owlsbooks Chapter 228 Wine
Chapter 228 Wine
"Make up your own mind... don't let the last stronghold of the Dark Council disappear in Area A. But you have to tell me the truth, what's going on? I don't believe you will care about that Silver Knight!" Miriken Said coldly.
Bell patted Miriken on the shoulder. The man in front of him was also killed from the mountain of corpses and blood. Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he nodded and said: "Actually, this is only one reason, and another reason is the appointment of the court." Keep an eye on this place, it is said that someone here summoned a devil to participate in the assassination of the Duke of Wimbledon, and the flames of war will soon ignite here again. This is the news I just received."
Miriken's eyes widened, and the murderous aura began to surge out from his body. He gritted his teeth and said, "The group of beasts still dare to come? Good... good... I will kill them all this time!"
"So I plan to use an excuse to let the guests and companions here leave first, and then completely deal with these Templars who are running dogs of the Holy See." Bell said slowly.
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On the other side, Lancelot pushed open the door and entered the hotel. The waxed wooden floor was under his feet, and his leather shoes creaked harshly when he stepped on it.
There is a small bar on the first floor, and there are scattered residents sitting here and there. When they saw Lancelow, they turned their heads and didn't dare to look at him.From the appearance, such people are common people, and there is no smell of blood on their bodies.
Lancelot sat directly in front of the bar, glanced at the wine cabinet, and said in surprise, "Romanticoni? Get me a bottle."
Romanticone is the top wine estate in France. The output of the winery is extremely low. On average, about 10000 grapes are planted per hectare, and the annual output is controlled at 2500 liters. Almost every 30 grapes can produce a bottle of wine on average. There are about 600 bottles, each of which is more expensive than an equivalent diamond.
Before the doomsday, this kind of wine was considered a luxury item, but in today's Sanctuary City, it might be considered a sky-high priced antique.
The bartender was a fat and ugly woman. She slapped the table and said mockingly, "This is a bottle of top-quality Romanticone that is over 530 years old, and the price is as high as 30 gold coins. Boy, don't put garlic here."
"The price of 30 gold coins, um, is very reasonable." Lancelot said casually, took out a small bag of amethyst coins from his body, grabbed about thirty of them and put them on the table.
The price of amethyst coins is expensive, 30 pieces are far more than [-] gold coins, and they are shining with an attractive purple halo color under the light.
The fat woman almost bit her tongue off, picked up an amethyst coin suspiciously, muttered, turned her hands upside down, then pushed it back to Lancelot, saying: "There is no problem with the amethyst coin." , but we don’t have an exchange place here, only gold coins and valuables are accepted here.”
This sounds deceptive. Lancelot's amethyst coin contains high-purity magic power, and coupled with the credit rating of the Miranda Chamber of Commerce, it can even be used as a high-level magic core in some places.
Lancelow didn't care either, and took out a black cotton bag from his arms, and poured it on the bar. A dozen or so sparkling magic cores attracted everyone's attention.
"This one is worth 35 gold coins, is it enough to pay for the wine?" Lancelow picked out the smallest pink high-level magic core and handed it over, and then reinstalled the remaining magic cores.
The greedy eyes of the guests chased after the black cotton bag, until they swept across the sharp knight sword, they reluctantly turned their heads away.
The fat woman's breathing was short for an instant, and she wanted to take it but dared not reach out. She knew very well in her heart that the Romantic Connie on the wine cabinet was the boss's darling, and it couldn't be measured by money.
"Fat girl, give the wine to the guests." Bell Pan came down from the stairs, sat next to Lancelow, and then returned the magic core to Lancelot, smiling: "I've bought this drink."
"Prodigal!" The fat woman put the red wine heavily in front of Bell angrily, and left with a rag.
Bell said with a smile: "Fat girl is spoiled by me, don't mind." After finishing speaking, he pressed lightly on the bottle with his right hand, pushing the cork out forcefully with a force as weak as the wind.
boom!The rich aroma of wine immediately spread, and the guests present felt as if they were in a sea of flowers. They couldn't help but twitched their noses, and their saliva almost flowed down.
In the crystal clear goblet, the dark red wine was like fresh blood.
Lancelot raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to close down?"
"How do you tell?" Bell smiled, picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it down in one gulp, then smacked his lips.
"No one would be so generous with a bottle of 30 gold coins of Romanticoni." Lancelot said with a slight smile.He was not polite either, and picked up the red wine in front of him.
The fragrance of roses that were about to wither exploded in the mouth instantly, followed the throat into the stomach, and then the warm fragrance began to flow along the whole body.
"It is worthy of being called the jewel left by the gods when they returned to heaven. It's really good." Lancelot praised. There are almost no Romanticoni in this year in the world, even with the influence of the Holy See or the royal family. There is no way to find financial resources.
"I got it from excavating the ruins. Five silver knights died. Good wine matches heroes. It's been a long time since I met a young man as outstanding as you. The Holy See is destined not to destroy our Dark Council." Bell sighed and gave Lan Sloe refilled his glass.
Lancelot picked up the wine glass, shook it slightly clockwise, and said casually: "A well-equipped Templar cavalry with a population of more than two thousand is approaching. What are you going to do?"
"Of course I ran for my life. Two thousand cavalry charged, and I'm not a god." Bell laughed loudly and said, "I will close this stronghold tomorrow and prepare to wander the world."
Many people surrounded the bar unknowingly. Hearing Bell's words, the atmosphere exploded in an instant.
"Boss, are you really going to close the hotel?"
"Boss, you can't do this! My enemy said that as long as I go out, I must be hacked to death. You are killing me!"
"30 years, Bell! You are one of the members of the Dark Council, you can't leave us alone!"
"That's right, that's right! You must give us an explanation!"...
All of a sudden, the crowd was excited and aggressive, saying anything, and it became more and more ugly.
Bell smiled bitterly: "Everyone understands, it seems that I am the person in charge of this dark council stronghold."
As soon as these words were uttered, many voices of protest were attracted, indicating that this stronghold was not owned by Bell alone, but by many poor people who were persecuted by the Holy See in the Dark Council.