(112 and 113 have been modified, sorry!)

Pushing open the folding door of the tavern, Horay and Catherine walked in. The narwhal tavern was not big, with only seven or eight tables in total, with only two of them sitting next to them, and the rest were empty, and it seemed that the business was not very good.

The light in the tavern is more than Horay imagined. Although the sunshine outside is just a magical effect at this moment, it is not surprising that people living here use it as their basis for daily life. Horay believes that in the future, the entire town will usher in a starry night, or the business of this tavern will be better by then.

Horay and Catherine picked a table near the window, sat down and looked at the layout in the tavern. The tables, chairs and floors looked a little old, but they were quite clean. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of dust penetrated into their nostrils, causing Catherine to sneeze at all.

Two people sat next to a table near the bar opposite. One of them put their feet on the stool next to them, and the other supported their elbows on the table. Each of them held a few cards in their hands, playing poker all the time, and on the other one that was closest to the table was a drunk lying on the innermost table. He was still sleeping in the tavern during broad daylight, so he was naturally a drunk.

Among the two playing cards, a middle-aged fat man who had turned his back to Huole and the others turned around and looked at Huole and the others. Opposite him was a guy with a strange top hat, with his long hair seemingly not washed for some time, and he drooped from under the brim of the hat.

"Hello." Horay greeted the other party in a friendly manner.

The fat man cracked his mouth and exposed a bit of brown teeth, which was considered to be a greeting to Huo Lei.

The advantage of a tavern is that everyone who comes here will be familiar with it. If it is at night, the dim tavern will be filled with people. When everyone doesn't see each other's faces clearly, the friendly atmosphere will be stronger. Of course, this does not prevent everyone from fighting when they are happy. For regular customers in the tavern, fighting is also a way to make good friends.

"Boss, rye!" Horay shouted at the bar, and then added: "A glass of rye, a glass of lemon juice!"

The non-alcoholic beverages in the tavern generally only have lemon juice, and in most cases they are just used to mix them with alcohol. Horay had never seen Catherine drink, so he simply ordered her a glass of lemon juice.

Behind the bar is a woman in her forties and fifties. In the tavern, women usually work as hospitality rather than bartenders, and most of them are young and beautiful. However, the person in front of her is not only a little old, but also has a hideous look on her face. Her lips are very thick, her eyes are very small, her nose is surprisingly large, and her short half-gray hair is tied up and pressed against her head. If her skin is green and her pair of fangs are added, she will be a completely female orc-like face.

"Is this the first time you are here in a pub?" The half-bald fat man asked sideways, and Huo Lei nodded. Whether the other party was referring to this small town or this pub, they were indeed the first time they came.

"Ha, if you want to drink lemon juice, there is something on the street." The polite guy was chewing something in his mouth, and his mustache on his lips trembled: "But I think milk will be more suitable for your taste."

The female bartender put two wooden cups heavily on the bar counter, making a lot of noise. It seemed that the guests wanted to serve the wine glasses by themselves. I don’t know if this narwhal tavern has always been like this, or if someone came to her tavern but only had a glass of lemon juice and was not very happy, but Horay had to stand up and walk towards the bar counter.

"I want a glass of rye," Catherine said coldly at the table, as if she was afraid that others would not hear it, and repeated again: "Give me a glass of rye."

Horay looked at Catherine and had no choice but to shrugge at the female bartender behind the bartender. The female bartender changed to a glass of rye with expressionless expression and placed it heavily on the bar. It seemed that the guests always served the wine in this tavern.

"That's how it's right!" The fat man laughed at Catherine twice, then shook the cards in his hand at Ho Lei: "How about it, my friend, come two?"

"I don't know how to play this." Horay shook his head in embarrassment: "Besides, we don't have much bet."

"Come on, little brother, just play around, otherwise how should you spend this dull afternoon!" Bazihu ​​spread her hands and put down her legs on the chair next to her: "Come on, it's very simple. If you can't drink or play cards, your etheric travel is very difficult."

In fact, Horay really wanted to play with these two people for a while. Whether it was cards, billiards or darts, similar mini-games in the bars always allowed lubricants to bring people closer. Horay wanted to inquire about some things, but Katherine was right next to her and couldn't leave her alone.

"Very good!" Catherine had walked past Horay at some point. She picked up two glasses of wine from the bar and placed it on the table in front of Fatty and Beard. She sat down on another chair: "Come on, I hope you have enough gold coins for me to win."

No matter from any aspect, Catherine's courage and courage seem to be a veteran in the casino, but after the first three, only one of the five gold coins that Horay gave her was left.

"Baimao, you have to try to keep the bet in your hand before I learn how to play this card." Horay said teasingly, which attracted the low laughter of the other two people.

Horay was a little strange. Catherine should not be the kind of person who is so easily aroused, but now Catherine looks a little depressed. Horay no longer intends to continue attacking Catherine. It seems that she is really not good at playing cards.

"It's okay, little brother, it's just a game." The mustache put together and washed it skillfully: "Get four more glasses of rye wine, count me!"

"You two are so generous, but I have almost learned it. You should pay attention to the next move. I am ready to start winning money!" Hore said half-seriously and half-jokingly, and then changed into a chatty tone: "I heard that the goblins have started a war with the Herrantes Empire. What's the situation?"

"Start the war?" The fat man took out a cigarette from his pocket, but could not find the flint on his body: "The Herrantes are now fighting, and the goblins have no movement."

"No wonder you don't know yet. This was something that happened not long ago." The bearded characters were washed and placed on the table: "Emperor Herentes was expelled. Speaking of which, the noble Herentes is really capable. It seems that he wants to be the emperor himself. Hello, will he continue to bet?"

Horay put a gold coin on the table calmly, but was shocked. The changes in Gaia's city were even more violent than he imagined: "A palace coup is common, but not many of them succeeded. I don't know which noble Helantis has such great ability."

"It's a prince. He seems to have won over a large number of middle and lower-class nobles of Helantis who were loyal to him. Hi, thank you!"

Catherine had already drunk two glasses of rye wine. At this moment, her originally snow-white cheeks had two flusheds, and her eyes were a little blurred. She shook her fingers and fired a flame. After lighting the cigarette for the fat man next to her, Catherine said vaguely: "Who did you say the one who started the coup?"

"Let me think about it, Kebo, Kebolat, yes, it seems to be this name."

Catherine shook, and the flames still pounding on her fingertips almost caught the fat man's only hair. Then Catherine waved her hand hard, as if to extinguish the magic flame, and seemed to be just making up some decision: "Come on! I still have a gold coin! I want to turn the tables!"

"Your partner is a little drunk." The beard reminded Huole: "How is it, are you still playing?"

Horay glanced at Catherine, launched a coup, and drove Emperor Herlandis off the power of the emperor, which was Catherine's father!

Horay didn't feel so strange about this. When he attended the dinner held by Keborat for the newly-sold students of Star Aviation Academy, Horay could feel the prince's ambitions. However, at that time, Horay just felt that the prince was aiming to win over more talents to serve him and thus seek greater power and interests. It was still a bit surprising that he usurped the throne and became the emperor.

Perhaps, the surprise attack on Gaia City provided Keborat with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If God did not take it, Keborat should also understand this truth. In short, Horay and Catherine were not clear about the details at that time, but it seemed that the two people in front of him did not lie. Over the past two months, Helantis and Gaia City have indeed undergone earth-shaking changes.

Hore was a little worried, not knowing how Elikiah, Al and Kori were like, as well as the commander of the Temple Fleet. The palace coup had little impact on the people, but for the nobles, it was often a matter of life and death.

Gaia had just suffered a surprise attack from the Goblin Legion, but it was about to fall into a civil war so soon. It seems that the peace era of Herrantis is coming to an end.

"Okay, deal with the cards." Horay clicked the table. He could not inquire in detail. Facing the two strangers, Horay did not want to show that he knew Helantis very well: "Whether it is a goblin or Herlantis' civil war, does the As Dragon Crystal Wall Alliance care? I remember that Helantis is a very important member of the alliance."
Chapter completed!