Farming in the Magical World

Chapter 596 The Red-Nosed Drunkard

A chaotic tavern, a noisy crowd!

As the night grew quieter, the mythical tale of the bearded knight finally came to an end.

As the crowd either dispersed or returned to their seats, the dilapidated hotel lobby finally quieted down.

Luke also stood up, intending to return to his room, but the ale on the table remained untouched!

Squeak... ...

Just then, the door creaked open and a man with disheveled hair and a dazed look walked in.

And that big, red nose is so eye-catching that it's impossible to look away!

"Old Henry, a glass of ale!" he called out before even getting close to the counter.

But the owner behind the counter gave the other person a somewhat disdainful look.

"Hey, you drunkard, you still haven't paid your bill for the drinks from last time!"

But in the end, he still took out a glass of ale and pushed it over, saying, "You haven't been here for a few days, have you been on the ship again?"

"Gulp... burp..."

The red-nosed drunkard didn't answer old Henry's question immediately. He grabbed a glass from the counter, tilted his head back, gulped it down, let out a long, satisfying burp, and then slammed the glass down on the counter!

"Continued Cup!"

After drinking a glass, the red-nosed man's eyes seemed to clear up a bit, and he spoke with great vigor!

"You have... ..."

Old Henry frowned and glared at the other man, about to scold him for not having enough money to drink.

Unexpectedly, the other party pulled out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and scattered them on the counter!

Since you have money, what's there to be afraid of when it comes to drinking? Drink as much as you want!

After collecting the copper coins scattered all over the counter, old Henry finally smiled. "You bastard, I should have charged you interest. Have you struck it rich?"

As they were talking, another glass of ale was handed to him!

"Heh, get rich?"

He smiled enigmatically, glanced at old Henry's stingy and miserly appearance, shook his head and muttered, "There's going to be a war. Making money is out of the question. We'll be lucky to even save our lives!"

"A life with wine is a good life, wine is so good, wine is so good... hiccup..."

Snap... ...

Old Henry slammed his hand on the counter, clearly displeased. "I gave you a drink, and you're cursing at me? You bastard, I'll kick your ass off!"

Red Nose, who had never won a fight, was stunned. He shrank back pitifully, "I didn't swear, I didn't swear! I said there's going to be a war, there's going to be a war here! I didn't swear at you..."

The once somewhat chaotic hall fell silent immediately after his shout.

Everyone turned their gaze away, and even Luke, who had just been about to get up and leave, sat down again.

The bearded knight who had been talking stood up and walked over with concern. "Red Nose, where did you hear that? This isn't the border, why are we fighting?"

"Could it be that those despicable fellows from the Holy Church are about to invade our Kingdom of Andrew again?"

"How could that be? We have our own great mage now. Would they dare to do that? Aren't they afraid that our Duke of Wells will destroy their holy city?"

"You don't know anything. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Do you think the Holy Church only has one great mage?"

"Even a few won't do. They wouldn't dare to do that. That's what the noble lord said. Could the noble lord be wrong?"

The bearded knight's question was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and chaos in the dilapidated hotel lobby, with all sorts of things being said!

Of course, if most of them were local barons, these villagers wouldn't have that perspective.

But that doesn't stop them from using these words to show off their knowledge!

"Okay, stop arguing!"

With a loud shout, the bearded knight nodded in satisfaction once everyone had quieted down.

He looked at the red-nosed drunkard again and shouted, "Tell me, what exactly happened? Where did you hear this news from?"

"I went out for a few days, didn't I... *hiccup*"

He let out a burp, took another sip of his drink, and continued, "I don't know who those people are, but they seem to be from some kind of merchant guild, their clothes..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't care what they're wearing or what they're eating!"

The bearded knight slammed his hand on the table and shouted impatiently.

"I just want to know what the news actually said? Who said there was going to be a war!"

It's no wonder he was anxious. Once war breaks out here, as a knight, he can no longer live such a leisurely life; he will have to go to the battlefield.

But going to the battlefield means death!

"Is the Holy Church really going to war with our kingdom?"

Not far away, Lucifer looked at Luke with a strange expression.

He was still young and didn't have much of a concept of kingdoms or nobles.

Even from a simple perspective, it's like two families, one of which is fighting with the other, and the other is now forced to live in the other's family. It feels strange!

"how could I know?"

Shaking his head, Luke replied dismissively!

Although this was indeed the arrangement made when Florian left his side, that he would immediately launch a campaign against the Kingdom of Andrew as soon as he returned from the capital of Andrew.

But... ...wasn't this an accident?

He had been waiting for so long without any news, he thought the plan had been canceled!

Moreover, even if it were truly a Holy Church war, it wouldn't have much to do with him.

He was a member of the Holy Guard, while the army that fought against Andrew was the Holy Knights; the two groups were not the same at all.

His concern stemmed from worry about the safety of returning to the holy city.

If a large-scale war were to occur, he would have to prepare in advance and, if possible, take a detour.

He didn't think he could cross the entire war zone unscathed by himself; he wasn't above the higher ranks.

What's more, he also has a child with him!

Fortunately, after being scolded by the bearded knight, the red-nosed drunkard was jolted awake, and even his drunkenness seemed to subside a bit. He finally spoke again!

"It is said that a few days ago, the eldest prince Ken, Ken... Ken what was it again?"

"Kenneth, Prince Kenneth!"

Seeing his confused look, the bearded knight was furious and quickly added, "Speak up, or I'll kick your ass until it's bruised and battered!"

"Oh, oh, Prince Kenneth, just a few days ago he claimed that the current king is a false king..."

He heard this news from those businessmen.

It is said that the eldest prince Kenneth openly claimed that the current king Richard was a false king and the murderer of their father, Andrew XI, and was not worthy of being Andrew XII.

He, Kenneth Andrew, is the only legitimate heir to the kingdom.

With the support of the Duke of Capet, he was crowned in Capestown and also called himself Andrew XII.

His coronation was openly supported by the Dukes of Capet and Sidney.

As if he had been prepared, he immediately formed a punitive coalition after his coronation and marched on the capital to punish the false king!

He was a drunkard, and his memories were a jumbled mess. The only thing he remembered clearly was his hometown, Westshire, and the Hills of Gragon, which was the place where the Allied forces marched and met up!

"So, there's going to be a war, huh? And right on our doorstep, making money? Making money like shit!"

Holding his wine glass, head down, ignoring everyone's reactions, the red-nosed man shook his head and muttered...

"Only with wine can life be truly wonderful... hiccup..."