Just as Romon went to the Adventurers Union to handle the formalities, Barnle, the leader of the small caravan, was talking to his son Fezia in a room at the Cramp Trading Company.

Feizia is a young man with light blonde hair and a prominent hooked nose on his face. His figure is well-proportioned and shows a certain warrior quality.

"Fezia." Barn looked at him kindly and called his name, "How do you think, Romon, this young druid?" His tone was exquisite.

"Father!" Feizia did not answer immediately, but frowned and thought for a while, before saying in a very affirmative tone, "This is a very talented person, and he is also very experienced in his work. I heard that he had worked as a friend in Mot's shop before, and maybe he learned something at that time."

A look of satisfaction appeared on Barnle's face, but it soon disappeared: "So, Fezia, are you optimistic about his future?"

Feizia was stunned, but he immediately replied: "Yes, father, I am optimistic about his future. A talented young man who is experienced and talented. As long as bad luck does not patronize him, he will succeed."

Barnle smiled with satisfaction, and this time he stopped restraining: "Doing a young lion is far better than facing a lion. Fezia, since you are optimistic about Romon's future, then you are like a businessman, invest."

As he said that, Barnle took out a roll of parchment from his arms, and there was a fire wax seal on it. There was a pattern printed on the fire wax, which was the mark of Barnle's caravan.

Feizia's eyes fell on the index finger of his father's right hand, where there was a ring that served as a caravan seal, and there were wax marks on the ring surface.

"Master Sackville in the city is a respected magician. He is my old friend. Some time ago, he found me and asked me to find some junior priests or druid casters for him. He needed some people to make a batch of healing potions for him. After all, the mage can make most of the potions, but they cannot be used as healing potions. Now, Fezia, because of your choice, I decided to recommend Romon to him. You will give this letter of recommendation to Romon. Romon is short of money now, and I believe you will make him feel your kindness."

Barn solemnly handed the letter of recommendation to his son.

Feizia nodded, took it and put it away carefully: "Sir, I'll go to the Adventurers Union to find him now."

Barnle nodded: "You go."

Fezia walked to the door and heard the father behind him muttering: "It is said that fine wine is the touchstone of character; while women are the weights on the scale of sin."

Feizia felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but smile. It was a sunny afternoon.

When Romon walked out of the Adventurers union, the red clouds of the West had already covered most of the sky.

"Romon!" a voice called him.

He came back from his thoughts about the future, turned his head, and a young man stood there and waved at him.

Romon knew him, the son of the leader of the Barner caravan, Fezia.

In Romon's impression, Fezia was a very experienced businessman, which was probably due to Barn's training. In Fezia, the only thing that belonged to young people was probably his ambition with a little delusional color deep in his heart.

"Hi, Fezia." Romon also waved his hand.

"Romon, how about we find a place to have a drink?" Fezia walked up naturally.

As a former worker, Romon naturally knew that the meaning of Fezia dialect is: Romon, I have something to look for you.

"Okay. I heard from the old man that wine can relieve alcohol." Romon smiled heartily and walked over.

"Is that right? I heard that Old Viren's bar has a homemade fruit wine that tastes great." Feizia licked her tongue, "How about I ask this time to celebrate your becoming an adventurer?"

"I'm not polite," Romon said, patting Fezia on the shoulder.

When the two arrived at Old Weiren Bar in the east of the city, it was already slightly dark. There were not many people in the bar. Perhaps, it would be a little later that the adventurers would come here to get drunk.

A fat bald old man greeted warmly behind the counter: "Hi, two young men, what do you want to drink?"

"Old Viren, take out your fruit wine. Two glasses." Feizia stretched out two fingers and said with a smile, then found a table inside to sit down, and pulled the chair away for Romon.

Romon sat down with a smile, but his heart was a little shocked. The old man standing behind the counter and greeting the guests with a smile had a thin layer of inspiration on his body. This inspiration was red like blood, which not only showed the master's strong vitality, but also showed the smell of blood and killing. It also showed that when he was young, he also came through countless fights.

Romon, who had solidified the detection aura, knew deeply that this old man should be a level five warrior.

Knowing this, Romon looked around again. Most of the people in the bar were dressed up by adventurers. Their expressions were indeed more deliberate than those he had seen in the Mets' shop before.

Romon pondered slightly, and suddenly smiled at Fezia, "This Uncle Viren was a not simple person when he was young."

A look of surprise and admiration appeared on Fezia's face: "How did you know?"

Romon smiled and said, "You know, I used to be a guy in a hotel. Adventurers always like to be noisy, but when I came in here just now, I found that everyone was a little restrained. Then, after watching for a while, I found that they always went to see Old Viren behind the counter. Then, if you observe Old Viren carefully, my conclusion will not be difficult to come up."

Fezia applauded softly: "Maybe only a person as sharp as you will receive the grace of nature."

Romon smiled. In fact, many things, once you know the result, and look back and search for clues in advance, it is just as simple as watching patterns on your palm.

At this time, the tall waitress brought two glasses of wine over.

"Romon. Want something to eat?" asked Fezia. "Maybe it would be a good idea to recommend the specialty dishes in the store by this charming girl. By the way, cute girl, what's your name?" Fezia turned around and showed the man's smile.

"Yevite, respected guest." The waitress playfully lifted the corner of her skirt and squatted slightly. In an instant, the snow-white chest was covered with eyes of both of them: it seemed that there was a vacuum inside.

"Oh, you are so charming, like a princess." Fezia said exaggeratedly.

Romon smiled faintly on the side. After graduating from college in his previous life, he had been a white-collar worker for a short time and accompanied his boss to visit various places of love. Such a scene made him feel melancholy in his heart, so he raised his glass: "Go for the lovely Evette."

"Good a drink for the cute Evette!" When a few customers in the shop heard this, they even started to cheer up the wine glass in their hands.

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became lively. Wine and women always made men unrestrained.

"Little handsome guy." Evette leaned over and pecked Romon's lips, "I prefer some of the yellow gold coins than your sweet words."

The sound of cheering was even louder.

At this time, a sharp voice sounded: "Yevite, you slut, you actually fell in love with this little white face!"

Romon looked at the young man who pushed open the hotel door and walked in frustrated, and couldn't help but touch his face and smiled bitterly: What's this? In Rika, he was misunderstood by the narrow-minded pastor Tenes. Will the same scene be re-showed in the small hotel of Aps?

Old Weiren stopped wiping the wine pot, and he slowly swallowed and walked out from behind the counter, and then happened to block the road ahead of the visitor.

"Listen, my Evette is free, no matter who she likes or doesn't like, it's her freedom. She doesn't like you to bother her, so Old Viren doesn't welcome you either."

"You lowly bar owner, dare you talk to me like this? Do you know who I am? I, Jacob, like your daughter..." The young man seemed to be angry, but he could no longer say the following words - Old Viren simply stretched out a hand, jabbed Jacob's neck, and then threw a young man of more than one hundred pounds on the gravel road outside the bar.

A schadenfreshing laughter sounded in the bar.

But Romon suddenly stood up, and a magical power was violently transforming into the power of flames, accompanied by waves of magic, this is...

However, Old Viren's reaction was much faster than Romon. He rushed out of the door quickly. In Romon's special vision, the blood-colored red light on Viren's body suddenly jumped like a flame, and a red afterimage was drawn with his rushing out figure.

The ground shook slightly, screamed, and then stopped as if it was strangled to his neck.

Lao Weilun's rough voice sounded: "A first-level rookie mage dares to cast the palm of flames and run rampant in our Aps. Don't you ask who I, Lao Weilun, is?"

"This person is not simple. We Aps, we immediately drew our camp out." Palm of Fire? First-level spell? Romon lowered his head and picked up the wooden wine glass and drank a small sip, thinking: "Sure enough, adventurers want to survive the battle and enjoy a happy old age. It is not enough to have muscles alone."
Chapter completed!