A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 44: Dema Tavern
Two days passed quickly.

March 3st, one day left until Grindelwald's school starts.

In the afternoon, Quinn came down the stairs carrying a suitcase.

Inside was his few belongings—mostly clothes and a few books about heroes. He planned to move out of the apartment today. After all, this place had been found by Golden Wind, indicating that it was not safe enough.

The college provides dormitories for faculty and staff. If you live directly in Grindelwald, you don't have to worry about the Vatican coming to check the water meter every day.

Ankua was also speechless about the leaked address. In his opinion, occult methods could not track down Quinn, who was protected by the Demon King, and searching for him in Sewell was like looking for a needle in a haystack. It should be safe.

But the gangs are good at finding needles in a haystack. How can they lend money at high interest rates if they can’t even find anyone?

The old man who was guarding the apartment saw Quinn carrying his luggage and asked in a flattering way:
"Mr. Quinn, where are you going?"

There was a copy of the Ashwell Gazette lying on the worn wooden table that served as the security booth. "Today's paper was just delivered at noon. I'm almost done reading it and am about to bring it up to you."

Quinn didn't answer, but stopped and stared at him.

The old security guard was a little scared by his stare, "You, if you want it now, you can take it away."

Quinn narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone:

"I don't think I told you my name is Quinn, right?"

"Ha, really?" the old man chuckled in a panic. "If you're sure, you must have said it! Or maybe it's registered in the resident register. Ha, ha, ha, look at my memory."

"Heh, how much reward did you get in exchange for my address?"

Quinn smiled at him.

He had recalled every person who had passed by the apartment building over the past two weeks, but he hadn't seen anyone appear more than twice. Only Old Deng, who dozed off daily at the apartment building entrance, could be sure that Quinn was a resident.

His appearance with black hair and black eyes easily leaves an impression on people.

Golden Wind probably used these security guards to set up a surveillance network in Xiweier. No wonder Borna said "Golden Wind is everywhere in Xiweier". BYD Security Captain is one of them.

"What, what reward?" The old man stood up immediately, the irritation that was unique to old people when they were being unreasonable on display. "Don't talk nonsense! If this gets out, I'll lose my job and I'll have to give you, young man, a hard time!"

Quinn said nothing, just pulled out his gun.

After the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, the old man's eyes suddenly became clear.

"Ten guineas—just ten guineas."

Quinn smiled and held out his hand, "Here."

"What are you taking?"

"You took my address in exchange for the reward. You have the address and the gold pounds, so how come you get all the good things?" Quinn glared at him, "Give me the money!"

The old man said with a sad face: "Only 7 gold pounds are left, really."

"Chirp, bring it here."

The old man pulled out a cloth bag he'd been hiding, which contained seven gold coins with King Roan's portrait printed on them. His movements were heartbreaking. Quinn grabbed them without hesitation.

He didn't intend to take revenge on the old man. After all, he would have to do business with Golden Wind in the future, but he didn't intend to suffer the loss in silence either.

The deposit now becomes 13 gold pounds.

After getting the money, Quinn put away the gun, didn't bother to say anything more, picked up his luggage and left the apartment.

The old man sat down indignantly. There was no way to reason with him. This man was wanted by Golden Wind, but he was able to come back safely. This meant that he must have a gang background. As an old security guard, he dared not offend such a person.
Quinn suddenly turned back.

"First, sir, it's really gone. You can check. The three gold pounds were lost at the gambling table. I'm not lying to you!" The old man shuddered. Could he want to kill to silence him?

"And I lost the silver coin I paid you for the newspaper?"

The old man couldn't believe it, and finally rummaged through his boxes and drawers to scrape together 100 pence under Quinn's unfriendly gaze, and then watched Quinn walk away with his salary and the unfinished newspaper on the table.

Live father.

Quinn stopped a Chocobo and said, "Let's go to the Dema Tavern."

In Seville, the only things you can stop on the roadside are rickshaw-like Chocobo carts. Operators of horse-drawn carriages usually don't dare to operate in Seville. After all, the beggars and refugees on the streets are not good people. If they see you are a wealthy dog ​​owner riding in a horse-drawn carriage, they will rob you.

Chocobos were much cheaper than horse-drawn carriages. Each of these vehicles had a mechanical counter connected to a gear on its axle to record the number of tire rotations. Every thirty tire rotations meant the vehicle traveled approximately one hundred meters. Chocobos charged one penny per hundred revolutions, with no starting price.

The carriage was much more expensive, costing three pence per hundred laps, with a starting price of one silver coin.

Ankuya was really busy. Not only did he have to investigate the robbery, but he also had a lot of work to do at the academy. Quinn had to buy items to play the role of an arcanist. He couldn't go to work empty-handed like a Muggle, so Ankuya made a list for him and then pointed him in the right direction.

Dema Tavern.

This dilapidated building, which looks like any other tavern in Westville, stands high on the mountainside. This is the boundary between Eastville and Westville. A high wall surrounding the entire mountain divides the city. Once Westville's gray smog hits this wall, it is like hitting a barrier and can no longer spread.

The fresh air and the turbid chemical smell are clearly distinguished on a mountain.

If West Virginians want to go to the top of the mountain, they must go through the toll booths on the avenue and pay a so-called "air maintenance fee."

The official explanation is that this move is to prevent beggars and refugees from harassing wealthy communities.

The wall is 3.6 meters high and is made of bricks, stones and wire mesh. The top is covered with densely packed sharp glass pieces to prevent climbing. Graffiti of various cultures can be seen everywhere on the wall on the Sewell side.

The Dema Tavern is located right under the high wall. Although it looks shabby, it is as big as an inn and is like a watchtower connected to the city wall.

After pushing open the door, the interior decoration was not luxurious, even a bit simple, with wooden tables and chairs, and beer barrels stacked against the wall.

Fortunately, the pub is very clean and there are many well-maintained green plants, which gives people a very comfortable feeling.

"Welcome~" an old lady greeted as she wiped the table. "Sorry, the manager is drunk and there's no one to make drinks. We only have beer and juice until he wakes up."

Quinn looked over and saw a drunk old man shouting loudly behind the bar, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

(End of this chapter)