slightly, Friger walked straight to the bar. Not long ago, he was also a regular visitor here. He was a little uncomfortable if he hadn't come for a while. I have to say that people are sometimes really pretentious creatures.

"A cup of bloody Mary."

Flig's burly body sat down in front of the bar, casting a shadow.

"Hey, Flig, long time no see."

As he spoke, Old Ham kept moving his hands, and he simply mixed four different wines together.

Old Ham is the owner of the Flame and Hammer Tavern, and is also the bartender at the Tavern. He is not tall, has a solid person, has a big belly and a rough beard.

The thin and short fingers flew, and a glass of blood-burning wine appeared in front of Flig.

"It's still the taste."

After drinking a cup, a hot feeling rose from his throat, Fligh showed a happy smile.

Buzz, a golden glow, and a golden gallon appeared in front of Old Ham.

Looking at this rare gold coin, Old Ham looked calm and did not reveal his due greed.

“There are too many.”

No longer paying attention to the gold coins, Old Ham lowered his head and wiped the bar.

"Not much, just right."

The voice was calm, Flig's body remained motionless, his eyes staring at Old Ham.

"Say it, what do you want to know?"

Wipe the bar clean, Old Ham showed a serious look, and his big eyes looked directly at Flig's gaze.

"I want to know where the lost kid in Greenye Town has been recently? Or who made the move."

As he spoke, Fligh stared at Old Ham with his eyes, not letting go of a slight change.

Hearing Flig's question, Old Ham did not speak for a moment, but fell into silence.

"Flig, did you ask this question as a bounty hunter, or as a member of the Yin Beast?"

Without giving an answer, Old Ham asked the question instead.

Upon hearing this, Flig's pupils involuntarily contracted. Although it was not a big secret that he joined the Yin Beast, not many people knew about it.

"Is there any difference? Old Ham."

Still speaking, Flig knew that he had come to the Flame and Hammer Tavern right, and this place might be more mysterious than he knew.

"There is a big difference. If you ask as a bounty hunter, I advise you to take back this gold gallon. If you ask as a Yin Beast, I have to say extra money."

The eyes were facing each other, silently silent.

"How many?"

"Ten gold gallons."

Old Ham's words were clean and neat, and there was obviously no room for negotiation.

Ten gold gallons are not a small number for Flig. This is only accumulated after he joined the Yin Beast. However, after thinking for a while, he still took out nine gold gallons from his wallet. He believed that the money was worth it, and there might be surprises this time.

His dark palm brushed across the bar and put ten gold Gallons in his pocket. Old Ham glanced at Fligge, but still didn't speak.

"Old Ham, you're really a miser."

As if he had realized something, Fligh threw a silver Gallen to Old Ham.

"Not long ago, a caravan came to Greenye Town. They mainly sell sheep, so you can go and have a look."

After getting the silver coins, Old Ham was straightforward.

Hearing this, Flig thought.

"Frig, for the sake of being an acquaintance, I advise you not to be careless, otherwise I am afraid that you will not be able to drink the wine I made."

"Haha, Old Ham, you are not afraid of missing a fat sheep like me for you to slaughter."

With a smile on his face, Flig made a joke.

Hearing this, Old Ham didn't say anything and quietly made a bartender.

"Can you say it's more specific? Old Ham."

His smile was restrained and the old Hamflig, who looked at the unresponsive old, spoke again.

Silence, still silent, Old Ham seemed to have not heard Flig's words, silently mixing the wine.

After sitting for a while, knowing that Old Ham would not say anything, Flig got up and left the Flame and Hammer Tavern.

Seeing Flig's figure disappearing at the door of the tavern, Old Ham called a guy to replace him and turned around and left the bar.

In addition to being a normal tavern, the Flame and Hammer Tavern is also an intelligence exchange place. Many intelligence dealers choose to sell intelligence here. Of course, the biggest intelligence dealer is the tavern itself. In addition, some people choose to publish tasks here. With these two points, mercenaries, bounty hunters and other characters are attracted. Over time, the two promote each other, and the place becomes more and more lively.

In fact, the Flame and Hammer Tavern not only exists in Green Field Town, but can be seen in many pioneering territories in the New World, and even the Old World. A long time ago, this Flame and Hammer Tavern became a fixed gathering place for mercenaries and bounty hunters. Its background is mysterious and unfathomable. At least so far, there is no one who can escape unscathed in the tavern.

The Shepherds Chamber of Commerce came to Greenye Town a month ago and purchased some special supplies from Greenye Town in addition to selling its main commodity sheep, which is exactly the same as ordinary chamber of commerce.

West Street, the temporary residence of the Shepherd's Chamber of Commerce.

"Team leader, the number of lambs is almost the same. Maybe it's time for us to leave this place."

"About the same how much difference?"

The figures are blurred under the dim lights, and the voice of the person who is called the leader is a little cold.

"It's still five."

The expression tightened, and the person who spoke before gave the answer.

"Then let's get all together before leaving."

Hearing this, the person who had spoken before was confused for a while, and finally said:

"Team leader, the loss of the Lamb seems to have attracted the attention of the official town of Green Field. I am worried that there will be an accident if I stay."

"Accident? It does not exist, even if the lambs stand before them, they cannot see it."
Chapter completed!