The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Drunken Owl’s Tavern

Lothar and Olaf said goodbye to Bron, and they were going to find the next person.

“You said it was a group of Poro who blocked Drakron’s cavalry and caused an avalanche.” Olaf chewed the melted snow peppers, exhaling spicy, with an expression of disbelief, “You’re telling me a fucking children’s story !”

“Don’t believe me!” Lothar kicked Olaf’s leg, and he was in a good mood after successfully persuading Bron to go to Lax Stark, “Hurry up, we must go to the Drunken Owl’s Tavern tonight! ”

“It’s a tavern again…” Olaf muttered, “Who is the guy you’re looking for this time? Are you still like that stinky bald guy who doesn’t even fight me? Mentioning him makes me angry!”

“Don’t worry.” Lothar said, “The people we’re looking for in this show are quite… who like to fight.”

Olaf raised his eyebrows, he didn’t really believe it and said: “Can you fight?”

Lothar smirked and said, “Quite good at fighting.”

…

The Zuixiao Restaurant is very famous in the local area.

If you want to ask why it is famous, there are many reasons.

First of all, it is an old store that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It has been established since the generation of the current owner’s great-great-great-great-grandmother.

Secondly, the stewed soup and home brew of Zuixiao Restaurant are hundreds ofNo opponent can be found anywhere, a bowl of stewed soup and a sip of wine will drive away the cold of the whole day. Countless people wanted to get the secret recipe from the owner of Zui Xiao’s restaurant, but they returned without success.

Then, the waiters hired by Zuixiao Restaurant are all young and beautiful girls. Although they don’t sell themselves or show off, as long as you stuff two more blood money into their cleavage and talk sweet words with a smooth tongue, they will also Don’t mind being hugged by you and drinking wine all night. But it should be noted that if you don’t want to be thrown by the iron pot and kitchen knife, you must not touch the tavern owner’s daughter.

In the end, the owner of the Drunken Owl Tavern is a well-known good old man and the king of stories. In his own words, he knows the whole story of the Freljord. In fact, you can indeed ask a lot of strange things from him. Weird legend, as to whether it is true or not, you can only judge for yourself.

All in all, Zuixiao’s Restaurant is a good place to go. Whether you are a glutton, a loafer, a single youth, a pervert, a musician, or a bandit, this is the best choice to pass the time.

The drunken tavern’s business was particularly good at night. Olaf fell in love with this place as soon as he entered the drunken tavern.

The fresh broth and draft beer in the air are terribly tempting, and the fire in the stove makes one feel like returning home. Every table is full of guests, chatting loudly, for fear that others will not hear what they are talking about. There is also a performance stage in the corner of the small hall, and several bards sing with their horns and animal drums. The songs include heroic epics, ancient myths, and pornographic tunes.

The waitress wiggled her buttocks and served Olaf a large plate full of food and wine. Judging from the way she deliberately brought her bare thighs closer to Olaf, this waitress still wanted to get some money from this rich big man. Earn some extra income with Beard.

“Go, go! Don’t hinder me from eating!” Olaf waved away the displeased waitress, rubbed his hands, grabbed the greasy roast pork leg and gnawed it.

“It can’t be seen that you are not yet a womanizer.” Lothar sat opposite Olaf and picked up a skewer on the table.

“Cut!” Olaf said disdainfully while chewing the meat, “Which tribe’s woman doesn’t treat herself like a baby, the last time she made a fucking mess! I hate it!”

Lothar laughed and said, “I never thought that the fearless Lokfar Berserker would be afraid of women.”

Olaf remembered that his eyes were red: “Who said I’m scared! I’m just bored! I’m bored!”

“Yes, yes, yes…” Lothar bit the skewer, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The person he was waiting for came.

“Boss!” A rough and hoarse man pushed open the door of the tavern, and his voice resounded throughout the drunken pub.

Everyone focused their eyes on him. The person who spoke was a huge fat man with layers of fat on his body that bulged like a hill. His huge beer belly made it difficult to see his legs. On such a cold night, he actually insisted on not wearing half of his clothes, and a pair of felt pants was his only clothing. But he is not equipped with true ice weapons, and it is impossible to tell whether he is of ice blood. He has no hair, but a red beard that hangs down to his stomach and is tied into several braids. He was holding an oversized wooden wine barrel in his hand, and judging from his flushed cheeks and blurred eyes, he was drunk.

When the owner of the Zuixiao restaurant who was making soup saw the person coming, his face immediately turned bitter-melon-colored: “Guragas! Didn’t I tell you not to come here! I won’t tell you the recipe of my house wine!”

The fat man named Gragas burped loudly, causing the guests and waitresses who were close to him to flee.

Gragas dragged his fat body and collapsed on the edge of the counter: “Boss! It’s a pity that your recipe is buried here! The best place is to give it to me! I will brew the best mead in the world!”

The boss rubbed his forehead with a headache: “No! This formula was passed down from my ancestors! Even if the three sisters come to ask me for it, I can’t give it to me!”

The drinkers in the Drunken Owl’s Tavern stopped talking one after another, and each held their glasses to watch the excitement of Gugalas.

“Hey! Fatty! Come on, trick the boss’s secret recipe!”

“Boss, don’t give it to me! Give it to me! I’ll exchange it with ten Enuks!”

“Fuck you! Ten Enuks want the boss’s recipe, and I’ll give you thirty!”

“I will marry my little daughter to you!”

“I give myself to you!”

The laughter and cursing in the tavern intensified. Everyone was curious about how Gragas would stalk the boss today.

Olaf bit the big pig bone in his mouth and enjoyed the delicacy of the bone marrow: “Boy, this is the second person you said you were looking for, isn’t he just a big fat alcoholic? Can it compare to that Bron?” ”

“You’ll know after a while.” Lothar ate the meat with a smile on his face, with a mysterious expression on his face.

“Cut!” Olaf was used to Lothar’s trickery, “Aren’t you going to say hello to him? Didn’t you say you knew him?”

“Well… we met once when I was a child.” Lothar threw the iron stick back into the dinner plate, “It’s useless to go up and talk to him now, he’s drunk like that, and I’m not sure he still recognizes him. I don’t recognize me, I’ll go when he wakes up tomorrow morning.”

“Hmm…” Olaf continued to drink and eat meat, and kept his eyes fixed on Gugalas, “I want to see what this big fat man is capable of.”

A brown-feathered owl flew over from the back kitchen, with a carrot hanging from its paw. . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 Throw it into the soup pot next to the boss without fail.

It alsoThat’s where the name Drunk Owl’s Tavern comes from—there’s always an owl in the tavern.

Gragas burped again. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming. Unfortunately, the owl, which was still flapping its wings in the air, was affected and fell into the soup pot with a howl.

“No!” The tavern owner had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly caught the little owl, otherwise he would have to reluctantly add an owl soup to tonight’s menu.

“Haha…Sorry…” Gragas rubbed his stomach, the fat all over his body was surging like waves, “The recent brewed wine has added yellow ginger and ugly garlic, and the taste is a bit strong.”

“Get out!” The tavern owner, who has always been kind to others, finally couldn’t help being furious, “I tell you Gragas! I will never give you the recipe! Never! You will never be able to brew in your life. More than my wine!”

Gragas’ eyes widened, his mouth pouted, like a wronged child, he remained silent.

The tavern owner was also dumb. He felt as if he had spoken too seriously, but he couldn’t take it back after he had said it.

Gragas hugged the barrel in despair, and walked towards the gate.

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Drunk owl’s small restaurant, full of wine and meat.

The price is favorable, and there is no deception.

Fighting is welcome, prostitution is not allowed.

——The signboard of Drunken Owl Restaurant