A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 110 Where Did the Dog Come From?
The bright and clean pub has a Sunday feel.

The sign at the entrance of the pub that read "Today's work will be done tomorrow, so we're closed today" was turned over and became "Turn the glasses over, it's open!". Today, the pub was open during the day, which was a rare occurrence.

There were a few people from the Western Continent sitting scattered on the first floor of the tavern. They had tattoos on their arms and necks: sailor's scimitar, goblin, leopard or winged snake...all classic gangster tattoos. They looked like gangsters, but they were unusually honest here. They sat properly and didn't look like they were here to drink. They talked about private matters in low voices.

It was a hot, dry and sunny day outside, but when I walked in, I could feel the wind. The temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees suddenly. It was not as cold as in an air-conditioned room, but just enough to make people feel comfortable.

Xia Dai'er and Quinn were sitting in front of the bar, and the boss was lying on a rocking chair behind the bar, using a knight's sword that looked like a fire poker to scratch his itch.

Xia Dai'er looked at the towering wine cabinet behind the bar, her mouth slightly open.

The eldest daughter in the family is in business and knows what goods are. Even if she can't remember the brand name of the winery, she can still recognize those rare and valuable goods.

"Is that the 1420 Tribute Red Dry from Château Saint-Vivant?"

Selvi scratched his itch and turned over before nodding indifferently.

"Seems to be."

Seeing this reaction, Xia Daier concluded that it must be fake wine.

This auction-level wine, with no more than twenty bottles in existence, is not even available to the Branson family. It only appears in the wine cellars of royal families or major collectors. How could it be so casually displayed on the counter of such a tavern?

"Strange, is this the Branson girl you were trying to pick up?"

The boss asked Quinn sarcastically.

Quinn smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, the situation forced me to do so. Please forgive me."

What he meant by the situation was that he used a fake name to deceive people that night.

Xia Dai'er, who was standing by, blushed.

Does everyone around Quinn know that he likes me? !

As soon as she heard it, she knew everything. She immediately thought of the blessings from relatives and friends, the wedding guests, whether it would be a son or a daughter, and whether they would grow old together. The Shrimp Head Woman's imagination could only make such a leap at this level.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at the man next to her, only to find that Quinn looked a little uncomfortable, as if he wanted to say something but wasn't in a position to do so.

Xia Daier understood immediately.

Miss Pepe said he would come to work once a week.

Thinking of the scene where he was about to chase someone for ten gold pounds, Xia Daier became more and more convinced that Quinn's life was very difficult.

Isn't his father Grindelwald's headmaster? Is this what they call raising a poor family to cultivate character?
Xia Dai'er looked at the fierce-looking drinkers who secretly glanced at her but did not dare to talk to her, and wondered what kind of horrible working environment this was.

He told himself he was "learning to make cocktails" because he must have been embarrassed to say he had a part-time job in the afternoon. After all, it would be embarrassing for a teacher like Grindelwald to be known to be doing odd jobs in a place like this.
Xia Dai'er didn't think it was a big deal. Earning money with her own hands was much better than those uneducated young men who only knew how to squander money in the theater.

Quinn's expression was a little conflicted.

He was thinking whether he could let Xia Dai'er stay upstairs, preferably for a while, and wait until the boss finished teaching him the lesson before taking the girl for a walk in the city as a reward for her cooperation in the deception.

"Hello sir, I am the client brought by Quinn-"

Xia Daier suddenly said to the boss.

"Oh." The boss pulled out the fire poker from behind and picked up the glass under the table. The cup drew a parabola and landed steadily in front of Xia Daier.

"Pour yourself what you want to drink. Barley tea is 2pence, juice is 5pence, and as for wine..." the shopkeeper glanced at the delicate-skinned girl and said, "We don't sell it to minors."

Quinn was amused and quite law-abiding.

"I'm an adult!"

Xia Daier said angrily: "I can already drink!"

The civil code of Eswell was essentially the same as that of the neighboring Kingdom of Roan, meaning that people were considered adults at sixteen. Furthermore, the definition of adulthood in Tamilan was far less stringent than on Earth; as long as the year matched, it was considered adult, regardless of the date of birth.

"Really?" The boss shook his head. It was really hard to persuade that damn guy with kind words.

The last child brought by the black-haired man, who claimed to be of age and able to drink, was already working at Grindelwald.

"Beer is eight pence a glass, and you can get unlimited refills for twenty pence. Whisky is a silver coin a bottle, and we also have fruit wine and vodka. We don't sell special blends right now, I'm too lazy to make them. If you want a drink, just put the money in and go get it yourself—"

Service aside, it's quite cheap. The price of a drink is in line with most pubs in West Wales, and much cheaper than those in East Wales where a beer starts at 30 pence.

Xia Dai'er didn't rush to buy it, but asked directly:
"I'm a guest brought by Quinn. If I buy wine from you, Quinn should get a commission, right?"

The boss perked up and looked at the two of them with interest.

"You may have."

"Then I want two thousand glasses of juice."

"?"

The boss was happy when he saw the ten gold pounds she pushed over.

"That only buys a thousand cups."

"Why?" Xia Dai'er was good at math. "Isn't juice five pence a glass?"

"Because half of it is a tip for Quinn, the price is increased."

Xia Dai'er had no choice but to nod reluctantly, feeling the frustration of a rich woman trying to improve the sales of her beloved gigolo at a gigolo parlor but failing to do so.

But strangely, the boss gave her another five gold pounds.

Xia Dai'er: "Why did you give me another 5 gold pounds?"

Boss: “Because the juice is sold out.”

Quinn held his forehead, unwilling to look any further.

Xia Daier gritted her teeth, opened her wallet and poured out all the gold pounds inside.

Ping-pang sound, golden light glitters.

"I, I want that bottle of wine!" She pointed at the red wine on the wine cabinet covered with the sealing wax of Saint-Vivant Winery and the words "1420", with a determination to go all out.

"Hey hey." Quinn finally couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "That's not necessary. I don't need your commission. Boss, stop teasing her and return the five gold pounds to her."

Xia Dai'er thought Quinn was just trying to save face, but she also enjoyed the feeling of him holding her wrist, so she pretended to be tough and said, "I want to drink, it's none of your business."

The boss was really happy. He stood up and took the red wine from the wine cabinet while laughing.

"You don't have enough money to buy this bottle of wine, but I'll give you a little to drink for five pounds."

As he spoke, he picked up a fire poker and scratched the wine bottle. Although it was a blunt sword covered with dirt and without any edge, it cut the bottle into an extremely smooth cross-section.

He shook it, just to sober up, and poured some into Xia Daier's glass - about two sips.

"This wine is only about 10% alcohol, so you can drink it like water. But it's been sitting for too long and has a sour aftertaste. It's not suitable for a young lady like you. Try it."

After saying that, he blew into the bottle mouth and drank it as if it were water, which was extremely indecent.

Having just said, "I want to drink it myself," Xia Dai'er naturally had to pretend. Thinking it was only about ten degrees, it shouldn't be a big deal. She followed the etiquette teacher's instructions, picked up the wine glass, and took an elegant sip. Immediately, the girl's eyes widened slightly.

Technically, this was her first time drinking, but the slightly sweet liquid in her mouth struck even her, someone with no prior experience in wine tasting, as superior. It had a rich, sour-sweet flavor, a delicate, mellow aroma, and a delicate, velvety texture. Delicious fake wine!

Subconsciously, she finished the wine in the glass. When she put down the glass, she felt very generous and looked at Quinn smugly, as if to say, "I'm not a child."

After drinking it, my face feels a little hot.
The boss raised his brows in vain.

"Did the little girl bring any guards with her when she went out?"

"No, I came out alone." Xia Dai'er's mind was still clear at this time, but her voice was a little excited: "And don't call me little girl, my name is Xia Dai'er!"

The boss nodded indifferently.

"I'm not good at remembering names." He threw the fire poker aside, left the bar and walked towards the back door.

"Where are you going, boss?"

"There's a beast peeing at the door. It's a bitch. I don't care about it, but it keeps getting worse."

Quinn wanted to follow and see, but Xia Daier suddenly grabbed him and started stuffing money into his pockets. Before he knew it, the boss had already left.

The moment the fat old man in flip-flops stepped out of the tavern, the world within a hundred meters of the Dema Tavern became a little darker.

The light still exists, but the sunlight is no longer dazzling. The light falling from the celestial body in the distant sky seems to be filtered by something, leaving only pure light without any "sun" attributes.

The boss took a step forward and immediately appeared in the woods fifty meters away, grabbing a dog hiding behind a tree by its tail.

Hakimi shuddered with fear.

A dog's sense of smell far surpasses that of humans, and so does their intuition.

It could sense that there was a man with a severed arm on the second floor of the tavern. His abilities were unknown, but he exuded a terrifying aura of blood and corpses. Hakimi, feeling as if he had seen hell, didn't dare to act rashly. After much hesitation, he decided to urinate, leaving a mark, and then hurried back to bring Elon.

Because Xia Dai'er was inside and there was a smell of alcohol. If Quinn planned to do something to her, Hakimi would be in vain even if he went in.

That aura was too terrifying.

Even Grindelwald's dean, Hermo, who had experienced the War of Demons, had never smelled this scent on him.

Only a madman who uses the death forging technique can be infected with this kind of indelible evil spirit. He is a top master!
But where did the old man who suddenly grabbed it come from?
Hakimi had no idea when he approached behind him, and he didn't even smell the presence of such a person in the pub.

Like a ghost.

Hakimi's hair stood on end, and he opened his mouth and bit, his speed was many times faster than when he bit Jack. His posture was like a knight swinging a sword, swift and sharp.

But the boss just raised his hand and slapped him.

Hakimi was knocked unconscious before he could even take a bite.

Then, the boss held the dog's tail in one hand and its neck in the other and began to wipe the dog urine off the tree roots with its fur.

"Damn, this smell is so pungent! My mom has been caring for these trees for over a decade to get them to this state. Can you just pull them out like that?"

He used the dog as a rag, wiping it up and down, not forgetting to turn it over.

The most infuriating episode for dog lovers.

Hakimi's tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he was completely unconscious.

The boss controlled the strength very well, and although I was confused, it didn't hurt my brain and I didn't even lose a tooth.

After wiping the urine clean, he picked up the dog's tail and walked towards the tavern, much slower than before, as if he had turned back into the leisurely old man.

After taking only two steps, he turned back unhappily and looked in the direction of the mountain top.

He pinched his nose, picked up the dog and disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, on Cloud Avenue, a carriage with the Branson family crest printed on it gilded with gold, sped out of the Parliament Building. Two race-grade purebred Gallic horses were being whipped continuously by Catherine. The carriage rushed down the mountainside, and Elon kept urging them on from behind.

"Hurry up, Dai'er is in danger!"

Elon gritted his teeth, unable to understand where this extraordinary expert from Ashwell came from.

Any transcendent who ascends the mountain will be detected by the academy's protective magic circle. Once they reach the third tier, Sequence 5 and above, they will be directly rejected by the magic circle and unable to enter.

This magic circle not only protected the safety of the students, but also kept Eswell peaceful for a thousand years, with almost no particularly serious supernatural cases occurring.

Elon originally thought that with Quinn around, he shouldn't have to worry about his sister's safety.

Hakimi was actually sent out to monitor Quinn to prevent him from losing his beastly nature and doing anything to his sister.

If Xia Dai'er were truly in danger, Hakimi would have prevented her from being kidnapped the same way she was that day. An ordinary Sequence 8 or 9 was no match for it. Even if it encountered a Sequence 7 or even the city's top Sequence 6, it could hold its own for a while.

Elon clenched his fists.

Could it be that Quinn is really in cahoots with the robbers?

Suddenly, an old man reeking of alcohol appeared in the carriage.

He threw the dog at Elon without any hesitation.

"Your contracted beast?"

Hakimi was really smelly at this time. Elon's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he clenched his right hand and slashed down at his boss!

Wow.

The force was so great that the sound of breaking wind was heard when he slashed with one hand, but it was like he was grabbing a non-existent weapon and slashing at people, and he didn't hit anything.

The boss sneered.

"Extraordinary power built on money and resources is just quantity without substance. You can't even draw your sword in front of me. If you go any further, you won't be able to resist losing control."

Elon looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in disbelief.

He wore a vest, had a beer belly, and had a Mediterranean bald head. Although his clothes were clean, he had an indescribable slovenliness about him, just like those old drunkards in Sewell who drank without caring about the next meal.

Except for his eyes.

Elon looked into those eyes, as if he was staring into the abyss, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance. His hands trembled involuntarily, but he felt no fear in his heart.
The mind is not afraid, but the extraordinary characteristics in the body are silently afraid.

Catherine, who was driving the carriage, was an extremely sharp archer, but she was completely unaware of what was happening in the carriage. She continued to wave her whip and drove anxiously down the mountain.

"So, Branson, this dog is your sister's bodyguard?"

Seeing that the old man had no intention of taking action, Elon quickly lowered his head.

"Yes. I'm extremely sorry for offending you, Senior."

The boss was lost in thought, gazing out the window at the scenery. After a while, he finally asked:
"It's been a while since I last went out for a walk. How's your dad's health?"

(End of this chapter)