This three-story building was the best and largest tavern in Amborit Township. It was called the "Red Lion".
The Mercenary Guild's office in Amborit Township was rented on the third floor of the Red Lion.
Feng Chou pushed open the door of the tavern, and a strange smell of ale, barbecued meat, and the strong odor of humans wafted into his nostrils.
A few drunkards were sleeping soundly in the main hall of the tavern in the early morning. The fat, middle-aged bartender was also snoring thunderously on the large bar counter.
Looking at the fat bartender snoring with his mouth wide open, Feng Chou's eyes flashed with a trace of a smile.
This bartender was actually the owner of this tavern.
This interesting fellow occupied a large part of Leo's childhood memories.
When Leo was seven years old, his grandfather, the Baron of the Old Amborite, chased his father, Erik, out of the territory and let him go out on his own.
At the time, Erik had just advanced to become a level 8 Arcane Knight and grasped six level 2 spells. His true battle strength was almost equivalent to that of a level 10 Warrior.
The advancement of an Arcane Knight required one to first obtain the corresponding level of a Warrior, and then go through a magic ceremony to inject a spell structure into the Warrior's bloodline. With the Heideggar's power as the source of the warrior's power, one would obtain the ability to cast certain spells. For example, spells such as "Protection from Evil", "Mage Armor", "Counter Enemy Initiative", "Lightning Claw", "Freezing Touch", "Instant Escape", "Enchanted Weapon", and so on.
Thus, the advancement of an Arcane Knight not only required time and sweat, but also a large amount of silver crowns.
The first advancement ceremony for an Arcane Knight was held at level 5, and the second advancement ceremony would be held at level 8 to obtain the ability to cast level 2 spells.
Anything related to magic was usually expensive, not to mention this kind of ceremony that would allow one to obtain the ability to cast spells permanently.
Erik's two arcane rituals had cost him more than a hundred thousand crowns. This naturally caused the heir to the title, Knight Erik's elder brother, Sir Chazor Stuart Amborite, to be extremely displeased.
In order to maintain the stability of a noble's territory, the Law of Succession stipulated that a noble's inheritance could not be divided. This was because the division of territory and property would inevitably weaken a noble's power. In the wastelands, the division of power sometimes meant death.
Baron Old Amborite's actions were already suspected of dividing the family property.
Under the strong protest of his eldest son and the threat of a lawsuit to the Noble Court, the Old Amborite Baron had no choice but to drive his second son out of his territory.
When Erik left the territory with his family, this fatty was one of the few followers.
After leaving his territory, Erik moved to Fügssac City. There, he registered as a mercenary and established a mercenary group.
During that period of time, this fatty was Erik's attendant and housekeeper.
Later on, with the support of his father, Erik established the Pioneer Knight's Domain. During the most difficult period of time, this fatty was Leo's greatest comfort.
Later on, when Baron Old Amborite passed away and Chazor inherited the title, this fatty was pressured by his family and was driven back to Amborite by Erik.
This Red Lion was originally the fatty's family property.
Unlike Erik, this fatty had a good elder brother who gave this tavern to his younger brother.
After the fatty obtained the tavern, he changed the name of the tavern to Red Lion.
This was because "Red Lion" was Erik's nickname among the mercenaries. It was also the name of the mercenary group established by Erik.
This fatty's name was Chorre. He was born in a vassal knight family of the House of Amborite. He and his elder brother came to serve in the House of Amborite castle when they were very young. Chorre's first job in the castle was to be Erik's attendant.
In Leo's memory, this fatty was even closer to him than his father.
The corners of Feng Chou's mouth held a trace of a smile as he walked into the tavern.
He had no intention of reuniting with Chorre. Of course, it wasn't that he didn't trust him. In Leo's memory, if there was only one person he could trust in this world, it would be Chorre.
However, Feng Chou didn't think it was necessary. He came here to kill the traitor who betrayed Leo's father. For the current him, this wasn't too difficult. Of course, if it was possible, it would be even more ideal if he could kill Leo's uncle.
Killing the traitor didn't require Chorre's help. Killing Baron Amborite would put Chorre in a dilemma.
Chorre's family was the most important vassal of the House of Amborite. Almost every generation of this family produced a knight. Every generation of knights was the most important military vassal of the House of Amborite. Chorre's generation was no exception.
Chorre was a follower of Leo's father, but his brother was a follower of Leo's uncle.
Just like Chorre was loyal to Leo's father, Chorre's brother was also loyal to Leo's uncle.
Feng Chou knew that Chorre loved and respected Erik, but he also loved his brother and family. He was loyal to Erik and the House of Amborite. This loyalty had been engraved in the blood of Chorre's family. This was a true knight's family.
If Feng Chou asked Chorre to help him kill Baron Amborite, he would force this guy to his death.
Feng Chou silently walked to the corner of the tavern and lay down on a bench. Like other drunkards, he curled up and fell asleep.
No one would pay attention to such a drunkard.
At eight or nine o 'clock in the morning, customers came into the tavern one after another. Most of these customers were mercenaries looking for missions.
Amborite covered a vast area and was rich in resources. Almost every day, there would be missions to clean up wild creatures or escort caravans. Therefore, many local mercenaries were stationed in Amborit Township to accept missions.
The Mercenary Guild's office in Amborit Township was on the third floor of the Red Lion. After these mercenaries went upstairs to accept missions, most of them would go downstairs to get something to eat.
When Feng Chou woke up drowsily from the bench, the tavern was already very lively. Chorre was no longer behind the bar counter. An old cripple was there.
A few young tavern workers were running around the hall under the old cripple's command.
Feng Chou also knew this old cripple. He was a former member of the Red Lion. He lost his left leg during a mission. At first, he was arranged to be a servant at home by Erik. Later, when the Lordship Of Pedro was built, he became the gatekeeper of the castle.
When Chorre left, he brought him back to Amborite. After all, the environment here was much better.
Leo didn't care about the old cripple's name and always called him Old Cripple.
Feng Chou knocked on the table and ordered a cup of ale, a portion of roasted meat, and a piece of soft white bread that had just been baked. He ate with big bites.