It has been several hours since Falk and others left.

It's around 11 o'clock in the morning.

Because lunch time is approaching, the salmon tavern is full of many guests.

Nearly 80% of the seats in the tavern are full.

The bearded man stood behind the bar, wiping the bottle of a bottle of wine with a rag, while sighing:

"Oh... Will Miss Lota come again in the future..."

Since Falke and the others left, the bearded man kept muttering "Miss Lota" and "Miss Lota", which made the waiters in the tavern feel bored.

"Boss! I really didn't expect that you would like this little girl who is not yet adult."

As soon as the waiter said this, it immediately caused laughter from many people around him.

The bearded man bathed in the laughter of everyone, while refuting unhappily:

"I don't like little girls who are underage! I just like pretty beauties simply!"

"Do you know that Miss Lota is a beauty?" another waiter interrupted. "I have seen many girls who are pretty when they are underage but become ugly when they grow up."

"Go and go! What do you know!" the bearded man cursed, "You don't understand this, right? My eyes are very accurate! Miss Lota is so cute now, and she will definitely be a great beauty in the future!"

"Even if Miss Lota is still a great beauty in the future, she doesn't care about your boss! Miss Lota has such good conversation and temperament, and she is obviously the child of a wealthy family. People with her status as her will not be able to fall in love with your boss."

"Oh..." the bearded man sighed, "Of course I know... I don't expect to be like Miss Lota. As long as she can come to visit my store again in the future, I will be satisfied."

jingle!

The doorbell set above the door suddenly rang.

A customer pushed the door open and came in.

Hearing the crisp sound of the bell, the bearded man quickly turned his head according to the sound, and while turning his gaze to the gate, he said loudly:

“Welcome light…”

Before the "Welcome" could be said completely, the remaining bytes were blocked in the bearded man's throat and could not be said any more.

Because these new guests are a group of soldiers with helmets and armor.

Soldiers came - this was the first time this salmon tavern had encountered such a thing since it opened its store.

This fact is so strange that it made the bearded man's face unable to help but look surprised, and he didn't even have time to finish a complete "Welcome".

These soldiers who suddenly entered the store attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

Everyone in the tavern put down what they were doing, turned their heads and cast curious eyes at the soldiers.

The leader of the soldiers was a bald head without a helmet.

The bald man's face is quite fierce, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to get along with.

After leading a group of soldiers behind him into the tavern, the bald man walked straight to the bar counter of the tavern, and then asked directly to the bearded man:

"Brother, are you the owner of this tavern?"

"That's right." The bearded man who came to his senses a little nodded, "I am the owner of this tavern. Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"No, we are neither here to eat nor drink, we are here to ask for something."

"Ask something?" the bearded man asked in confusion.

"That's right." The bald man said seriously, "Boss, there are many guests passing by in your tavern every day. Do you dare to ask if you have ever seen a little girl with silver hair and purple pupils? This little girl should not be an adult, she looks about 11 to 14 years old, and has a very good temperament."

As soon as the bald man finished speaking, his pupils shrank slightly invisibly.

The expressions of the rest of the waiters in the tavern also changed a little at this time.

"I don't know." The bearded man shrugged, "How could I remember the appearance of each guest when I pass by so many guests?"

"No, boss." said the bald man in a calm and slightly creepy tone. "A little girl with silver hair and purple eyes - such guests should be rare. If you have been to your tavern, you will not have no impression."

"If you don't have any impression, you don't have any impression." The bearded man waved his hand impatiently, "Since I don't have any impression, it means that there is no such girl passing by my tavern."

"...Isn't there really?" asked the bald man again.

"You are so annoying!" said the bearded man impatiently, "I said no, it's not..."

Before the bearded man finished speaking, a male voice with an extremely high tone suddenly rang behind the bald man and others:

"A girl with silver hair and purple eyes? I've seen this girl."

The bald head turned around in the sound.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed in a homeless man and extremely vulgar face, looking at them with a smile.

The owner of the voice just now was this homeless man.

"Have you seen it?" the bald man asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, I've seen it." The tramp nodded.

"Hey!" The bearded man with a little angry face shouted at the homeless man, "Drink your wine! Stop talking nonsense..."

bass!

Before the bearded man could finish his words, the bald man suddenly pulled out the long sword around his waist and placed the sharp blade on the bearded man's neck.

The bald head who suddenly drew his sword not only scared the bearded man, but also the rest of the people in the tavern.

"You are the one who can talk nonsense." The bald man said to the beard in a cold tone, "Shut your mouth and stand aside. If I find that you are talking nonsense again, then I don't mind using some rough means to shut you up."

After saying that, the bald man put his sword back into the sheath, then turned his head and continued to say to the homeless man:

"Okay, let's continue with the topic we just said."

"You just said-you've seen a girl with silver hair and purple eyes, right?"

"That's right." The homeless man with a slutty smile nodded, "What a cute girl. I haven't seen such a cute girl in a long time."

"So-can you tell me where this girl went?"

"It's OK to tell you, but-"

Speaking of this, the homeless man raised his right hand and pinched the thumb, index finger and middle finger of his right hand together and rubbed it.

This action means reward.

The bald man looked at the homeless man's movement.

After a while of silence, he said in a tone without any emotional color:

"I said--man, have you made something wrong?"

After saying that, the bald man grabbed the head of the homeless man and smashed him hard at a table in front of him.

The homeless man's head had a very close contact with the tabletop.

"Where did you get the opportunity to bargain with me?"

After saying that, the bald man lifted the homeless man's head again and smashed his head towards the table again.
Chapter completed!