183 Tavern in the Village (1/2)
”Shopkeeper.”
A tavern that was provided for traveling merchants to rest their feet was built on a wide and remote government-made road. It received a batch of rich customers on that day. Thirteen martial artists in neat clothing got down from their horses and handed the reins to a waiter with nimble hands. Once they requested that the waiter fed their horses high-grade hay, they entered a simple room one after another and sat down.
”Three pounds of stuffed buns, two pounds of beef, and two pots of Huadiao wine, do be quick.”
”Alright!”
Having customers meant earning money. The shopkeeper beamed with joy. He personally brought out a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of the guests before he repeated the customers' order. He told the waiter to get the orders ready in haste.
The food and wine were quickly brought to the table.
The people did not hold themselves back. They ate with gusto and finished up the white and steaming stuffed buns along with the fragrant and tender beef. Once they were done, they did not forget to burp.
”The taste of the food in the game is really good.” Once they finished eating, the people were not in a hurry to leave. They picked their teeth in great comfort while chatting around the table. ”It's a pity that the food here won't fill our stomachs in the real world, or else I'd be willing to spend my entire day here and go nowhere else.”
”True, with this level of consumption, no matter where we go, we can eat and drink to our hearts' fill just by going out and robbing someone. By the way…”
One person suddenly turned his head to another table to look at a man with a bold and outstanding presence. He seemed to be someone who was the leader of a region.
This speaker had a grin on his face when he asked, ”Boss, what should we do with the loot we stole just now? Will it be enough for several tens of thousands of taels of silver crumbs to each person?”
The leader had tanned skin, and he looked like an iron tower. When he heard the other speak, his eyebrows twitched, and he stopped tearing at a piece of beef. He cast the person who spoke a cold glance.
”Tens of thousands of taels of silver crumbs? You actually think that the stuff from Far Might Bodyguard Agency would be worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver crumbs? Bah! It'll be good if we can get ten thousand taels of silver crumbs each.”As he spoke, clinking sounds were heard. It was the sound of a money bag being thrown on the table.
”Each of you gets five thousand taels of silver crumbs. Even if there's extra, it's not yours.”
Once he finished saying those words coldly, the group pulled open the money bag in a flurry of motion and divided the money like savage tigers and wolves.
While they held the gold and silver ingots, they were not quite satisfied just yet.
”Boss, we've been waiting for two days and one night for this loot, but we only earned this much?”
”When you add all of this together, it's only around 300 RMB. It's a little low.”
”Cut the bull crap.” The tanned man was already in a foul mood. When he heard those words, he became even more impatient. He snorted loudly. ”I never forced all of you to steal from them. If so many of you had not come here, I would have been able to split up the profit better. If you're going to complain that there's little money, then get lost.”
The previous speaker was rendered speechless.
”Hehe, boss, I was just joking. It's just a joke,” they said, mediating the situation.
The others also laughed, not saying anything anymore. In fact, they even took the initiative to order more beef and Huadiao wine, saying that they wanted to celebrate the occasion.
The tanned man's expression was no longer as angry as before.
Once they drank three pots of wine, the group surrounded the tanned man. ”Hey, boss, who's our next target?”
”I haven't settled on one.” The tanned man paused for a while before he waved his hand in annoyance and let out a drunken belch. ”Did you actually think those bodyguard agencies will have loot every single day? Those things won't appear just because we want them to. Once they have something to protect, I'll naturally notify you.”
They instantly fell into a gloomy mood.
The tanned man was their leader. In truth, he was a friend of an internal member of Far Might Bodyguard Agency, and the two of them were a rather smart pair. Every single time there was business for the bodyguard agency, the internal member would send a messenger pigeon for his friend who was a robber. He would tell him the roads they would take and the situation of the guards so that they could get the loot.
However, there was a risk in this ”business”.
Every single time they stole from a bodyguard agency, they would have a bounty placed on their heads for an entire week, and they could not enter any cities. Also, all the martial artists could attack them. If they died, they would lose all their money.
Hence, the robbers would always choose remote government-made roads that players did not take to practice martial arts or maintain their survival by conducting ”business that cost them no money” with other players.
Even though it was rather troublesome, there were still some people who were willing to do such a thing, because they thought that it was extremely exciting. It also filled them with the feeling of the wild and untamed nature of the world of martial artists.
When they learned that there was temporarily no business for them from the tanned man, the group began planning where they should train or where they should lay in wait so that they could conduct some ”businesses” between players that would cost them no money.
While they chattered in the tavern, the tanned man's ears suddenly twitched, and he swiftly stood up from his seat. He raised his hand and interrupted his group of lackeys who were making a ruckus.