League of Legends Invades Another World

　　 In front of the oak door, Modrian looked at the guests in the tavern with some inexplicable gazes, but the good aristocratic manners kept him in mind and grinned.

　　 "Sorry, I disturbed you!"

Glancing at the position behind the door, there are two burly men sitting on wooden chairs and talking and laughing to each other, but between talking and laughing, indifferent eyes swept over Modrian's group slightly, with strong vigilance. .

　　 didn't care about this, Modrian looked around at the remaining seats around, there was enough space, and then he tore off his dark cloak and sprinkled rain on the ground.

　　 "Welcome to the oak tavern, do you need something?" Old John's cloudy eyes looked at Modrian and Dreyus sitting in front of the bar.

　　 "Is there a lodging room? I need about thirteen." The temperature in the tavern was good, Modrian said with his slightly stiff arm.

　　 "Is there any other recommended food? I'm a little hungry first."

　　 "Yes, guests, please wait a moment." Old John turned and shouted at the corner of the pub. "Rosetti, go to the top and sort out the customer service. There are guests checking in tonight."

　　 "Oh, daddy, I'll go right away." A thin young man hurriedly got up from the wooden table and hurried up the pub stairs, seeming to wake up soon.

　　 "Wild boar chop rice and flame shochu are our specialties. Let's get some first?" Old John said, turning the wooden wine glass.

　　 "Yes, let's get four wild boar chop rice and two flame shochu first. It's troublesome." Modrian nodded and said, rushing in cold temperatures will accelerate the consumption of body functions and make people feel hungry faster.

　　 "Help us prepare more food and shochu, and other partners will come soon."

　　 "Well, okay, then I'll go to the kitchen to make arrangements first." Old John inadvertently glanced deeply at Dreyus, his turbid eyes flashing inexplicably.

　　 The noisy atmosphere was restored in the oak tavern. The merchants and mercenaries stopped paying attention to strangers, talking about their own anecdotes and gossip.

Modrian is no stranger to taverns. During his wandering journey for more than a month, he has stayed in many distinctive taverns, which are similar to the existence of bars in the previous life. However, most of the active in the tavern are runaway merchants, wandering Mercenaries, or gang members.

　　During the waiting time, Modrian looked at the internal environment of the tavern. Some unknown beast bones hung on the surrounding walls. This rough and savage decoration is very suitable for the northern region. The existence of the Blue Strawberry Hotel is rare.

　　 "Hey, man, what are you doing in Irvingdale town, are you going to explore the Runwall Mountains?" Old Jack muttered by the bar with a mouthful of food.

　　 As the closest town to the Runwall Mountains, the town of Irvingdale welcomes many mercenaries and merchants, as well as strangers of various identities every year.

　　 "Yes, I am a pioneer knight, and I was sent here to open up territory by the family." Modrian shrugged and said helplessly.

　　 "Ha, poor little guy, pioneering knight? I haven't seen it in Irvingdale for a long time." Old Jack took a sip of spirits and wiped his greasy mouth.

　　 There are very few unowned lands on the mainland of Karademos, and they are basically delineated by many countries. By coincidence, the Renwall Mountains are one of the few disputed unowned lands.

The Lenwall Mountains, which are covered with snow and ice all year round, lie in the north of the mainland of Karadimos. The northern side of the mountains is the Alan Faro Empire. Because of the huge area of ​​the mountains, it borders more than a dozen countries, and the surrounding disputes also follow. From here.

　　 "But it's a pity. The Lenwall Mountains have become more and more dangerous in the past decade. There are various tyrannical beasts in the depths of the mountains. Many mercenaries and explorers never return, almost becoming a forbidden place for life."

　　 "Of course, there are some pioneer knights like you, but the ending is the same, it is estimated that your dream of territory will also be broken here." Old Jack looked at Modrian interestingly and said.

　　 Hearing this, Modrian frowned. He didn't seem to expect that the situation would be so bad, which was different from the news he had inquired about in the city of Edalas.

　　In other words, he never thought that Viscount Brooke had planned for his ‘reward’.

　　 "Did something happen that caused the Renwall Mountains to become a forbidden area?" Modrian asked curiously.

　　 "I don't know about that." Old Jack slowly shook his head and took the last bite of the meal. "If you want to go to the Runwall Mountains, I suggest finding a familiar guide, it may be helpful."

　　 "When you are old, you should rest. I have already told you what I know. You can find out the specific news in Irvingdale."

As if there was no desire to go on, the old Jack pushed aside the food plate he had eaten in front of him, and stood up from the wooden chair. The tall skeleton showed that he was once strong and burly body, but in time, he became a gray-haired gray-haired man. Old man.

　　 "Guest, your wild boar chop rice and flame shochu are ready, please enjoy it slowly!" Old John's old voice sounded in his ears, pulling Modrian's attention back.

"thanks!"

　　 Modrian directly picked up the transparent shochu bottle on the bar counter, took a sip, warming his body like a fire, and then began to taste the signature wild boar chop rice.

　　 "It tastes good!" Modrian said with great admiration. As a food lover in his previous life, it is also a good experience to pursue the enjoyment of taste.

　　After dinner, Modrian and his party all checked into the Oak Tavern. Although it is not as comfortable as the Blue Strawberry Hotel, it is clean and tidy.

　　 However, because of the bad and changeable weather in the northern part of the kingdom, Modrian could only stay in the town of Irvingdale, supplementing some necessary materials for pioneering the land, and by the way, inquire about the information around the town of Irvingdale.

The town of Irvingdale, located in the northern part of the Kingdom of Stoke, is on the edge of the Lenwall Mountains. As a small town in the north, it attracts many wandering mercenaries all the year round.

In addition, there are rumors that there are countless treasures in the Lunwall Mountains. More and more adventurous (death) mercenaries are entering it, but the terrible low temperature and the beasts that cross the mountains. , Let it become a famous forbidden place for life on the mainland of Kalademos.

　　 In addition to the mercenaries, some shrewd traders also came to the town of Irvingdale in pursuit of business opportunities.

　　 After all, there will always be hungry beasts rushing out of the Runwall Mountains to attack the surrounding villagers, and the furs of the beasts that symbolize the trophies are very sought after by the nobles of the upper class.

　　 There may be many reasons. The former small town in Northland has gradually transformed into a transit base and trading town in recent years.

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　　 Adalas City, a magnificent courtyard somewhere in the bustling aristocratic district.

　　 There is a voice of sluggishness slowly coming from the exquisite wooden building, and sometimes a wheezing groan interrupts the piano, accompanied by a low roar, and only a gasping exhalation is left.

　　 "What's the matter?" It seemed to recover for a while, and a soft male voice came from the wooden building.

　　 "My lord, the mission failed."

　　 "Hehe, it has been expected, after all, our glory knight Ferdinand has been confirmed dead within the family, ha, he died in the hands of an aristocratic young master!" The gentle male voice said mockingly.

　　 "After all, I underestimated the hidden power of the Perris family, but it should be over now, contact the Jackdaw, I hope to hear good news from you soon!"

　　 "Yes, my lord!" A black shadow emerged from the exquisite wooden building and disappeared, and then the slavish voice sounded again.