Who is it? In the middle of the day.
Well, drink up. A tavern is a place to drink, so it's a tavern.
And you, in that year, did you participate in the Woodmell War? The second one.
Then we'll have a drink, huh?
What did you say? Aren't you in?
Go home. Go home.
I'm not trying to get anything out of the way. I'm saying this for you.
It's good now. But he's gonna sit around till night drinking in the middle of the day.
You don't have anyone to talk to, do you? If you suck, you get beat up.
What, are you from school?
Oh, you're here to ask about my husband.
Well, that's not the point. I'll let you know as much as I can.
You think you can afford it?
It's a bottle. I appreciate this guy.
Well, then do my husband's great work in the west mountains......
What, before and after that? In order from the beginning?
You know who I am?
Well, then, I'll talk to you from where my husband and I met.
How many years ago was that...... what's for sure is the year before the war, that fall.
It was a tavern at the end of the North Nate venue.
It's just like here.
At first, I thought he was here.
Don't be a chick. He said, "I don't remember it in my arm." You're more or less a kid.
That's weird and prestigious.
Nice clothes, why did you come here?
Henwood looks great on you, you bluebird!
He found me and walked straight.
"I want to talk about work. What do you mean?
It was a little creepy.
How do you know my face, such a beautiful little kid?
So I said the same thing to you.
I ordered a bottle.
Well, I was hoping I could have a drink.
"There is a war. I want to hire you.
And here I am.
If it's that way, no matter how much booze you're having, you wake up.
Kid with gold. From the way you talk, you're noble. You don't have to be me if you're making fun of me.
I thought I might have pulled a hit.
But?
"There would be a Luo Party, wouldn't there? If that's all a good house would be.
I glanced at you.
"I'm an associate baron.
"Oh, I see.... No, I apologize if I offended you. So, when? How big?"
"If you were interested, any more stories, at home.
... Oh, of course I did.
You're welcome to talk about work. By then, the Far East was peaceful and had no work to do.
I thought you weren't alert? What? There was nothing to lose.
"Exactly the Associate Baron family, thank you for your hospitality. Is he a first-rate chef?
"No, I made it.
You thought it was more and more interesting.
Cooking is handy. I can't make it incompetent.
Besides, hospitality from hand is unusual.
By and large, an associate baron is a rise. There's a market down there for something more prestigious than you need.
If you don't, they'll make fun of you everywhere.
... No, you know what, you're from school.
Anyway, I encouraged the conversation.
Then I told you this.
"In the north, there is a war. Within three years, no, probably, two years.
You're pissed at your misprospects. If you don't do your job, you're going to be so blunt.
"There's no way that a story like that could leak to the Associate Baron's house. Boy, it's your delusion.
You were turning bright red.
The retrieval of the Associate Baron's house is hard.
But well, if you piss me off, this story is broken.
That's what I thought. Hey. He ate it.
"I want you to see this.
I've kind of brought up a graph that's just a book.
Goose sounds, Ease, Woodmell. It's the flow of money and things before and after each war.
I don't know the economy. He who sees that makes better money than a mercenary.
But?
I could tell that the three graphs were doing the same thing.
"This is what's happening now.
It was the same thing.
I cared unexpectedly and lowered my floating hips.
"Boy. No, I'm sorry. This is what you have to call it," Young Master. "If you don't know, you can make money. Nothing has to go to war...
"It's the Associate Baron's house. You know what I mean? Ex-ten horsemen?
It's a good idea. Mercenaries are pinkies.
He can't even hire me without checking it out.
Me?
I went out of my way to look it up, and to the point that I'd been trying to speak to you for two years, you sold your name.
It's a lie, a lie.
There's no way anyone would have called mercenaries before the war broke out.
That's what I told my husband. Then what?
"From now on, I want to hire you. If you have a stomach, hire them together. Tell your people to start speaking up.... I don't have a problem with the war being spoken of.
"You have money, don't you?
"I'm telling you, it's the quasi baron's house, right?
"What, so early?
"That's also because it's the Associate Baron's house. If you're not a solid group, you're in trouble. That's why I called out now. I spoke to you (...). Ex-ten horsemen?
"A thoughtful choice, eh? Combat power is natural. Female predators, whoever does something nasty, play it.... liked it. It's a contract, sir.
"You weren't my young husband?
"You're not a merchant, are you? My employer is my husband.
Then for more than six months, I went in and out of my husband's house.
Why don't you come up with me and speak to your people?
They were all amused.
I even spoke to the young guy. They haven't rubbed it yet.
"I don't want money. I want you to see how it works. Make it a frat party," he said desperately.
Strong, huh? That kind of guy. I'll never get away with it. I don't even imitate dirty.
Husband's reply?
"When the war is over and I can stand on my own, I accept. If I die, I'll accept it at home.
Leave it in writing and interview your father.
Even though you're young, that's the only time you could count on your father.
Your father is also an interesting man. He gave his son over a hundred big gold coins and said, "Let him do it."
I was going to be at war in a year, no, just over six months, so I could hire extra money.
I didn't think the day would come for me to command 150 men.
My nose was a little high.
If you say your nose is high.
You used to say, "Guard me in the garden".
Oh, my God, I was inviting His Highness the Flag-headed Viscount.
I was called out and I accidentally answered seriously.
I was surprised I still had that place.
When the numbers gathered, they called it hunting and exercised in the suburbs.
He was also associated with the Young Admiral and the archer of the Demon Bullet.
Damn it. You're an imbecile.
Speaking of which, so is the psychic powers of the school captain.
It's called my husband's vision. Is the school full of monsters?
You are, too, aren't you? Scary. Scary.
It's just, whatever, that physique. I was worried about the crime scene.
But you threw the whole command at me.
"I trusted you and strained myself. Of course, right?
The same goes for gold, but I knew what "credit" was at that young age.
Young people have heroic aspirations, hey.
I would never have been able to. I was counting on you.
We got the best mercenaries.
A demon bullet archer to the young general. Careful, eye-catching husband.
It was the best place to work.
Only then was I reckless.
I don't have a choice. If a fellow I've spent years with since I was a kid sees me like that.
The other guy was good at one. That's what I'm talking about, motherfucker...
I got drunk as it was.
I'm not going to be able to continue this conversation any longer.
We'll hear more tomorrow.
School faculty......
Someone pushed open the door of the tavern.
Unexpectedly stop the writing hand.
"Wow! Help me, Vendell! Your wife's gonna bully you!" We are only children together. I don't know what it is, and I still need kids to keep the blood in both houses! '...... Oh, were you a customer? This is rude. No, but... have we met somewhere?
Is that bullying?
Anyway, just fine.
Let's hear more from him.
"Yeah, I've seen you face to face before, there might have been. Actually, listen...
"Excuse me.
Bartender?
"Celebrate the reunion of old friends, from me to you both. Our original cocktail, The Demon Bullet.
... a little bit, was it because of you?
I'm an alumni. Enjoy the cocktail and take your time listening.
"So, to what... right, to school, cheers.
The taste of "demon bullets" was terribly bitter.
The saltiness comes up later.
Oh, the taste of the floated olives?
"Some people are credited with 'It tastes like tears'. He said it was a tear shed in the Woodmell War.
A customer who exchanged toasts broke his neck and slammed into the table.
"But I named it 'Demon Bullet'.... a special blow.
My vision was greatly distorted.
Where it falls from the head to the counter, I manage to support it with an arm pillow.
I can't move my body properly.
Yet the consciousness is clear.
Only my ears are covered.
"Continue, from me......
The soft voice of the bartender can be heard from above.