Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Milin, who had just promised to Gray Feng during the day that he would pay attention to his own safety and never run around, secretly went out to eat at a restaurant at night.

And he went to the restaurant with the other two people who should theoretically be busy with public security management in the city and suppressing bandits outside the city.

Leaving the busy Gray Feng to work overtime alone in the castle that became the center of the town profoundly explained what "a man's mouth is a deceitful ghost".

Of course, Milin didn't regard Lao Wei's tavern as a strange place that might be dangerous.

Although Milin brought his troops to Escalon to fight the security war for several months, and even spent one night to become the temporary lord of the city, he stayed in the garrison camp most of the time. Milin is not well known to most locals.

However, this majority definitely does not include the regulars in the Avigo Tavern, because whenever Milin comes to the city for business, he will definitely take the time to hang out in this pub.

Over time, the identities of Milin and Alori, who often accompanied Milin, became known.

Only this time, Milin's identity has changed a little bit.

When Milin pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in, the noisy tavern became quiet after a brief pause. Even the customers who had just stuffed food and drinks into their mouths slowed down their eating speed.

The few people who occupied Milin's old position stood up and moved aside.

Milin, who just glanced at the old position without stopping, led Alori and Attila directly to the bar.

The tavern owner Avigo, who was interrupted while drinking water, shook his head and looked helplessly at the three people sitting in a row in front of him. First, he patted a wooden wine glass that required two adult hands to hold. In front of Milin.

Then he bent down from the top of the bar

After filling Milin's cup, Avigo placed the remaining half of the bucket directly in front of Alori, who was sitting on Milin's left side, without giving him the cup.

"There's more." Milin knocked on the bar and said.

Avigo, who heard what Milin said, glanced at Attila who was sitting on the other side of Milin with his head lowered.

I don’t know whether it was because he was not used to this scene or for some reason. Attila lowered his head when he came in and kept lowering his head until he sat down, as if he wanted to see the flowers from his toes.

Just when Avigo was about to euphemistically express to Milin that the little girl in the movie is not suitable for drinking and should drink milk, the chubby tavern owner suddenly remembered how he was scared into a ball by this "little girl" during the day. of.

The lingering power even caused Avigo to spill several drops due to shaking hands when pouring wine for Attila. This was the first time Milin had made such a stupid mistake since he knew him.

"Is it that exaggerated?" Milin said as he drank most of the glass of wine in one gulp.

After putting down the wine glass, Milin looked at the liquid in the wine glass strangely, then raised his head and said to Avigo:

"So you still have such a good thing. Why have I never seen you take it out before? You hide it really well, Lao Wei."

Even if Milin had no ability to taste this kind of classical wine, which was closer to a drink than to wine, he could still tell that the barrel of wine that Lao Wei brought out was much better than the best wine that Milin had found in the city lord's mansion.

"Not for sale," Lao Wei said while looking at Alori, who was already standing up next to Milin, with a painful look on his face. At the same time, he also glanced at Attila sitting on the other side with the corner of his eye.

...Well, I don’t know when the wine glass in front of Attila was empty.

Unexpectedly, despite his small stature, Lao Wei had to bend down and take out another bucket.

Seeing that Lao Wei had transformed "not for sale" like Doraemon, Milin couldn't help but crane his neck and look inside the bar to see how many barrels were left.

"That's it, drink it and it'll be gone." Avigo tried his best to control his expression so as not to look too distressed. Unfortunately, he had never learned the self-cultivation of an actor.

"Haha, don't worry, I won't let you suffer." Milin drank up the rest of the wine in his glass and slapped the table with his big hand.

"Oliu?" Avigo said in surprise when he saw the small gold cake Milin slapped on the table.

This was the first time he saw Milin take out a gold coin. You must know that Milin had been picking at the dinar before.

"What's wrong? You don't think it's fake, do you?" Milin was a little surprised. Even if Orio gold coins are rare, it's not like Lao Wei has never seen them before.

"Of course not..." Even so, Avigo still picked up the Orio gold coin on the table with his chubby hands, stuffed it into his mouth, bit it, and blew on it and put it to his ear to listen.

"Is it enough for these two barrels of wine?" Milin asked with a smile, looking at Lao Wei's rather professional look.

"Enough is enough." Even if Lao Wei believed that the quality of his privately brewed wine was no worse than those of famous wines, he still wouldn't use Orioux to calculate the value.

Although the empire has always used Oriu gold coins as the highest denomination currency, Oriu gold coins are rarely used for settlement in daily transactions.

Because compared with Seth Theis, another gold coin in real circulation, the Orio gold coins issued in limited quantities after each emperor came to the throne are more like commemorative coins.

Since the last emperor lost the symbol of the empire, he died of unknown reasons not long after taking the throne, causing the empire to be divided into three.

There have been no new Orio gold coins for decades.

"It's enough." After seeing Lao Wei's reaction, he knew that this Oriu was definitely worth a lot more. Milin smiled and did not give change, but changed the subject and asked:

"What's going on, citizen representative."

"The letter has been sent out, and it will take at most a month to reach the imperial capital." Avigo leaned close to Milin and whispered.

However, due to the quietness of the tavern and the fact that Avigo's voice could not be lowered no matter how low he was, at least most of the people in the tavern heard it.

The tables nearby have speeded up their quiet eating, and they seem to be planning to finish eating and leave here as soon as possible.

Milin, who didn't care about other people, asked in surprise:

"Huh, so fast?"

I thought this kind of thing would take several days to discuss.

"Because we have already prepared it, just follow the caravan. I didn't expect you didn't prohibit the caravan from leaving." Seeing the actions of those customers, Avigo said with a sigh, knowing that the business would be reduced tonight.

"Because there is no need." Milin said confidently. Although the number of troops is not enough, so far, those troops who are 100% golden fingers have not disappointed Milin.

Not to mention anything else, just locking up morale will make you envious of all military commanders for 500 years.

Not to mention that he absolutely obeys orders. The only drawback is that his head is a bit stiff and he looks like a robot.

"Every time I encounter something, I feel like I get to know you again." Avigo, who also heard the confidence in Milin's words, said a little speechlessly.

"This won't be the last time." Milin smiled and then brought the topic back up and asked, "Since it's so fast, I should prepare more than one letter."

"I don't know about that." After Avigo finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds and then continued: "But there is more than one caravan going out today."

"Is this rare?" Milin asked curiously.

"It's not uncommon, but in the past, for safety reasons, we always walked together." Avigo said.

"Well, it's a pity..." Milin said.

"So you should be banned for at least a while." Avigo shook his head again and said.

"No, I'm not pity about this." Milin is just pity that the soldiers with golden fingers cannot carry out long-term tracking tasks that require adaptability. It's not a pity that those "citizens" are thinking about anything.