An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

The strong man with gray hair and a crew cut laughed when he heard this.

"Haha, it's much more interesting than the rumors you heard, isn't it? I can tell you the truth, all the negative remarks about our tavern were spread by drunkards who were repaired and thrown out by our captain after the trouble. Yes, we are a tavern with a business license, and we have our own tavern rules, which are clearly written on the paper over there."

Nohir turned around and saw a piece of curly parchment nailed to a beam with a dagger, on which several very simple rules were clearly written in thick and wild ink.

[Fighting is prohibited. If you dare to fight, your bones will be broken and thrown out. ]

[Bringing alcohol is prohibited. The only alcohol you can drink is your own bones and blood. ]

[It is forbidden to touch the waiter's buttocks. If you look up at the hands hanging above, that's the end. ]

[You don’t have to tip, but if you want to be popular here, you’d better behave yourself. ]

[Don’t even think about making love here! Especially don't do it in the hall or on the deck. Go outside and find an alley to solve it, but don't get in my way here! ]

Nohir looked up and saw that there were indeed several dry, flat palms hanging on the beams above.

"Okay, I finally understand why the security here is better than I thought, but uncle, you still didn't answer my question."

Kanai sighed helplessly.

"Boy, you're not scared at all. It seems you're not as harmless as you appear."

Did you say this on purpose to shock me? How can such a grown man still be so mean-spirited?

Gane didn't know what Nohir was complaining in his heart, but continued.

"The person you were talking about just went down not long ago, and he ordered some food. If you are really his companion, you can wait here for a while, and wait for the chef to serve all the dishes and take them away directly. Don't bother. Our waiter."

Then he pointed in the direction.

"Go down the stairs on the right, and the sixth cabin on the right is the room your companion booked."

Delivering food myself is just what I like. I can also try poison on the way. If it's not poisonous, I can take two bites in advance. Although the service attitude is really bad, Nohir doesn't mind.

"Thanks, but may I know what that guy ordered?"

"I'll look for it."

Kanai directly took a blackboard from the side, on which he recorded the menu orders of many other people with chalk.

"Well, two cups of water, two pieces of white bread, two portions of Bode fried rice, um, no more."

There are so few things! And there’s nothing delicious!

Nohir held his head helplessly, and then said to Gane.

"Please help me get more food. I'm afraid these things are not enough for the two of us."

And Gane suddenly laughed twice, and then said to Nohir.

"Ha! I know that guy is probably used to living in poverty, but how can he not enjoy it in Baldur's Gate? Tell me, want something."

Nohill took the menu from Gane. In his previous busking career, he actually made a lot of money every day, but most of the money ended up in Nohill's stomach.

He was delicious before, and after traveling through time, he was used to living a hard life in the wilderness, and the food he ate in the Druid camp was very light, so when he came to Baldur's Gate and saw the local food, he was simply It became out of control, and since then he has hardly given up on his appetite for a day!

"A Sword Coast seafood soup, a traveler's stew, two cherry hand pies, and a tavern steak, plus what I ordered before, well, that's it."

Nohir handed the menu back, and Gane was also a little surprised.

"Oh, you are very good at eating, young man. These are the signature dishes in the Baldur's Gate Tavern, and all of them are large and filling. But I have promised you in advance that if you can't finish them, don't eat them all. I want my money back.”

"Don't underestimate my appetite."

Nohir poured out 5 silver coins and 4 copper coins from the small purse on his waist. The dishes he ordered were relatively expensive. The biggest one was the steak, which cost two silver coins a portion, but the taste was definitely good. , and also served with various spices and dipping sauces.

In this kind of formal tavern, the quality of both drinks and food is guaranteed, so Nohir is not worried about the taste.

After collecting the money, Kanai yelled at the chef in the next room to add more dishes, and then handed the blackboard over. The chef took the blackboard and looked at it for a few times before passing the blackboard back.

Looking at Nohir sitting on the bar stool waiting for food, Gane suddenly said to him.

"Why don't you have some drinks, young man? Don't tell me that you are as boring as your companion. When you came to the tavern, you only ordered two glasses of water. Damn it, if he hadn't been carrying that big sword on his back, I would have thought Pour water on his face, is this person here to cause trouble? "

drink wine? What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know how old I am? And what's more, our actions tomorrow are related to the safety of this city. Do you want to leave the fate of the city in the hands of two drunkards?

"No, you said before that Baldur's Gate is not safe right now, so it would be best if I don't get myself drunk."

Nohill answered his question, and Gane laughed directly after hearing this, and he did not continue to say anything. Obviously, he was convinced by Nohill's words. After all, Nohill's reasons were quite strong, so He picked up the copper cup again and continued to clean it.

After a while, everything Noshier wanted was served. He carried two large plates of food by himself, walked around the drunkard who had already passed out on the ground, and walked down the stairs to the sixth room on the right.

As soon as he got downstairs, Noshier felt that the noise had obviously dropped a level. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about being too noisy at night.

Before Noshier could speak when he arrived at the door, the door was opened by Scar. He looked at Noshier carrying two large plates of food and asked in surprise.

"Noshier, why are you carrying so much food?"

"In order for us to have enough energy and physical strength tomorrow, I actually want to ask why you ordered so little. That little food alone is not enough for the two of us. What are you thinking about?"

Noshier asked as he brought the food in. Because the preparation of the food was open and transparent, and he had secretly tasted a piece of meat before coming, Noshier was sure that there was no problem with the food.

When Scar heard Noshier's question, he looked very depressed.

"I... I have no appetite. When I think of the people who are still suffering in the city, when I think of the people who are fleeing here, when I think of the truth we are about to get closer to..."

Noshier put the food down, walked to Scar, and patted his shoulder. Noshier knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, and he could only rely on himself to get out.

Although Noshier did not speak, Scar felt his concern.

He smiled bitterly twice, shook his head, as if mocking his cowardice, and then said to Noshier.

"Haha, really, I am too hypocritical. I have obviously made preparations and made vows a long time ago, but I have been urging him to move forward in my heart."

Noshier patted his shoulder hard again. He knew that Scar had gotten rid of those negative emotions by himself.

It is a very serious matter to be unsteady before the battle, but fortunately, Scar has always been very tough. He is just a little confused, and Noshier can dispel his confusion.

"Eat, have a good meal, after all, tomorrow, we have a very heavy job to do."

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