Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 39 39. Arethusa's Movement

"Give me a room, man, I have to live here for a day."

"Yes sir, one Oren, and we will also give you a dinner and a breakfast."

"Olen? Do you need to pay the bill in Oren for one night here?!"

In front of the counter of Yinlu Tavern, a man wearing a hood and cloak seemed to have choked, then tilted his head to the bartender to confirm that he heard correctly.

The bartender, with a towel draped over his shoulders, looks like he's seen a lot.

There was no wave in the tone.

"Sir, this is the Silver Heron Tavern. We are the best in Gos Wellen, and there are even mages who stay here on weekdays. You also know that no mage will put broken coins in his wallet. Only Oren."

The bartender couldn't see the upper half of the guest's face, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth was obvious.

"Oh~" A meaningful drag sounded in Lan En's mind, "Receive the Magistrate, sir, this asking price is really normal! Why don't we go to another one?"

Mentos has been displeased with the profession of demon hunter for a long time, and whenever he has nothing to do, he is angry at Faye, who is also of the extraordinary system.

To be honest, Lan En also wants to be a magician, otherwise the auxiliary function of the magic seal will not be developed so smoothly.

Who wouldn't want to face thousands of enemy troops, flick their fingers and rain meteors, and after clearing the field, there is not even a speck of mud on their clothes?
Rolling in the mud is quite normal for a melee class.

But the problem is not that it can't be done!
When Lan En pressed the golden Oren coin on the counter, the bartender saw that his knuckles were turning white from too much force.

"Hey, look at you, we feel sorry for you, so we can change to another one."

Mentos is still pissed.

Lane gritted his teeth.

I want to change it too, but... do you think I'm the kind of guy who turns away when he hears that the price is dissatisfied after washing his hair in a barbershop? !
Oh shit!My damn self-esteem!

"Mentos, shut up!"

"Then you promise not to sing on the road!!!"

The conversation came to an abrupt end here.

Lan En quickly took his dinner plate from the bartender, and walked towards the table in the lobby of the tavern without saying a word.

Like nothing happened.

It's just yin and yang, I can bear it!

Dinner at the Silver Heron did indeed live up to his reputation in Gos Velen.

A glass of beer, fresh fried sea fish, with seasoned mashed potatoes, sea oyster mushroom cream soup, the staple food is a large piece of bread.

This city is the trade distribution center of the whole Waylon, and it is also the largest consumer market.

It's no wonder that it's home to all of Waylon's produce and recipes.

It was the best meal Lan En had eaten since he came to this world.

Finally, I experienced the local food culture.

And while he chewed slowly, he listened to the conversation in the whole tavern with his ears.

It's written like this in the novels, isn't the tavern well-informed?
But what Lan En didn't expect was that what was originally just a joke actually yielded something.

On the table behind Lan En, two well-dressed businessmen were sitting opposite each other, each holding a glass of wine.

One voice was slightly shrill, and the other sounded like phlegm in the throat.

It seemed to be playing cards in the middle, because Lan heard the sound of many pieces of cardboard being thrown on the table.

A high-pitched voice: "Aha! As soon as my cloudy and rainy card comes out, your pile of siege equipment will lie on the ground, and there will only be seven points left in total!"

Sputtering voice: "Okay, well, who knew you would have so many weather cards in your hand?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of coins sliding on the solid wood table sounded.

Lan En, who was eating, suddenly took a bite of the bread.

Damn, two big businessmen, a game of poker is thirty oren? !
Xiaoqianqian's voice penetrated into Lan En's bones!

But the next moment, the two businessmen chatted while shuffling the cards, allowing the young people to regain their spirits from the disappointment of the gap between the rich and the poor.

A thin voice: "How is your vegetable business? Arethusa is closed. I remember supplying them every day. It's the biggest part of your business."

Phlegm voice: "Yes, yes, those sorceresses can eat precious exotic fruits as snacks, can't they make money from them? But to be honest, the closure of Arethusa College has not affected my business that much Horror, am I still here to play cards with you?"

The businessman with a thin voice smiled and said nothing.

"Don't believe it, even if those female sorceresses are closed colleges, don't they still have to eat and shit? My vegetables and fruits are still sent in, but I can no longer bid according to market fluctuations like before."

The expectorant businessman took a sip of wine to soothe his throat, and continued.

"But it's not bad. The prices of vegetables and fruits fluctuate greatly. I can't sell expensive things in the market now, but I can sell cheap things as expensive as before. Generally speaking, the fluctuations are stable."

"Then you know." The tone of the shrill voice was a little tentative, "That is, why did Arethusa close the academy?"

When Lan heard this, his arm seemed to knock down his beer glass accidentally.

Yellow beer flowed all over the table.

He cursed in a low voice logically, then sat on the table behind him with the dinner plate in his hand.

The two businessmen glanced at him vigilantly, but seeing that the seats were not too close, they shouldn't be able to hear anything, so they didn't say anything.

It's just that the voices of the two are deeper.

"I heard that someone was lost in the academy."

"Lost someone?" The shrill voice was a little surprised, "Is this worth sealing off the academy? There are quite a few mages in their academy who scrapped their studies because of magical accidents, right?"

"It's different this time!" The phlegm-spitting businessman lowered his voice while dealing the cards, but this measure was of no use to Lan En.

"You know what kind of person this year's principal of Aretusa is. She cares about her students, so she went out to find someone in person, but she didn't even hear from the principal! The academy suspects that someone targeted The academy, this closed the academy."

"The principal is gone?!" The shrill voice was full of surprise, and he even had to raise his wine glass, pretending to be drinking, to block his open mouth.

"That Ms. Margarita? That's one of the most powerful warlocks in the world!"

"Who said it wasn't? Otherwise Arethusa would have made such a big noise?"

The expectorant merchant also took a sip.

The conversation ends here.

Perhaps it was because of Lan En's table change that the two merchants really focused on the poker table.

All that's left is small talk.

Lan En is not dissatisfied with only hearing here.

This matter has little to do with him, it's just that the young man wants to collect more information out of a long-lasting sense of crisis in his heart.

A businessman who relies on the college for a living is drinking and playing cards at the moment. He has nothing to do with the college, so why bother?

But the conversation was not fruitless.

Lan En knew that there was a new batch of wine in the Yinlu Tavern, which was produced in the Sodden area, and it was called Sodden Mountain Triple Mead.

It is said that honey was added three times during the fermentation process before leaving the wine cellar.

No matter whether it is real honey or sugar filling.Anyway, Lan En took out an Oren this time without blinking an eye.

I filled up my two water bags, and I had an extra glass to take to the guest room upstairs.

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