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Pubs are much livelier than other places. Especially this pub in the old town called 'The Pig and the Whistle'. Stephen hesitantly followed Harv's footsteps and walked into the pub. He could smell it even while standing at the door.

You can feel the intoxicating smell. The wine has completely penetrated into the wood. In addition, the tavern is also filled with the roar of the dwarves. Once the sun sets in the dwarf area, which is only separated from the old city by a river, people are addicted to drinking.

The dwarves who are dying will flock here like bees returning to their hive.

Stephen and Harv walked in at the same time, and what they saw in front of them was much worse than the former had imagined. Empty wine glasses that had been drunk down to every drop, swaying log stools, and dwarfs who collapsed on the ground could be seen everywhere.

.Stephen couldn't help but wonder, how did the owner of this tavern tolerate these troublemakers?

"Come in, Stephen, or you have to buy me a drink." Harv walked in front, and he seemed very excited to be here.

Stephen felt a little unwell. It had been three months since he came to Stormwind City, but this was the first time he came to the tavern in the Old City. "We should go back to the resting place." He bumped into a swaying dwarf with a red face.

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The other party stretched out a hand towards him, "Come, have a drink with me, little girl!"

Stephen dodged easily. The dwarf hit the chair, fell to the ground, and fell asleep.

"This is the most suitable place to rest. Otherwise, why would all these dwarves who have been busy all day come here?" Harv came to the bar and randomly found a seat to sit down.

"The rest I'm talking about is a place to sleep." Stephen looked at his friend helplessly.

"Night is not just for sleeping, young man. My wine is very famous throughout Stormwind City." The speaker was a middle-aged gray-haired man. It seemed that he was the owner of this tavern.

"This is Rhys Langston, the hotel owner."

'Well, he is indeed familiar with this place.'

Stephen nodded politely and smiled at Reese.

"foreigner?"

"Yes," he replied, "but I've been here three months."

"But you must not be familiar with this place." Reese started chatting with Stephen unconsciously. "Old City, this is the most unique place in Stormwind City, even more special than the Mage District."

"It's very noisy." Stephen glanced at the dwarves who were guessing.

"Which pub is not like this?" Reese wiped a wine glass several times. Stephen felt that he just wanted to talk to himself and them. "This is a paradise for thieves and gangsters, understand?"

Stephen subconsciously touched his clothes to make sure the money bag was still there. He thought what Reese said was just a joke, but the tavern owner looked at him so seriously.

"It sounds like it's dangerous here."

"In addition to the above two kinds of people, this is also a paradise for talented people and strangers. Whether you are here for fame or profit, there is no better place than here."

"Reese, give me... a full plate, I want strong liquor!"

The tavern owner immediately complied and put the copper coins left on the bar into his pocket.

"Sorry, the business is a bit busy." Reese smiled awkwardly, and then continued: "But you have to be careful in the old city, otherwise your wallet will be slipped and your throat will be cut as soon as you enter here. Wang Fa is not sure here.

It works."

Reese finally left Stephen with a smile worth pondering. Another group of guests came, and he had to receive them.

"Is this a warning?" Stephen looked at Harv. The other person just shrugged.

The doubts were quickly dissipated by the smell of dwarf spirits and Dalaran grape wine. Gradually, Stephen felt that his consciousness began to blur. He was really not good at drinking. But he spent more time in the tavern than others.

To be long. The atmosphere here is getting quieter and quieter...

"Give him a strong drink."

He heard someone say this next to him. There was no doubt that "he" was him. But the voice that wanted to invite him to drink did not come from Harv. Stephen opened his hazy eyes slightly and saw that his friend was already asleep.

Like a dead pig.

"Thank you, friend. But I may only be able to drink juice now."

"Sometimes, alcohol can help you wake up and help you stay calm."

Stephen laughed out of drunkenness. He looked at the person who was talking to him. Although his vision was a little shaky, he could still clearly see the other person's deep brown eyes, which were the same color as his hair. From the first glance,

Stephen felt that this man was not simple. This reminded him of what Rhys Langston said - be careful in the old city, otherwise your wallet will be slipped and your throat will be cut. He has already seen the man's

He carries two sharp daggers at his waist.

The wine had been placed in front of Stephen. It was a strong beer that he was not used to drinking.

"Thank you, friend. But why did you buy me this drink?" Stephen took a sip. He did not intend to continue drinking. This small sip was just to live up to the other party's kindness.

The man was holding the same wine as him, "Stephen Marris, the confectioner Jonathan Marris's brother, Nathanos Marris' brother. You joined Ms. Jaina's expeditionary force.

The first humans to go to Kalimdor."

Stephen became alert, and the paralysis effect of alcohol had faded a lot.

"How do you know so much about me?"

"I don't know much about you, but I know your cousin and you have a good relationship with him."

"Do you know Nathanos?" Cold sweat broke out on Stephen's back.

"It's just a one-time relationship." The man stuffed half a glass of wine down his throat and wiped the corners of his beard. "I have investigated him and you."

Stephen was completely confused. Before he understood the other party's purpose, he told himself not to panic. "You are investigating me and my cousin? Then why did you tell me?"

"Because we need to talk, and you have to talk to me."

"I'm afraid I can't do what you want." Stephen sneered, "This glass of wine is not worth spending hours chatting with you." He was surprised because the glass was already empty, and the other party just said a few words.

Let him drink up the strong drink without realizing it. More importantly, he sobered up!

"Then let's have a few more drinks, but we'd better change places. I have a lot of fine wines in my collection, which will definitely make you drunk."

This man's eyes were full of warning, as if he was saying: If you don't go with me, you will definitely get blood splattered on the spot.

"who are you?"
Chapter completed!