Next to the fire pit that was burned to ashes, three hangover servants were awakened by the cold cold of the late autumn morning dew.

He knocked on his head and rubbed his eyes, and opened his mouth in a daze.

"Where is the wine?!"

"Where are two hundred barrels of ale?!"

"Where is Boss Barr's two hundred barrels of ale?!"

"Damn it!"

"We're dead!"

"Boss Barr will kill us!"

After a round of shouting, the three servants walked into the town with a sad face and dazed. When they arrived at the entrance of the Musket Tavern, they looked at me and I saw that you were timid and dared not enter.

Old Barr went out with mouthwash in his throat. The old man raised his neck and was about to spit it out, but he found three people squatting by the door and glanced at him. He looked at him with a squint! Isn't this the one who guards the wine barrel? Damn scum, waste, smelly shit! Old Barr squirted out in one breath, and in a hurry, his mouthwash choked into his nose and trachea, and his fingers poked at the three dejected servants and coughed violently.

Seeing that Old Barr was so coughing that his face was red and his neck was thick, the three servants quickly came up and slapped their backs smoothly. Old Barr finally recovered and jumped up and pushed the three servants away: "Why are you watching the goods come here for a while? If you lose two hundred barrels of ale, do you pay for it? Ah? Get out! Go and guard the goods for me! Get out!"

"No...no."

The three of them retreated timidly. They were all locals who knew Lao Bar's past, and the muskets in the Musket Tavern were not fake.

Although Old Barr is old, he has a clear ear and eye.

"What? What did you say? If I heard correctly, you said 'nothing', what's gone? Say it!"

"The wine...is gone."

Old Barr's expression seemed to hear a joke: "Ha, the wine is gone? Are you saying that my two hundred barrels of ale is gone? You three stinky dog ​​shit came early in the morning and told me that my wine is gone? Do you want to make me laugh?"

"Really, Boss Barr, when the three of us woke up, the yard was clean and there was nothing!"

Old Barr suddenly became gloomy: "You three stinky dog ​​shit dare to lie to me, I swear I will kill you! I will! Tell me, swear in the name of your mother and children, tell me, my two hundred barrels of ale are really gone? Just like the air, it's like a fart, it's gone?"

The three of them were forced to retreat by Old Barr's gloomy gaze, as if they were about to kill, and nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Oh! I swear I'll stuff your three stinky dog ​​shit's heads into the cesspool! Oh! Damn it! Are you damn stupid pigs in your brains filled with feces?"

Old Barr kicked one by one, and three servants crawled all over the floor.

"Oh! How is this possible? Tell me damn when did you find out that the ale was gone?"

"Morning."

"When is the morning! Stupid pig!"

“Just just now.”

"What? Just now? Are you corpses? Why don't someone steal my wine stop them! Or warn me, ah? I hire you three to keep the goods, you three damn stupid pigs, waste, and slag!"

"No...no, we don't know when we lost it, we woke up in the morning and had nothing...well yes."

"Sleep?" Old Barr found out that something was wrong. He arranged three people just to guard the shift. If it weren't for this, he would have to hire one person. These three young men are natives from Winchester. Old Barr knew them well. How could they go to bed even though they knew that the responsibility was heavy?

"Didn't I arrange for you to rotate on duty? Why are you all asleep?"

The three of them immediately started to yell, telling the story of Bai Yang's drinking last night, and adding oil and vinegar to weave some extra stains on Bai Yang.

When Lao Bar heard that it was related to Bai Yang, his mood that had sunk to the bottom of the valley immediately stabilized. He had speculation that the ale might not have been lost.

How could two hundred barrels of ale be gone silently on his territory? But this bizarre thing really happened! Bai Yang, the partner, interfered with it, this mysterious man who held the secret of transportation of the Oriental merchants! This matter may not be that bad.

Waving his hand, he asked the three hired workers to leave, he ran back to the tavern and ran up the second floor, and came to Bai Yang's guest room door. Old Barr saw the pages nailed to the door at a glance. He took them down and immediately felt relieved. After reading the words on the paper, Old Barr was both happy and depressed.

"Two hundred barrels of ale are already on the way. Last night I got drunk with the checkpoint you arranged, and found an unrelated person to transfer the goods and arrange for transportation. I know that you will not give up, but the merchants of the East have secrets of the East and cannot be revealed. If you see this note, it means I am still sleeping. Please tell the kitchen to cut bread slices, fry bacon, prepare goat milk, and I will eat it when I wake up."

Putting down the note, Old Barr went downstairs thoughtfully with his hands behind his back.

What a shrewd and courageous guy. How did he send the goods away? Alas... It's a pity. If I, Old Barr, knew this secret, I would become the number one merchant in the kingdom and replace the fat pig next to the king and become the Minister of Finance of Kandulas! Humph, that's so glorious! Alas... It's a pity...

When he arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the tavern, he sat on the bar. Old Barr breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the note from beginning to end, then folded it and saved it. He brought bread and milk from the kitchen, and Old Barr started to eat it. As he ate, he heard the sound of swallowing saliva. He turned his head and saw three hangover servants standing behind him with their heads hanging down, like three big fools.

Old Barr rolled his eyes and threw the bread down.

He took out three silver coins and threw them: "Get out, next time I'll be so careless, you should never appear in front of me, Lao Bar."

The three servants bowed and bowed and whispered to each other. They were not fools. The three of them guessed that the goods were not lost. They were all circulating on the streets. The big merchant named Bai Yang was a mysterious magician who sold magic cloth. He must have drunk us and moved the barrel with magic!

Aiden glanced at the three local farmers who were muttering, and pushed open the door and entered the tavern.

Some bad news came from the Brotherhood. Aiden planned to leave today and rush back to Choi Shilam as soon as possible. A beautiful face of Yichen and Yixi slid across his mind, and Aiden's heart twitched.

‘Edlia, my dear love, please forgive me for leaving. I am not only your lover, but also a son.’

At the bar, Aiden hurriedly saw the generous bar owner Barr who had breakfast.

"Good morning Mr. Barr, I've disturbed your meal."

"Oh, it's Mr. Aiden, good morning! Should I have a serving of the freshly baked bread?"

"Thank you, no need. I received some bad news and I'm going to rush back to Choi Shilam."

Barr's face tightened: "This is the case!"
Chapter completed!