Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System Chapter 404

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The tavern in Mannheim Market has a separate street with simple stalls on both sides. Most of the stall owners are wearing blood-stained leather armor and sitting on the ground holding swords. From time to time, passers-by will walk up. Take a look or two, or ask a few questions in a low voice.

This environment made Yaro feel a little familiar inexplicably, a little like the corner street of the Owl Wizard Academy.

But because his money was too tight, Yaro had no intention of wandering around. He walked down the street and when he reached the end of the street, he finally saw the door of the tavern.

Pushing the heavy wooden door, noisy sounds and hot turbid air rush towards you.

The harsh sound of the wooden door attracted the attention of several customers at the door of the tavern. They glanced at Yaro, and then continued their merrymaking. There was no such thing as "everyone knows your strength" as the owner Harvey said. 'There must be a lot of hunting teams rushing to collect'.

Even the bartender didn't receive him. Instead, he stood in the room and shouted: "If you want to come in, come in quickly. Don't block the door one by one. Isn't it interesting to stand at the door?"

Yaro walked into the room and asked with a smile: "Don't you know me?"

The bartender was a young man in his twenties. While wiping the glass, he looked up and looked at it a few times, and said:

"I get up before dawn every day and have to work until late at night. I haven't seen what it's like during the day outside for I don't know how long. Why do I know you? What? Can I get a raise if I know you?"

Yaluo was happy, "Of course not, I don't know his boss."

Sheng Feng was also annoyed and said with a smile: "He's not interesting at all... Damn, they don't have anything to eat outside? What's the price?"

Yaro frowned happily and leaned back. The metal arm armor covered in his robe hit the shiny bar counter, making a dull collision sound.

Yaro emphasized the pronunciation of "drunk".

The drunkard pretends to stop beating people, vividly showing the image of a drunkard going crazy.

Instead, the middle-aged alcoholic Sheng Feng, who had experienced many battles, felt the smell of gunpowder smoke under me.

It's someone else's idea, we should all be lucky.

'Spelled bran broth' paired with 'white bread porridge', a level of dining that would make ordinary people cry.

Because bartending is just a big deal.

"Uh...yes." The gentleman was stunned and nodded.

Before I finished speaking, a decadent middle-aged drunkard walked over in a few steps and shouted:

"...I'm sorry, that's true." The gentleman bowed apologetically.

The bartender suddenly stood up: "He's here to try..."

Wheat bran is the skin that falls off when old wheat is ground into flour, similar to the red peel on the outside of peanuts.

"Put it in the account of the gentleman who is not 'drunk' yet!" White bread, which you order with conscience, is made with a large amount of barley flour mixed with a small amount of bran. The whiter ones also have a small amount of sawdust added to the outside. , but it is harder than wood when heated up, and can be used as a weapon in times of crisis.

"He doesn't talk nonsense. He doesn't talk nonsense. Did you give him money or something? I'll give you wine... wine!"

At that time, Uncle Hank, who was still not drunk under the bar, moved his fingers slightly...

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Just when Yaro was about to help me, a gentleman next to me who was drinking politely from a wine glass suddenly said:

The bartender said angrily: "Yes, my aunt said that I can only sell him eight glasses of wine a day. If he hasn't finished his eight glasses, if you sell it to him again, my aunt will blame you."

Without strength and poverty, who would dare to make a wrong idea?

"Shut up! Get one...two glasses of single-malt Firewhiskey!"

The bartender also raised his head, "Warcraft meat..."

Spelled barley is horse feed in the Viscounty of Corwai.

Uncle Hank shouted drunkenly... Well, that sentence was so drunk that he felt like he was swaying around and about to fall at any time since he was old.

"It's a small matter, forget it."

Yaro thought so and stopped the drunkard with a smile.

The bartender felt emboldened, raised his head, and wiped the glass a little slower, "Do you want something? If so, don't waste your time."

Then... Uncle Hank passed out drunk at the bar.

"Then..." The gentleman's eyes were not vague.

"Oops! It's a bad idea, it's a bad idea! That **** fell out of love today. Haha, you said it a long time ago. It's nothing trivial. It's just like drinking..."

"Sir, you actually only dare to look for lone monsters on the edge of the White Dark Plains, and you have to make long preparations before you dare to take action. With your strength, you actually just have to join you, and... during that time of yours I am also taking a rest, I still know how long I have to wait since I set out last time.”

Then Yaro turned back to the bartender and said, "Place a glass of fire whiskey for that uncle, and get you a glass of juice."

"Spelled broth, 5p a portion, white bread porridge, 3p a portion."

"Of course! It's your honor. Please bring you a glass of gin." The gentleman said with a smile.

Yaluo is short of magic stones because he bought purification potions. He is short of gold coins because he was 'burned' by the magic spell. But I am short of silver coins.

Hmm... The key is the anomaly. I can afford the low-level meal of starting with a magic stone.

Snap!

Is it this kind of murderous intention towards people? Do I have a habit of observing the fatal strengths of human beings?

Yaluo pointed to the empty seat beside him: "Can't I help you explain the situation on the Baidian Plain? You are very curious about the outside world. Find Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuａ.com. Of course, you can't buy him a drink either."

Although it is a question, what it says is conclusive.

It's okay to eat a few unusual meals.

That can be judged from our stance and subtle facial reactions.

Sheng Feng glanced at me, then glanced at the surrounding drinkers, and suddenly said: "Is that their captain?"

"Does he have a habit of just feeling comfortable when he's not being beaten?"

Therefore, it is very unlikely that he is not an experienced hunter in the hunting team.

"It's because you're worried. You've been short of money since you were old, and you want to go hunting for monsters in the White Dark Plains. You're going to find a hunting group to join."

Does that count as falling asleep on the pillow?

"Tch, this is enough!"

Yaro immediately added: "Well! I haven't even had a glass of juice and a roast lamb..."

Yarrow's intention was obvious, he wanted to buy Uncle Hank a drink.

Yaro saw that the middle-aged drunkard was interrupting the young bartender, but he was also happy to see the result.

There's nothing wrong with being short of money.

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That sentence was talking about drunkards, and it was also talking about what happened next.

The bartender looked convinced: "Uncle Hank, do you have..."

"Well," Yaro stood up, "Their captain is not 'drunk' yet. If he is, do they have the right to agree to your joining?"

"Special food will do," Yaro interrupted.

"Well, if you give that gentleman another roast lamb, I'll charge it to your account!"

The ingredients of Shengfeng Ote wheat bran broth can be imagined.

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