Mystery: Shadow of Order

"That's good, I still have some time to wait for them. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to have a drink with the beautiful 'Arbiter' Miss Hugh Dilcha?"

Hugh Dilcha raised his brows, looked at Rawls for a while, and then said:

"Okay, I'll lead the way."

From a noble lady to an "arbiter" dealing with gangsters, Xio is naturally not so hypocritical, but she doesn't know how many people there are in that tavern.

East District, Dharavi Street, a cramped but lively pub.

Now is the prime time of the tavern. The small tavern is already full of guests, in groups of three or five, or drunkenly telling some lewd and dirty jokes, or scolding their bosses.

It's July, and the doors of the tavern are open. Before reaching the entrance of the tavern, the noise had already entered Rolls' ears.

Rawls frowned, no matter in his past or present life, such taverns are insulated from him. Thinking of his own "barbarian" role, there seems to be more places like this.

Hugh Dilcha was standing at the door of the tavern, watching the ugly drinkers inside. He smelled the smell of wine and sweat, covered his nose and mouth, and was about to squeeze in. A low voice came from his ears.

"Let me do it."

Rawls has already stepped into the door of the tavern, looked at the crowded drinkers, found the position of the bar, stretched his arms forward, and separated the two guys dressed as workers who were already talking nonsense in front of him.

Since Rawls became a barbarian, his height has grown to 183 centimeters. In the current Loen Kingdom, it has long exceeded the average height of Loen men.

Combined with the power of growth, Rawls can easily divide the crowd of drinkers in front of him. Even the occasional rogue or two who wanted to take a drink would not be able to limp on the other drinkers when Rawls squeezed their shoulder blades.

The owner of the tavern was wiping the wine glass with his head down. Suddenly, he felt that the tavern was much quieter and looked up. A tall man with a beard appeared in front of his bar, casting a shadow under the light of the gas lamp.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

The bar owner secretly complained. As a local snake, he naturally knew that a ruthless character had recently come to the East District and severely injured many villains. There are quite a few gangsters who have already started to gather people, ready to teach him a lesson, and even have their portraits ready.

If the soldiers in the north were not preparing for a demonstration, they would have started in the next two days. But now such a disaster star ran to his own tavern, if someone found out, his own tavern would suffer a disaster today.

Rawls turned his body to his side and exposed Hugh Dillchar behind him, signaling that the lady would give priority.

The tavern owner's face froze completely. He only saw Rawls just now, and he didn't notice Hugh behind him at all.

Is it because I haven't been to St. Samuel's Church for too long? How could it be so unlucky? Two calamities at once!

"Miss Dilcha, long time no see, are you here to look for Williams?" The tavern owner nodded repeatedly, put down the glass he was wiping, and shouted, "Williams! Williams!"

Damn Williams, next time you come to my pub, I'll have someone throw you out.

"John, do you have something to do with me?"

After Rawls arrived at the bar, the tavern resumed the noise again. After the tavern owner shouted a few times, a drunk man responded.

The man staggered and finally came to the bar. He was a young man in his twenties. His face was as long as a horse, his eyebrows were messy and ferocious, but his facial features were relatively soft. After drinking, there was a clear flush on his cheeks, and his eyes were also a few. Separation blur.

He knew that his business would not be very good for a period of time in the future, so he would drink it while he still had money in his hand. As for after that, take care of him!

Williams hiccupped, came to the bar, looked at Rawls drunk, then froze, shook his head sharply, and looked at Rawls again, before he could shout, he heard a familiar voice .

"Williams, you drink so much wine again!"

Williams turned his face and lowered his head, saw Hugh Dilcha with a cold face, and said with a smile:

"Oh, it's Hugh, why did you come to me? Is there something wrong?"

"Williams, can't you stop drinking?"

Hugh spat out a long paragraph. When she first arrived in Backlund, Williams was able to quickly gain a foothold in such a chaotic place in the Eastern District, thanks to Williams' help. So, he has always hoped that Williams can be better, not like he is now.

Hearing Hugh Dilcha chattering, Rawls twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look at the tavern owner:

"A glass of Lie Langzi."

"OK."

The tavern owner hurriedly turned around, took a bottle of Lie Langzi from the wine rack behind him, and poured a glass for Rawls. For him, as long as Rawls doesn't provoke gangsters, and that Miss Dilcha doesn't drink, he Today can pass in peace.

Until tomorrow, I will go to St. Samuel's Church to confess and worship.

Looking at Lie Langzi, whose color was obviously wrong, and the smell of smoke was strong but pungent, Rawls took a big sip. Although the color and taste were not good, it irritated the throat and caused a burning sensation~www.wuxiaspot.com ~Note 1)

"How is it, sir? I got this from a Feysac."

The tavern owner looked at Rawls flatteringly, he would never take out this kind of wine.

"No wonder it's so rushed."

The Feysac people love to drink Lie Langzi and Nebos. Maybe the brewing method is not so particular, but the degree must be very high.

"Yes, the savages in Feysac all use this as water. I really don't know how they drink it!"

Rawls rested his elbows on the bar, and held a wine glass in his right hand. He looked up at the boss and said nothing.

At this time, Hugh had already ended the friendly greeting and dragged Williams to the bar.

Rawls looked at Xiu, whose face was still a little cold, raised his glass, and said:

"Have a drink." He definitely had no intention of revenge.

"No, no, sir, I don't have much wine. I specially gave it to you. You see, there is only so much, not enough for a glass."

Before Xio could say anything, the tavern owner interrupted. He held up the bottle of Lie Langzi and motioned to Rawls, there was not much left.

Not to mention the Feysac version of Lie Langzi, last time this Miss Dilcha only drank "half and half", which has already caused him a heavy loss. What's the difference between letting her have a drink of this and that bearded man fighting gangsters in his tavern.

"It seems that your reputation is not very good in the tavern."

Rawls shook the glass lightly and took another sip.

"You're not much better!"

When Xio looked at the Feysac version of Lie Langzi in the hands of the tavern owner, he understood that the owner knew the prestige of the bearded man.

"Are you the bearded man the Black Skull Party is looking for?"

Note 1: It is written in terms of Scotch whisky