The tavern owner was angry and wanted to catch the cunning little man and teach him a lesson so that he could understand what it means to not talk casually. However, after seeing the hero Levitra suddenly appear in front of him, he immediately licked his face and forced a smile: "Sir."

"What happened? Why would you personally participate in such a farce, boss?"

Levitra deliberately made doubts and slightly dissatisfied, because he knew that with his heroic identity, the other party would definitely be very cautious and would be easier to solve this problem.

When Levitra talked about this, the tavern owner obviously showed anger on his face, but in front of Levitra, he suppressed himself: "Sir, this little foreign man actually said that our beer was not as good as slurry, so he didn't plan to pay, which was too much!"

"Oh, that's how the boss said it is true?"

Levitra turned to look at the other side, and the small black-haired man standing on the back of the pillar, but Levitra couldn't accurately determine the other person's gender for a while.

The other party looked only a little over one meter tall, which was probably equivalent to the height of a five or six-year-old child. His whole body looked like a reduced version of a human.

Unlike dwarfism in real society, his body proportions are very coordinated. Some muscles appear on his arms covered by a layer of fine fuzz, and two toy-like short swords hung around his waist, but the sword body looks pure metal and should also have a certain lethality.

Hearing Levitra’s question, the little man’s eyes rolled, looking quite agile: “You may not have drunk this adult before. If you have drunk the beer here, I believe you will definitely have the same opinion as me.”

The little man's voice sounded very crisp, like a real child, but Levitra was able to tell that the other person should be a male.

The owner of the tavern immediately raised his anger again. He rolled up his sleeves and glared at the little man dressed in front of him, "You still dare to say it?"

Levitra held back his smile and grabbed the tavern owner's arm. With his current strength, even if he had only one hand, the tavern owner could not move. After all, although the other party's intelligence level was much higher than that of ordinary soldiers and villagers, he was actually just a civilian who did not even have a military class.

The tavern owner tried to struggle for a while, but he immediately found that the hero's arms were like steel railings, which were not something that his little arms and legs could not be shaken by, so he immediately relaxed, just to save the hero in front of him.

Seeing this, Levitra let go of the other party because he knew that the other party had understood what he meant.

"Okay, okay," Levitra clapped his hands gently, "Everyone has worked hard for a day, so don't get angry because of this little thing. His meal and wine money are all counted on me. At the same time, I want to invite all the warriors here to have a few drinks."

As he spoke, Levitra reached out to pop up a few silver coins. The tavern owner, who was still a little angry, took it as he took it. After all, his purpose of opening a tavern was to make money, not to fight. Since this hero pays the bill, he doesn't need to continue pursuing it, and instead makes the hero unhappy.

Although Levitra never wants to drink the beer here, for these 1st-level 2nd-level troops who are poor, beer is one of their few entertainment activities every day.

So Levice's cheerful behavior caused a burst of cheers in the tavern, but soon their volume fell down, because it was not the first time they had seen Levice. They all knew that this hero liked quietness, so even if it was just to have free drinks next time, they would not offend each other easily.

Levitra gently pulled the wooden table twice: "Do you want to come and sit?"

The small halfling blinked, then suddenly grinned: "Haha, I like you, generous hero, I am Al, a halflinger from Mutter."

Seeing that the other party was quite flexible and jumped to the chair that was obviously larger and higher for the other party, and then sat down uncomfortable, Levice also smiled: "I am Levice, the God-Choose Hero, and I am currently living in Oak Village for the time being."

Levitra waved his hand and snapped his fingers at the waiter in the tavern: "It's the same, but I'll have two drinks this time."

"Two cups?"

The halflinger Al immediately waved his hand, "Sir Hero, although I am grateful for your generosity, I'll forget it. Although I have left my hometown, I am a famous cooking master in my hometown. I really don't want to endure the bad beer here anymore."

"Oh, no, don't rush to refuse, this time it's not beer."

Levitra smiled and shook his head, then quietly approached the other party, "Al, actually, I think the beer here is not as good as slurry."

Judging from the opponent's intelligence level, he is at least an elite army, otherwise he would not be like a real person at all. Levitra feels that the opponent seems to be much smarter than the warrior Davi, and the warrior Davi is an elite army of the best.

Halfling Ranger Al immediately widened his eyes, but before he could laugh out loud, Levi was already raising a finger on his lips, indicating that the other party should keep a low profile.

Halfling Ranger Al immediately covered his mouth, but his face turned red.

The waiter soon came to Levith again and also gave two glasses of clear liquid with a slightly green color. This was the most alcohol that Levith drank, because in reality, he was seriously allergic to alcohol and could not even use the slightest amount of alcoholic water, but he could enjoy it a little in the game.

Levitra picked up the wine glass, signaled to the other party, and then took a sip, and the aroma of the fruit wood immediately filled his mouth.

The Halfling Ranger hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the wine glass in front of him, not only because the wine in front of him looked very different from the beer he had drunk before, but also because he believed that as the hero in front of him, he should not have the expression of enjoyment when drinking a glass of beer.

After taking a sip of wine, the halfling Ranger's eyes immediately stood up. He jumped down from the chair and shouted to the owner of the tavern: "Sorry, boss, I blamed you just now. You are not all garbage here. This kind of fruit wine is really good. I don't know what its name is?"

The tavern owner snorted and said proudly: "This is the specialty oak wine in our village. And the glass you drink is a top-notch reserved for Lord Hero. Usually it is transported to other dukes' territories for sale. If Lord Hero didn't invite you to drink, a guy like you who has to pay for even a glass of beer would never be able to afford it, right?"

Although the other party's tone was very rude, when it came to food and drink, the Halfling Ranger still looked eager: "Oh, how much does it cost?"

"12 silver coins per cup!"

The tavern owner shouted out with great might. In fact, he was also a little nervous when he bought this kind of wine, because the only one in the village who could afford this kind of wine was probably the only one in Captain Kam besides the Saint?

Fortunately, the hero appeared later, so his investment was not wasted, and the other party's consumption alone was enough to match dozens of poor soldiers.

Not to mention that he also has a bunch of subordinates living in a tavern. Recently, at least one-half of the sales of his tavern were contributed by the other party, so he was so polite to the other party, but not just because of the other party’s heroic identity!
Chapter completed!