League of Legends Invades Another World

"Tavern, I remember the oak tavern is the most famous in Irvingdale town? The wild boar chop rice and flame shochu taste very good there."

Horace recalled the small memories of more than two years ago, and stood at the quiet street with some bewilderment.

This alley does not seem to be the road to the oak tavern.

"Oak Tavern? Haha, it has become a thing of the past, turned into ashes under a fire." Congreve explained in detail. "Now the tavern is the best tavern in Irvingdale town, there is no one!"

It sounded very good, Horace believed in the words of his partner, and his silent heart was seduced with a trace of interest.

Spirits and beauties are the favorites of mercenaries, and sometimes spirits are more important to mercenaries.

"What's the name of the tavern?"

"Tavern!" Congreve said subconsciously, and then the two stood at the entrance of the street like fools, staring at them.

"...You mean, the name of the tavern is...Tavern."

"Of course, what did you do for it?" Congreffe hummed in a low voice, then stepped into the quiet alley. "Goddess of Luck takes care of me, I hope we can catch up with today's business hours."

Bang!

A dull voice sounded in the alley, and a slightly sturdy body crashed on the hard alley wall, slowly sliding down, and falling to the icy ground.

"It's another rubbish. I was drunk after only one drink, wasting my time!" A hoarse and violent voice came from the tattered wooden door, which seemed very dissatisfied.

"Hey, two little guys." The huge body hidden in the shadow of the wooden door noticed the approaching Horace and Congreve, and his eyes fell on them casually. At this point in time, it should be the one who came to the tavern. It happened to be the ale. One or two attempts are missing for debugging.

"The last cup before closing, do you want to come?"

Horace dared to swear that when that gaze came over, he definitely felt the breath of a prehistoric behemoth spreading over it, a sense of horror and suffocation.

"Of course, senior, it's an honor to be in your tavern."

On the contrary, Congreve next to him seemed to be used to this, bent his burly body slightly, not caring about his humble appearance, and then threw out a heavy linen bag.

"This is 100 gold shields. It is the wine money for the two of us!"

"Come in!" The invisible force opened the heavy oak door, as if welcoming the guests.

It's just that, as a guest, Congreve didn't dare to relax at all. This is the fifth time he has entered this tavern with the blessing of Goddess of Luck, so he knows the temper of the tavern owner.

The collapsed drinker in the corner is a good proof!

Horace carefully followed Congreve into the tavern. Before entering, he glanced back at the drunkard who seemed to perceive the uncontrollable life energy overflowing with inexplicable pressure.

"Extraordinary Knight?!"

............

Judging from the outdated appearance, this tavern is not small, it occupies almost half of the quiet alley.

But all the impressions changed after entering. The interior of the tavern was rough and heavy. The left and right sides were piled with brown wooden barrels, leaving only a narrow aisle. The opened corks filled the air with the smell of malt.

For Gulagas, drinking is the only thing more important than fighting, especially since he has an uncontrollable thirst for stronger and stronger ale. (Gulagas has an unswerving love for ale.)

Driven by this extremely eager heart, he began to constantly search for the strongest and most unusual raw materials for distillation, and brewed some ale himself.

The brewed ale always needs different people to try and put forward opinions. The meaning of this tavern is here, to provide him with constant insight and inspiration.

Of course, as a true ‘master brewer’, Gulagas doesn’t mind giving trivial rewards to those who try.

"What kind of ale do you want to drink?" Gulagas twisted his huge body, his orange-red beard wiping the wine-stained tabletop.

Congreve and Horace passed through the narrow aisle and sat on high chairs. After they looked at each other unnaturally, Congreve, a familiar customer, spoke first.

"Highly concentrated ale, the taste doesn't matter."

He has a certain understanding of the tavernkeeper in front of him. An alcoholic who has an uncontrollable pursuit of high-concentration ale, especially likes to brew it himself, and then invites some guests to try it out.

If it were just these, it was not bad, but when the alcoholic had terrifying strength and a moody, violent and impulsive temper, everything became not so good.

However, none of the above prevents this from becoming the default ‘Holy Land’ for all mercenaries in the town of Irvingdale.

Because those high-concentration ale has the effect of slightly improving the strength.

Horace nodded slightly to the tavern owner, meaning that he and Congreve had the same choice, but when the tavern owner turned to take the wine, he carefully observed the person in front of him.

The orange-red hair is scattered on the back, and the smooth top of the head seems to be printed with a certain pattern, which has a weird feeling. The buckle of special metal texture bound the messy beard, dangling with the action of the tavernkeeper,

The huge body looks like a feeling of obesity, but the muscles that are sometimes raised give a strong sense of strength. The most obvious is that the extremely subtle and vast life energy flashes away when you make wine.

"Happy hour is over, and you are welcome to enjoy it!" Gulagas didn't care about Horace's observations. The existence of such a weak chicken ~www.NovelMTL.com~ he could crush and shred it at will.

"Okay, thank you boss!" Congreffe drank the high-concentration ale in one sip, and instantly crimson climbed up his cheeks, his already sober eyes blurred.

Horace, who came here for the first time, also learned the same way. He drank all the ale in his hand in one gulp, and the overflowing thick liquor exuded an intoxicating aroma.

Gu Lu! Gu Lu!

Before they could taste the ale in their mouths, Congreve and Horace sank their heads, then slipped to the bottom of the table as if they were unconscious, lying on the floor of the tavern regardless of their image.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Gulagas didn't know where to find a notepad, which was densely recorded with various data and beverage information.

"what!?"

Gulagas, who was collecting data, took a surprised look at Horace. There seemed to be strange things in the little guy's body, but these were none of his business.

For Gulagas, drinking and making wine are the most important things, and everything else is nothingness. Oh, and fighting can raise my interest a little.

After throwing it away, Horace and Congreve's drunk bodies were thrown out of the door by him, just like the guy before, lying in the icy alley slumbering.

............

"Okay, don't hide anymore, what's the matter? Shadow streamer." Gulagas closed the door of the tavern, turned and glanced at the shadow in the corner, his calm eyes seemed to see through everything, locking in the shadows hidden in the shadows. Thin figure.

"Sorry, Master Gulagas, you can't help but come uninvited, Master Gregory is waiting for you to visit the mansion." The hoarse and low words conveyed the news, and then turned into a shadow and disappeared quietly. Leave the tavern.