Open Your Quest Log Chapter 346

Of the human kingdoms and city-states established in the dark ages, none have been as easy and smooth as the kingdom of the holy Arathor.

There are rumors that their founding emperor To'o I, before the floating cities in the sky had disappeared one by one, knew in advance that the magic empire had already fallen, and began to make various preparations.

When people were still working and living as usual, Too I had already started to contact helpers, hoarded food, and made a large number of armors and weapons.

When people discovered the first few years of the fall of the Magic Empire, the entire continent was at a loss and confused, but the Holy Arathor was already under the leadership of To'o I, who wore a purple-gold crown and claimed to be a descendant of the ancient Arathor kingdom. , the sudden emergence of a successful country.

While humans and alien races are struggling desperately in the continuous flames of war, in order to have a place to stand, the holy kingdom of Arathor has been unscrupulously expanding its territory and occupying large tracts of territory.

Historians often say that if it wasn't for the "Fire of the Abyss" battle, then the Holy Kingdom of Arathor would likely have ruled the entire continent, and the Dark Ages would not have lasted for more than two hundred years. It ended in ten years.

"The Fire of the Abyss" is a battle that the people of the Holy Arathor Kingdom still remember to this day. In that battle that changed the direction of history, their invincible Northern Expedition army was joined by the 'Visnat' and the elves living on the vast sea grassland. Taking advantage of the special environment on the autumn grassland, the more than 100,000 well-equipped Soldiers burnt.

This caused their unmatched expansion to come to a complete stop, giving other forces a chance to wake up and develop in confusion.

So in this kingdom, there are many people who hate elves. They thought that without the help of the elves, the Visnat savages, whose total population was less than ten thousand, would never be their opponents.

Of course, according to the road map preserved by the kingdom, after the Northern Expedition army successfully controlled the Vast Sea Grassland, they were ready to directly attack the elf holy land "Los Luolin" adjacent to the grassland, and let those creatures with long ears become the kingdom's vassals.

Some people also said that attacking the elves was the main purpose of the army at that time, not the Visnats who were deeply influenced by elves and believed in the way of nature.

(Note: The Visnats, a branch of the barbarian tribe, migrated to the vast vast grasslands of the vast sea in the early days of the Magic Empire. They have a good relationship with the elves and also live a relatively conservative life.)

Holy Arathor Kingdom, the city of San Nino.

This is a newly established city during the Magic Empire period. Because it has never been baptized by war since its establishment, the city retains a very obvious imperial style.

The whole city is planned like a plate of square cranberry biscuits neatly arranged in the oven, straight and spacious roads, criss-crossed streets, and regular and somewhat similar house designs.

Most of the residents here, like this city, don't like things that are too out of the ordinary, and don't like the unexpected, even if it's a surprise.

04 Manson Middle Street is a bistro with a history of nearly a thousand years. The name of the tavern is 'Never Mix Water', and the owner 'Benjamin' took over the management of this tavern ten years ago from his father, Benjamin. The old old Benjamin who became the ashes got it. And old Benjamin doesn't need to say more, if I keep writing like this, I don't need to think about plots.

At noon that day, the owner Benjamin came to the tavern to prepare to open.

He opened the door of the tavern, removed the shutters on the windows, and opened the doors and windows to let in the cool air.

"Damn it, Benjamin, close the door, hiccup, are you going to freeze me to death?" A murky complaint sounded from inside the tavern, "And the harsh sunlight, hiccup, I hate sunlight, why not night? Why? Isn't it cloudy?"

"Sorry, Michael, it's time for you to go home," said the tavern owner, as he continued his work. He moved the recruitment display board outside, then sorted out the counter and took stock of the inventory.

"Home? This is my home!" a man smelled of alcohol shouted from the corner, "I'm your wife! Hiccup, don't you remember?"

"Harriet never drinks," Benjamin said casually. "Can you do that?"

"Don't drink? Hmph, then you might as well let me die!" The man tried to stand up from the chair, but failed after several attempts, "I need some cold beer to sober up, Benjamin, a glass, No, two!" He raised three fingers, "Do you know what's best in winter? It's the price of a cold beer! It would be great if you could sell that price in summer!"

"Ice cubes in winter do not need to consume magic stones, but not in summer." The tavern owner poured a glass of rye beer for the man in the corner, "The box with the magic circle makes ice cubes very quickly, but consumes magic stones. is just as fast.”

"I told you a long time ago that you should build a wine cellar buried deep underground, and then display all kinds of fine wines, and then lock me in." The man took the beer, took a few sips, and felt comfortable. Sighed.

He reached out and picked up a bit of bread from the table next to him, fumbled for two leftover leaves for decoration and a chicken breast that had fallen on the ground, and rolled these "foods" together, slowly eat up.

"Lock you in? Then there's nothing left." Benjamin cleaned the table and the **** on the floor, grabbed the "food" from the man's hand, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"Hey, that's my breakfast!" The man raised his hand and complained, "Is that how you treat old guests who have been patronizing for more than ten years?"

"Alma should have prepared lunch for you... and breakfast, she should be in a hurry if you don't go back." Benjamin looked at the man and sighed, "Yeah, it's been more than ten years, Alma. Madu has grown up, can't you just let go of Eudora's death, it was just an accident."

The man's drowsy expression disappeared in an instant. He lowered his head and stared at the beer mug in his hand, "Accidental? Maybe. But I still meet her in my sleep after all these years. You know, in my dreams, Eudora always looks miserable and helpless. She seems to be telling me something and asking for help, but I don't know what to do to help her, even in a dream. I don't want to go back to that house, it makes me feel useless !"

"Then cheer up and be a good father! Elma is still counting on you." Benjamin advised.

"Elma can live well without me." The man said sadly, "Maybe, I should go to accompany Eudora, she is very lonely."

"Well, before you go, shouldn't you settle the wine you owe first?" Benjamin looked at the ceiling, "You know, my tavern is a small business, and I never add water to my wine, moreover The main thing is that there are customers like you, so the pub is a little bit down, and I don't want it to collapse in my hands."

"Damn it, Benjamin, when your friends are sad, don't you just think about the wine money?" The man complained loudly again, and finally said softly, "Thank you."

"Go back quickly." The tavern owner shook his head and continued to clean the garbage. ..

"Okay, okay. You're just as nagging as Elma." The man stood up and wobbled a bit before staggering out of the pub.

He stood outside the door of the tavern, looked up at the clear sky, muttered something, then glanced left and right, turned and walked to the right.

"It's the other way around." The tavern owner Benjamin shouted without looking back.

"I know! I know..." The man turned back one hundred and eighty degrees, and then staggered toward the left side of the tavern.

Not long after the man named Michael left, another guest was welcomed into the tavern. The guest was tall and strong, with tattoos on his forehead, and he was also wearing a well-made purple-black leather armor.

Is it a Westroth? No, it should be a Nord, Benjamin judged, "Hello, adventurer, what would you like to drink?" He smiled and said to the guest.

"I saw from the board standing outside, you seem to be recruiting people here?" The customer walked to the counter, "Is it full? I want to apply."

This requirement was far beyond Benjamin's expectations. He looked up and down the unexpected applicant doubtfully, "It's not full yet." In fact, none of them were recruited, "However, I can see Come out, you should be an elite adventurer with good animal skills, and the wages I can give may not be as good as the payment for an ordinary small task you complete."

"It's okay, the salary is easy to talk about. Don't you provide accommodation, for an outsider like me, this is very important~www.mtlnovel.com~ said the candidate.

It turned out that the money was a little tight, and there was no place to live, Benjamin suddenly felt in his heart. He owns a tavern, so he naturally knows a lot about the personality of adventurers. When you have money, you spend a lot of money everywhere, and when you don't have money, you just find a place to hang out.

"Accommodation is indeed provided. You can live in this tavern. There are vacant rooms on the second floor. However, I only need some waiters who clean and serve wine. Can you do these trivial chores?" Benjamin asked , "You will not be holding a shield and a sword, but a dinner plate and a broom."

"I'm good at both of these things. Don't worry, I've worked as a service worker for a long time before, and my temper is better than you think." The candidate said confidently, "And, after you hire me, you won't need to worry anymore. Troubled alcoholics and adventurers don't need to worry about thieves stealing at night."

It seems not bad, Benjamin is a little moved, although this guy's appearance is a bit scary, but the conversation is very decent. Moreover, there is no need to worry about safety. He looked at the size of the other party, "What's your name?" Benjamin asked.

"Barrett," said the candidate. "Barrett Mungo."

Chapter end

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