Almighty Lord: I can modify hidden entries.

Chapter 8 Elegant, timeless

Holding the reins, he controlled the horse under his crotch to move forward slowly.

Qingyuan Town is built around the castle, but there is still a certain distance between the two sides for isolation.

Stepping into the town, a street leading to nowhere appears in front of you.

At the same time, a sour smell rushed from all sides, and the unprepared Gooden almost fell to the ground by the smell.

Here, he truly felt the style of the Middle Ages from another world.

The muddy roads were mixed with human and animal excrement, and all kinds of sewage were mixed together. An indescribable smell was rampant on the streets.

Only then did Gooden understand why his predecessor loved to run to big cities so much. In this environment, every time he went out was a torment.

With road and environmental improvement plans in mind, Gooden slowed his breathing to reduce the number of air exchanges with the outside world.

At the same time, he couldn't help speeding up the speed of the war horse and went straight to the destination.

If you want to understand the bottom level of this world, the best place to visit is the tavern.

Here, a condensed picture of otherworldly society can be reflected, and one can also know how their living standards are.

The appearance of Gooden and his party quickly attracted the attention of the residents, and everyone was a little surprised when they saw Gooden.

"Hey, isn't that Lord Lord, didn't he say he was seriously injured and was dying? What's going on?"

"Really, is the news that came out before false?"

"It's unlikely. A few days ago, I saw the lord being brought back with blood, so I can't live like that."

"Hey, do you think it's a sibling in his family? It's been so long since I've been here, and I haven't seen any family members come to visit him."

"It's really possible, maybe Master Gooden is dead, and the lord here will have to be changed in the future..."

There were rumors that all kinds of magical versions were suddenly developing rapidly. The population of Qingyuan Town was so small, and within a short time, various versions were circulated in the town.

And the protagonist Gooden had just arrived at the tavern. It was noon at this time, and there were not many people in the tavern.

But seeing Gooden's arrival, both the waiter and the drinker, were a little surprised.

After entering the tavern, Gooden took a tentative breath. Although the aura mixed with ale and various types of wine was a bit strange, it was much better than on the street.

Returning to normal breathing, Gooden walked towards the bar.

Carol, who was eating in the corner of the tavern, froze when she saw Gooden.

Don't you mean you haven't woken up yet?Then tell me who this person is in front of me?

Thinking of his tough attitude in the castle just now, Carol was suddenly a little scared. Could it be that the other party is really going to kill someone?

Between the lightning and flint, Carol hurriedly lowered her head, curled up to make herself less obvious.

'Damn, if I knew I wouldn't come to dinner, it would be nice to just leave...'

At this moment, Carol was very regretful, why did he come back for a meal before leaving, and was blocked by Gooden in the tavern.

Unaware Gooden didn't notice Carol in the corner, came to the bar, looked around, and didn't find the existence of a menu.

At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that this is the backward frontier area of ​​the empire. There are many people who can read words here, and no one can understand things like setting menus.

Seeing Gooden in a daze, the waiter at the bar asked.

"Lord Lord, what do you need?"

Returning to God, Gooden thought for a while and said.

"Well, just tell me what you have, and bring the price."

Hearing this request, the waiter didn't think much about starting to report his own menu to Gooden.

"Five copper coins for a medium cup of ale, seven copper coins for a large cup, and ten copper coins for an extra large cup..."

"Two copper coins for hard bread, five copper coins for vegetable soup a bowl..."

Listening to the price menu reported by the other party, Gooden calculated silently in his heart.

One gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is equal to one hundred copper coins.

According to the price of the bar, the purchasing power of a silver coin is still very strong.

If you only need to fill your stomach, you probably won't even need 10 copper coins a day.

When the bar owner learned of the arrival of Master Gooden, he hurriedly went to serve it in person.

"The Lord is here, do you need something to drink?"

The bar owner tugged at the waiter's clothes and motioned for him to go down.

What I want to know is almost the same, so I simply ordered four glasses of ale to taste the flavor of the other world.

"Four mic bars."

"Okay, four glasses of ale," the bar owner repeated aloud, then quietly gave the waiter a look.

The waiter who got the hint also understood what the boss meant, and went straight to the back and made four glasses of pure ale without anything mixed with it.

The pure malt aroma spread out from the wine glass, and some old drinkers in the bar couldn't help but be shocked when they smelled it.

Looking at the four cups of pure ale, the drinkers in the hotel couldn't help but say aloud.

"Old Mike, why didn't you add water to the ale this time?"

Old Mike opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you be so innocent..."

"What innocence? I saw you secretly adding water to the wine barrel the day before yesterday."

Old Mike blushed, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, arguing, "What's wrong with adding water? Isn't adding water to wine wine?"

One after another, it is difficult to understand, what "makes the taste better", what "can save costs" and so on, which caused everyone in the tavern to burst into laughter, and there was a happy atmosphere inside and outside the store.

With laughter, Gooden tasted the best ale.

Slightly cold ale, the astringency and malt in the mouth reminded of wanton opening in the mouth.

After a little aftertaste, Gooden's evaluation was not bad.

But compared to modern alcohol, that's still a long way off.

A glass of ale is about four hundred milliliters, and three or two sips of Gooden will be finished directly.

Although it has the word wine, the alcohol content in it is not high. If you want to get him drunk, you need at least a few dozen more drinks.

And he just came to experience and investigate. After drinking, he asked old Joseph to settle the bill and prepare to go to the next place for investigation.

If the tavern can reflect the economic level of the town, then the blacksmith shop reflects the current industrial level.

Seeing Gooden leave the tavern, Carroll in the corner quickly got up and fled, not even taking away the food and ale left on the table.

He doesn't want to stay in Qingyuan Town for a second now.

On the way to the blacksmith shop, old Joseph suddenly spoke up.

"Master, the messenger of the Charlieson family was there just now."

"Well, I know." Gooden nodded slightly.

Although the two had never met, Goode glanced at each other's appearance from the small hole in the side hall.

And there were only a few people in the tavern at that time, even if the other party was curled up in the corner, they could find it.

"Then you wake up and don't meet him, I'm afraid..."

"It doesn't matter, the other party didn't dare to say hello to me, which also shows that they have a guilty conscience. It is possible that they did what I was attacked."

Gooden said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

　Good brothers, let's count the tickets and collect them!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)