Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 41: Taverns and Guests

Claude understands that this adventure of four partners to Bailuzhou can only be achieved thanks to good luck. The first night of ambushing a mountain deer by the creek was mainly the personal credit of Velikro. The next day I was able to beat the big python on the basement floor was also considered fateful. As for the black tiger fish in the net on my return trip, it was a gift pack that was not so lucky every time I went out on an adventure.

In addition, he could sell so many Chamberlain Argonauts, he used the crowd wisely, and the shopkeepers who actually shot in front of the public couldn't keep the price down, so the higher the price, and then they couldn't get off the stage, they had to buy at a premium, which was also to earn a face for their shop in front of the people who watched.

Speaking of which, the pier auction is more like a live show with money to advertise. Like an unproductive Gilp Pi store, it is likely to fall into the minds of the townspeople. In the future, the hunters came to town to sell fur. The first option would be the Mira tailor shop, which bought deerskin at a high price. The second option would be the Vacuri, which had six riazos for two broken antelope skins, while the Gilp store would have to sweep the leftovers.

It was quite unexpected that Claude could sell seven silver tallers and eight riazos. He thought it would be nice to sell eight or nine silver tallers. I didn't expect a dock bidder to double the price, which meant that Claude had three silver tallers next to him after paying off his debts and had already exceeded Mr. Morsan's official salary by a month.

No wonder Mr. Morsan's attitude last night was so strange that he should have known the price of the dock auction that he did not accuse Claude of concealing his family's actions. Looks like we need to go to the bookstore as soon as possible to buy some new books, so as to keep Mr. Morsan's mouth shut, lest he constantly remind Claude that men need to do what they say and do what they say...

That's why Claude offered to invite his friends to town for a big meal at noon, and after eating, he went to the town bookstore to buy some new books and bring them home.

“Okay, I brought four purses today, and I'll give them to you when I get to school.” Bok Al nodded, "But, Claude, the money you were going to repay was meant for us to go to Bai Lu, so now we're splitting it? ”

“Leave it with you first. Don't split the money. We'll go out from school at noon and get some good food from here. After all, it's not appropriate for you to pay for it...”

Erickson agreed: "Claude was right, we made a lot of money this time anyway, and this money is going to be used as a public service fee to eat good food. ”

“I don't mind.” But Boa, give me four riazos and five sonars this time, and four silver tallers will be at your place first, and I'll ask you when I need them... ”

“Why?” Everyone looked at Verricolo a little strange.

Verricolo was a little embarrassed: "Well, if you put me around, my sister would take it and tell me to keep it for me, and I wouldn't be able to get it back. This has happened several times before. My father gave me all the pocket money at my sister's. It seems that there is also a polysilver taller...”

Everyone is speechless...

Boquer ends by saying, "Okay, I'll keep it for you. I'll give you anything you need. ”

When they entered the classroom at school, it was unexpected that the students stood up and applauded, and Eriksson was even more proud.

“What are they doing?” Claude's a little grumpy.

“Yesterday they also went to the pier to see that we are the Fourth Warrior of the Second Grade. You know how scary that python skin is when it's spread, even the adult hunters don't have the courage to face such a big python... of course, it's all your fault.” Bok Al whispered in a whispering ear.

The Fourth Warrior of the Second Grade? Is there a better title than this? Claude just felt his face burning. What makes him even more embarrassed is the three lessons in literature in the morning, each of which comes with the names of four of them, expressing admiration for their courage. Even during class breaks, other class students point to them, not even girls...

Verricolo doesn't care, the big guy reacts slowly, of course. Claude was very uncomfortable with the dramatic scenery at the top of the wind, and as a crosser he was reluctant to lay low and lay low, hiding in the crowd to make him feel safe. This will also have to be strong and patient, hoping that over time everything will disappear.

Instead, it's Ericsson and Bok Al, and now it's the air, and I'm tired of telling my classmates about the adventures of these two days. If Claude hadn't stopped it in time, they might have said something about camping at the ruins of the White Eucalyptus Magic Tower. Although the two of them only drank a lot of Gan Lan and slept through the night, this did not affect their imagination, making up the fictional story of two nights of camping at the foot of Bai Lu Zhou Mountain like a horrible fantasy film, listening to the students around them go straight to sleep...

Claude believes that soon another mysterious and horrible tale about Bailu will come out of nowhere. What kind of horrible ghosts are heard in the woods in the middle of the night. When the fog rises, he sees a mysterious black man walking in the mountains, but the sun comes out and the fog dissipates without any anomalies, etc., the people who talk about it are happy, they hear people without brains, and they don't want to think, if it's so mysterious and horrible, why can the four teenagers come back safely...

After a long lunch, the dining room was as tasteless as ever, and the four wealthy teenagers had once again overturned the walls behind the school in large measure to prepare for a delicious lunch in the town centre.

“Where shall we eat?” Villicro asked.

“Why don't we go to the pub and Piedad bought our black tiger fish yesterday? I'd love to taste what a big black tiger looks like.” Claude suggested that he would be the one who would ask for the money, and it would be reasonable to assume that the requested person would not object, as the customer was free to do, but I just didn't expect that the proposal would be unanimously opposed by Bok Al and Eriksson.

“Come on, Claude, this is going to the old tavern, isn't it? Believe it or not, at least half of the people you know in the old tavern are there, your father, my father, they must be there for lunch too...” Bok Al said.

“It seems like my father will go too, yesterday afternoon he made an appointment with Piedad, said to leave him a large portion of the black tiger fish, this afternoon he invited a few friends to taste the big black tiger fish his son caught...” Ericsson said a little underwhelmed that the father and son were just as fond of showing off their love.

Claude slapped his head, how could he forget? The tavern is an old place where the upper classes of Bai Lu town often meet. Yesterday afternoon Tavern chef Pierre bought the black tiger fish at a high price, so this afternoon and evening, those upscale food lovers will surely gather to dine there. His father, Mr. Morsan, the chief administrative officer of Bai Lu Town, was not surprised to be invited to lunch together. Now I'm just looking for a curse...

There are actually more than a dozen taverns in Bai Lu Town, the largest of which is the Pier District, with seven. But the only one in town that people call a tavern or an old tavern, the first tavern in White Deer Town, the White Deer Tavern. The tavern is said to be as old as White Deer Town, and after more than a dozen turns, it ended up being one of the ancestors of Sir Fox, the only member of the National Assembly in White Deer Town. Of course, Sir Fox, a national congressman, would not run a tavern, and now Chef Pierre is the actual owner of the tavern.

Chef Pierre is also a legendary figure. He is from Wangdu, he owns a luxury restaurant and has loved studying cooking since he was a kid. Sir Fox studied in Wang Du as a young man, met him and became a friend.

Later, an aristocratic lady who loved food fell in love with young Pierre, and of course, the love could not be blessed by her family. Anyway, it was also a noble lady, falling in love with a cook, whether in her status or in her family background, which became a big joke in Wangdu's aristocratic circle.

So the aristocratic lady ran off with the young Pierre! Running away...

As a result, Piedad's parents were retaliated against by the nobleman, whose luxury restaurant soon closed. Speaking of which, Pieds really need to thank Sterling IX for his policy of constant repression of noble privileges when in office, which prevented that nobleman from effectively harming the Pieds in terms of their physical security, only to strike and threaten economically.

For love, Pied took his family a thousand miles away from Wangdu to go to White Deer Town to run Sir Fox and take over one of Sir Fox's ancestral properties, the old tavern in White Deer Town.

After taking over the White Deer Tavern, the first thing Pied did was fire all part-time pigmeat waitresses and convince Sir Fox to spend a fortune renovating and renovating the old tavern, while also recruiting new waitresses for training. Three months later, the old tavern is refreshed to become the finest, most elegant price in White Deer Town and the most expensive place to communicate. From now on, the old tavern has been home to a crowd of people with a bit of identity in town, and has been the meeting place for these upperclassmen in White Deer Town, where they eat food and discuss a lot of business...

“Thanks for the heads-up, Boa. So where do we go for lunch? ”

“Didn't you say you were going to the bookstore after eating? Let's go straight to the big fork restaurant next to the bookstore where they make great roasted sheep ribs and halogen noodles.” Erickson recommended.

The Great Fork Hotel is not actually called that name, and people on the Farea continent are used to using their own names or names as names for their stores. Originally the name of this restaurant was Lombards Restaurant, also the name of the old owner, but to attract more attention, he deliberately hung a large fork of rice in front of the store. After a long time, people called this restaurant the Great Fork Restaurant, which is why things can't hang around...

The world also has noodles, but noodles are basically made by hand. Simply combine the noodles with the water, place them on the case board and slice them into pieces with a stick, then cut them into strips with a knife, put them in a pan and cook, then pour a spoon of halogenated gravy and you can eat them. It looks like handmade bread noodles that the passers-by ate in their previous lives, but this juicy noodle tastes almost as good.

Roasted sheep ribs are nice and can be eaten directly in the hand. The beverage is fresh rye and honey black tea, all in one sonar. Four people still have classes this afternoon, so both Ericsson and Bok Al asked for a cup of honey black tea very honestly.

Claude chewed five sheep's ribs in one breath and ate a large plate of halogenated noodles. Bok Al and he were about, like, three sheep's ribs. Ericsson and Verricolo are uniquely interested in the halogen pasta, and each person asks for two large plates.

At the end of the bill, the sheep's ribs were one Sunar, the four ate twelve strips, the halogen noodles were three Sunar plates, six plates were ordered, plus four cups of honey black tea, and Claude paid a total of three riasos four Sunar, equivalent to Mr. Morsan's salary for three days. This Grand Fork is a little expensive, but Claude's hospitality assignment has been accomplished.