Chapter two hundred and thirty-seven, obnoxious drunks (part one)

High above the gatehouse hung a wooden plaque with a picture of a large glass of Tim de Wine, made by fermenting several kinds of fruit. The alcohol was not strong, but it had a special flavor, since women can also have a few sips, it is a favorite among the residents of Vikrama.

But even with this extremely low-alcohol Timdale, there will still be drunks in Vicrama, but not because these guys can drink or drink too much, but intoxicating things sometimes is not wine, wine is just a catalyst.

It was like when Isreal rolled over and jumped off his horse, and as a result the white rabbits in front of him moved up and down, instantly attracting the attention of a few red-faced drinkers who were standing in front of the tavern.

Seeing Cold Nebula leading his horse to the tavern, the Barman who had been standing in front of the door came up and put out his hand to end the bridle in cold Nebula's hand, letting in Isriel and cold nebula, although cold Nebula now looks like a servant, however, even the most lowly slave is a guest in the tavern, so the bartender is very deferential to both cold Nebula and Isreal, of course, for a beautiful girl like Isreal, it was all the more respectful.

"Luke, did you see that woman who just walked in, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk

"ha-ha-ha, that's what I'm talking about. I've got a silver coin. It's not enough for a glass of Timbuktu, but I could use a couple of malts. How about that? Peter, any interest? "

"Well, Henry, I didn't know you had a silver coin in your pocket! It's a good thing you confessed, or I'd have done you a disservice! Ale for Ale, go! GO BACK! "

Led by Luke, the tall drinker, the other two drinkers followed Luke back to the tavern with bad smiles on their faces.

As soon as cold Nebula and Isriel entered the tavern, they were annoyed by the noise of the place. Isriel, a hunter who had been traveling alone for many years, was not only able to get the necessary supplies, even the cities and the countryside are rarely visited, let alone places like pubs.

As the drinkers hovered and looked at the scantily clad hostesses, isriel frowned uncontrollably and said to the cold Nebula, "I say, baby, are we really going to snoop in a place like this? "

The Cold Nebula, with its whole face in a hood, looked at her face and saw that the girl was not used to the pub, and that there was a warm feeling for her.

Although he has not been in this world for a long time, cold Nebula does not have a lot of good feelings for people in this world, or for women, a society to have been able to allow women to buy those no bottom line faeries as a pet breeding point, then these women really have the so-called pure girl?

However, after seeing ISRIEL's aversion to the environment of the tavern, the cold nebula still feels that although isriel sometimes takes the initiative to be unusual, but it would have been hard for Isreal to grow up in such an environment.

Although he knew that Isreal might not like such a place, cold nebula still could not come to this place in order to get information about the high priest of the elven race, but looking at Isreal's twisted brows, cold Nebula began to say: "Not too like here, if you do not feel comfortable, do not force, we find a place to settle down, a little later when I come again. "

After hearing the words of the Cold Nebula, Isriel was almost pardoned, and though he was overjoyed, he could not wait to get out of this dark and dirty place, but symbolically asked the cold Nebula, "baby, is this really going to work? Yourself... "

The Cold Nebula smiled and leaned into Isreal's ear and said, "if I'm not afraid of Shiryō, why should I be afraid of the drunkards in here? "

In fact, in a place like the tavern, the Cold Nebula could talk with less care. After all, it was so noisy that no one could hear him even if he shouted.

But the cold Nebula's near-intimacy was noticed by the drinkers who had been staring at Isreal, the biggest of them all, the drinker, whose name was Luke, gave a sickly smile as he watched the Cold Nebula and Isreal make love, he opened his mouth and said to two of his companions, "the young woman is a real slut, and not only does she dare to come to the tavern to drink, but it seems that her servant is no ordinary servant either. "

Upon hearing Luke's words, the fellow named Henry immediately asked, "Oh, not just any servant? How can you tell? "

Luke snorted, and began, "well, would these little minx of today be so chummy with their servant, unless he was a Faerie! Never! "

Upon hearing Luke say that the servants by Isreal's side were faeries, the bartender, named Peter, laughed and said, "since we are faeries, and faeries, and little vagabonds, we may not be enough for her to see... Hahaha... "

Luke smiled and said, "ha ha ha, what's the matter? If we really are no match for her, let her fairy wash the pots! Ha Ha ha! "

After hearing the Cold Nebula say that he could find a place to stay in the tavern at once, Isreal smiled and turned over with her hand as she walked out of the tavern, saying in her heart, "pubs are such a disgusting place. I never want to come here again! Ever! "

But as Luke and the others prepare to harass ISRIEL with their cheap ale, isriel pulls the cold nebula toward the tavern, luke immediately shouted to his companions, "No! The little TRAMP is running away! Quick! Go Up and stop her! "

As ISRIEL could not accept such a place as the tavern, cold nebula had no choice but to temporarily change his mind, and decided to take Isriel to find a hotel to settle down, then try to find out if you went to the tavern alone to inquire about the high priests of the elven race.

But just as Isriel was about to leave the tavern with cold nebula under his arm, he was suddenly stopped by a couple of drunken men who had long since fallen in love with him.

Isreal did not at first notice that some of the blushing, drunken men seemed to be in his way; after all, the mind of a drunkard is sometimes incomprehensible to a normal man.

But when she tried to pull the cold nebula around them, the biggest of them all, a guy named Luke, suddenly put out his hand and stopped her.

This fellow, with the strength of his drink, staggered up to ISRIEL, "Hey, little girl, are you leaving just now? Don't go back so soon, sit down and have a drink with US brothers? "

After Luke had said this, some of the drinkers around the trio, including Luke, seemed to sense that something was about to happen, and so it seemed that whoever was bragging was having a good time, or The drunkard holding the hostess drunk all their eyes on Luke and others, are silent waiting for things to go further.

As a result, the trio, Luke, and the Isreal Cold Nebula formed an invisible language vacuum in the region, and the silence of the region directly affected the rest of the tavern, as if a plague had spread, in the twinkling of an eye, the whole tavern suddenly became silent, which is not often seen in pubs.

Seeing that almost all the people in the tavern were looking at themselves, whether for display or otherwise, Luke's heart seemed to grow more excited and take another step forward, "Why? Don't you want to stay for a drink? " He said to Isriel. "Are you in such a hurry to get home to fool around with this faerie? "

When Luke identifies the cold Nebula as a Faerie, Isriel and the cold nebula are both taken aback. The uninitiated cold Nebula and Isriel thought the cold Nebula was camouflaged, and as a servant by Isreal's side, no one should ever know who he was.

But the cold Nebula and Isreal had overlooked the fact that, like Luke, there was no place like a tavern where a man could not be judged by his wits, how could the cold Nebula and Isreal be any more predictable.

When the other drinkers heard Luke's words, and looked at her surprised expression, they knew instantly that Luke was right, and followed her, the Servant whose head was covered with a hood was a Faerie!

What kind of character would a woman lead a fairy to hang out in a tavern? These old drunks who hang out in pubs all the year round naturally know what kind of character they will be. They are just some women who like to seek excitement but are not too naughty, of course, these women can also be outwardly reserved, sometimes leaving the pub quickly when they haven't found the right person.

Although these drinkers are looking forward to such women, because they are not only open and rich, can raise the fairy clan is a symbol of upper class society, so these old drunks in the pub when they meet such women, are Very submissive. But few people use force, because these guys in the pub are the bottom of the social class, if really angered these rich wives, perhaps they can not afford.