Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 45 Chapton

The night on the continent of Ephra is quiet and dangerous, at least for most of the humans living there.

Except for some large cities with sufficient war preparedness and solid defense, "noisy" and "prosperous" are basically difficult to associate with human gatherings under the cover of night.

After all, no one can guarantee that those hungry nocturnal monsters wandering in the wild will not be attracted by the lights in your home.

Of course, for River Valley Town, especially the street where the Adventurer's Guild is located, it is a completely different scene.

“Wow…hahahaha!”

"Another one! Another one!"

"Where's my rat meat platter? Why hasn't it been served yet?"

The warm and bright lights seemed to become blurred by the aroma of wine and food in the air.

The crystal wine splashing out of the glass, the orange-red flames rising from the fireplace, and even the young waiter who was sweating profusely and shuttled between the drinkers...

The White Tit Tavern at night is almost like another world.

bang dong——

The wooden chair was overturned, and a bearded barbarian with naked upper body and muscular body suddenly jumped onto the table.

He ignored the food stains on his leather boots, and amid the cheers of the people around him, he held a wooden wine glass, swayed his scarred body awkwardly, and danced the traditional dance of the tribe.

There was even an equally enthusiastic bard nearby, leaning back with his legs crossed, and playing the harp in his hand quite casually to accompany the performance.

At the next table, a dwarf with a brown-red braided beard, with his teeth clenched, his arms as strong as steel swollen and swollen with blood, was arm wrestling with the burly human opposite him.

The onlookers behind them kept making noises and cheering, causing the two people at the table to blush, fearing that they would lose face in front of these drinkers who were eager to watch the fun.

In the pub lobby, behind the bar.

Chapton concentrated on wiping the wine glass in his hand.

Use your fingertips to press against the soft cloth and move upward along the body of the glass, following the curve of the glass, carefully scraping off the stains and fingerprints on the surface; then reach into the inner wall, using the strength of your wrist to rotate and clean every corner inside.

Faced with the hustle and bustle outside the bar, he didn't even raise his head, and was careful and serious, as if he was caressing his lover's hand.

Only occasionally would a barbarian's leather boots stomp on the table as he danced, or a dwarf who had won a contest of arm strength would excitedly place his large hands like a palm-leaf fan on the table.

His mustache trembled slightly, almost unnoticeably.

The scene before our eyes had happened almost every night since the White Tit Tavern was established.

As the owner of the pub, Chapton knew it well and was used to it.

Running a pub is neither easy nor difficult, but it is not that complicated either.

First of all, you need to investigate the business conditions of local peers, as well as the identity and spending power of your main customers in advance, and then choose a good piece of land.

Chapton thinks he has done a good job on this point.

The White Tit Tavern is in a great location right next to the Adventurer's Guild, and the store has a full range of drinks and food, from expensive "status-reflecting" to cheap "value for money."

Whether it is a professional who earns a year's income from one piece of equipment or a low-level adventurer who makes a living by hunting goblins, everyone can spend a relatively pleasant night in the tavern.

Secondly, you have to build good relationships with those people who are closely related to the pub.

From the town's law enforcement officers and high-level adventurers to the cleaners responsible for recycling garbage.

Gold coins pave the way for success.

Otherwise, who knows if a poisonous monster's corpse will suddenly appear in your kitchen one day, or a drunk and troublesome adventurer will tear down your tavern.

Finally, and most importantly, what Chapton wants young people who want to work in this field to know is this:

Don't spoil the fun for the adventurers who have just gone through a day of dangerous and arduous tasks and are in desperate need of alcohol and socializing to release their energy.

Otherwise...the bills of successive losses and the huge expenses on healing potions will tell you the reason.

Of course, when faced with the extreme behavior of some adventurers who were too arrogant to be resolved, his annual "management fee" of up to three figures was not paid in vain. Someone would come to help him solve the problem.

Gently put the clean wine glass in your hand back into the wooden cabinet.

Ignore the increasingly loud noise in the lobby.

Chapton took out a new rag and wiped the bar counter, thinking:

"Ms. Edwina from the Green Grass Crucible seems to have a new potion on the market recently. You can send two bottles of Lava Sigh over there someday."

"Mr. Fran's son's birthday is next month. I heard that he has hired a professional to train him. A well-made one-handed sword should be a good birthday gift."

crunch--

The wooden door hinges made a sluggish sound when rubbing against each other, accompanied by the cold wind that seeped in from the cracks in the door.
Bringing Chapton back to reality from his thoughts.

Looking up subconsciously.

What came into view was a tall, black-haired young man.

The neat short hair was a little messy due to the evening breeze outside, the lip line was thin and clear, and the pair of narrow but not short dark eyes seemed to come from the deep night outside the wooden door.

His facial features give people a sharp and cold feeling at first glance.

It seemed as if he had just returned from an adventure. Cracks could be clearly seen on his leather armor, and there were even traces of blood on the clothes between his arms.

He carried two weapons on his back, one long and one short. The iron-gray blade of the long one could be vaguely seen under the scabbard, while the short one was tightly wrapped in bandages, making it impossible to capture its specific appearance.

"Dual Swordsman?"

Chapton thought to himself.

Somewhat strange.

Regardless of the current time or the other party's attire, it was clear that they looked like they had just finished a mission.

But the young man himself did not have the impression that he had of an adventurer who was tired and exhausted after a long journey and countless battles.

in contrast.

Full of energy and in great shape.

It seemed as if he had been resting in the town for many days.

"Did you rest during the day and have to travel at night?"

"That shouldn't be the case. The Misty Forest is so dangerous. How could anyone dare to travel there at night?"

After thinking about it for a while, I found that I really couldn't figure it out.

Chapton no longer hesitated.

I've been running a pub for many years and have seen all kinds of weird people.

And the stories circulated among the drinkers had told him countless times that for those who were engaged in the adventure business—

Don't talk too much.

However, just because he knows this truth doesn't mean that everyone knows it.

The young man with short black hair obviously attracted some people's attention.