C3 Life in a Bistro(1)

The west side of the sky was scorched red by the sun's heat, as if a giant fireball would shoot out from it in the blink of an eye. Ma Mingyun loved this time of day the most, because every time the sun went down, the tavern's business would officially start running.

The tavern had been open since the sun rose, but those who did have business had to wait until sunset, when the warriors, after a day of practice, came back to the tavern for a cup of deer blood to warm them up and a prostitute to relax their nerves.

During the day, besides practicing his sword arts, Ma Mingyun would often hide in his small dark room and read all kinds of books. These books were all brought over by him from Master Nicolay's place.

His Excellency Nicolay had once said that, in addition to a group of simple-minded and well-developed warriors, there was also a group of ministers who could provide advice to the empire. Although their military prowess was inferior to those warriors, their intelligence was still a multiple of that of the combined forces.

Due to the importance the Empire placed on warriors, many people believed that as long as they practiced the sword in their hands, they would be able to defend their country. Thus, they neglected the most important thing – their intelligence.

This was also what Ma Mingyun admired about His Excellency Nicolay. Although his swordsmanship was only at the third rank and was considered mediocre among the noble knights, his intellect was incomparable.

Ma Mingyun had piled himself up in those books every day so that he could one day catch up with His Excellency Nicolas. Even if he could not catch up with Master Nicolay, he had to at least know the origins of the Naga Empire. There had once been a group of mages in the Empire, and there were also many countries of the same size as the Empire …

Ma Mingyun closed the book in his hands, changed into his clothes that seemed to have fewer holes, and walked out of the bedroom.

At this time, the tavern already had a few guests. Ma Mingyun saw Anthony wearing a gorgeous blue animal skin coat to greet the guests. In comparison, Ma Mingyun looked much more tattered. Whether in terms of appearance or attire, he believed he was no match for Anthony.

However, this didn't mean that none of the customers liked Ma Mingyun. In comparison, the regular customers of the tavern liked Ma Mingyun a little more, because Ma Mingyun was a truly quick-witted person, unlike Anthony, who often sold them inferior wines at a high price. Many times, Anthony would have to find Ma Mingyun to apologize after trying on them.

Ma Mingyun first went to the kitchen and ate a simple black bread and a cup of hot tea. Then, he excitedly picked up the most expensive pot of wine in the tavern and started to entertain the customers.

"Hey, Master Louis, how was the hunt today? I heard you shot a grizzly bear back. "

"Lord Giacomo, you're finally here. I've missed your boots for a long time."

"Charlotte? How are you today? Why did he want to come to the pub to drink? Is your mother well? "

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He poured wine for them and wiped his boots to chat. Most of the time, after Ma Mingyun finished cleaning his boots, the knights would reward him with a few copper coins or gold coins. Sometimes, they even asked Ma Mingyun to accompany them for a drink.

In their eyes, Ma Mingyun was a good kid, at least among the commoners, he understood respect and etiquette the best.

One had to know that there were only two prostitutes, Sarah and Jones, in this tavern filled with male hormones. Everyone wanted to see the two of them, and sometimes there would be some knights fighting for two strong men. After all, there were too many men here, and there were only two women.

Sara was wearing a fiery red dress today, exposing her back. Her exposed calves were white and smooth, and her proud chest was tall.

When Sara first walked into the tavern, all the other men except Ma Mingyun looked at her dubiously. Although most of them were frequent customers, the number of people who actually got Sarah could be counted on one hand. Although Sara was a prostitute, she wore a sign saying that she only drank with her body.

If anyone really wanted her, it wouldn't be hard, as long as they paid a hundred gold coins. Sarah would be happy to play a friendly game with everyone in the room.