Chapter 4: Night Raid

  When the waiter came back, everyone could see the extra palm prints on his face and the bloodstained corners of his mouth; however, no one dared to say anything, they all lowered their heads and ate quickly, while those who were almost finished eating chose to leave without hesitation.

  As merchants, how dare they criticize a noble gentleman?

  When the waiter came out again, the wound at the corner of his mouth had been treated. Of course, don't expect medicine and gauze - a restaurant waiter can't afford those things. It was just simply washed with water, looking not so disheveled.

  "Sir, your barbecue and wheat beer!"

  The servant brought the platter to Dean's front——more than half of the hind leg meat, neatly stacked on the platter, and the ale was full to the brim, almost overflowing; it was clear that this copper coin spent by Dean was worth every penny.

  Of course, the role of that copper coin is still being played out ——

  "Are you okay? And... regarding accommodation here, do you have any good suggestions? The clean and safe kind!"

  As a stranger, Dean expressed his concern and then, with the wine glass in hand, slowed down his speech, speaking in a Southern Three Counties accent, seemingly casual, just like those merchants who came to Horn Town from the South for the first time.

  "Of course, it's nothing - Horn Town has only one restaurant, but there are three inns. However, tonight only one will be left!" The waiter said with a shrug, obviously already used to what was happening at this moment, and didn't want to dwell on the topic, directly answering Dean's question behind him.

  "Although there are many people, for three inns, it should still be more than enough, right?"

  Dean looked around at the dinner table with feigned surprise, which wasn't particularly crowded.

  "Of course, if it weren't for the big shot upstairs who booked the entire hotel!"

  The servant replied, obviously trying to conceal his own malice, but Dean heard it loud and clear; under this malice, the servant began a long-winded answer like a vent: "He is a real big man, with two guards, from the Emerald City - to welcome a guest from afar..."

  The waiter's face turned strange at this point.

  "What's wrong?"

  Dean asked precisely.

  "That big shot's guest is really not quite decent, feels almost like a robber or bandit!" The waiter lowered his voice and said, while quietly pointing to the private room on the top right floor with a face full of disgust. "It's simply like that big shot... Fortunately, Captain Mark is a truly dutiful person!"

  Although the words were somewhat ambiguous, Dean knew what the waiter wanted to say, so he cooperated and showed a similarly disgusted expression.

  "We should congratulate ourselves on our good luck!"

  Then, having obtained sufficient information and fully confirmed, Dean raised his wine glass with the attitude of a businessman and nodded to the waiter.

  "What's it got to do with me? We're just lucky, that's all!"

  He nodded and the waiter continued to busy himself — as for the wound on his mouth? It wasn't like he had lost a hand or foot, if he wanted to get paid for that day's work, he needed to keep working.

  Dean, who seemed to be devouring his food, actually obtained the most important intelligence, and his eyes revealed a cold glint, but it was fleeting.

  The next moment, Dean shouted: "Give me two more beers!"

  "Alright, sir!"

  The waiter replied respectfully again---for that extra copper coin.

  ……

  And in exchange for two copper coins, the waiter finally carried Dean, who had passed out at the dinner table, into the only inn that still had a room available.

  "Wine, wine, give me another cup!"

  All the way, Dean's mouth was still muttering such words until the waiter threw him onto the bed, replaced by a series of loud snores.

  "I hate drunkards, they vomit on the bed and floor with those filthy things, and that smell is simply..."

  The owner of the inn continuously vented his discontent.

  "Don't worry, this gentleman may not be a big shot, but he's a nice and generous person!"

  The waiter tossed the two coppers in his hand, causing the innkeeper's discontented muttering to come to an abrupt halt; however, afterwards, the innkeeper began to grumble again: "There is only one restaurant in Hornburg, so you always run into these generous people - it's really too unfair!"

  "It's only fair, since we're taking the risk!" said the waiter, pointing to his own bruised mouth corner, then pointing at the drunk Dean, "Luckily, there are people like this gentleman - as long as the service is good, these newly arrived merchants who have just concluded a deal aren't stingy! And in Hornstown, such merchants are rare?"

  Having said that, the waiter smiled and bowed slightly, then turned around and walked away.

  The innkeeper was speechless——because, what the waiter said was absolutely right. In Horn Town, merchants from the south who had just sold a batch of goods in Emerald City and were heading north were really too common, so common that they outnumbered the locals; therefore, it wasn't difficult to make some money, and one could even live quite a wealthy life.

  Maybe I should open a restaurant too?

  However, he immediately remembered the bruise on the waiter's mouth and the incident that had just occurred but had already spread throughout the town of Hornstown, about the experience of the restaurant owner; suddenly, the hotel owner shook his head, closed the door, and blocked out the loud humming noise behind the door.

  Ah!

  Just as the door was completely closed and the footsteps outside faded away, Dean's eyes snapped open.

  ……

  The night was getting deeper, but in the tavern on the other side of Hornburg, Ruman Pola from Emerald City was raging furiously...

  "Bastard, does he take me for a fool? Some shady character dares to ask for one thousand gold pounds! Is he insulting me? Is he insulting the Pollara family?"

  The dignified old gentleman, who had just been majestic in the restaurant, cursed and shook his stout body, quickly walking two circles in the room; when he stopped again, the big man from the Emerald City had made a decision, directly raising his hand to call one of his two guards.

  "Return to the Emerald City, go to the Central Knights' Regiment and find the deputy commander there, Boko Polo - he's my nephew!" Rouman ordered, "You just mention my name, then let him bring some people here; understand? Remember, real good hands!"

  "Yes, sir!"

  The loyal guard answered respectfully and then turned around and left the room.

  As the guard left, Ruman's anger did not dissipate but instead intensified, causing him to pace around the room like a raging bull. He then grabbed a bottle of rum from the room and bit off the cork, downing it in one gulp.

  Luman needed something to quench his anger, or else he would absolutely think that he would be driven mad by rage - of course, inferior liquor was not the first choice; young women were the best option, unfortunately this was Horn Town and not in Emerald Capital; he didn't want to get into any trouble for the family here.

  After all, that Marquis of York was not someone easy to mess with. The opponent's identity as a hundred-year-old noble was undoubtedly much more noble than the Pola family.

  However, when anger and alcohol were adjusted, some wonderful scenes always emerged in his mind, especially the previous restaurant owner who was slightly elegant, making Lord Ruman Pola breathe rapidly, so that he had to use another mouthful of cold liquor to extinguish such a scorching heat - but unfortunately, this mouthful of liquor was like pouring oil on fire, completely igniting the scorching heat in his heart.

  "Knock, knock!"

  The lord shouted loudly with a rough neck, but there was no answer at all.

  "You damn bastard, where are you? Come out quickly!"

  The fancy in his mind made the lord not notice anything wrong at first, but instead scolded and grumbled because of the guard's dereliction of duty.

  It wasn't until Dein, wrapped in his cloak from head to toe, appeared before him and pressed the long sword against his neck that the lord came back to himself as if waking from a dream.

  "What are you doing? Do you know who I am?"

  Bang!

  The back of the sword interrupted the old man's speech, and the two scars on his face made him like a rooster with its neck caught in an invisible hand, unable to cry out. It was just like the restaurant owner before - as for why the sword hilt strike would leave two scars, it was because the old man's cheeks were too fat, causing both sides of the sword blade to sink in.

  But at the same time, there are some benefits to this.

  Before Dean could speak, the big shot from Emerald City obediently shut his mouth——the more dignified and noble a person is, the more they tremble with fear in the face of their own blood; although not absolute, but exceeding eighty percent, and it was clear that the Roman Pola in front of him was not one of the remaining twenty percent of hardliners, even if he was in charge of the Pola family's underground business.

  "Is Mr. Roman Pola?"

  Dene lowered his voice, making his tone gloomy.

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