Feng Chou didn't seem to notice Chorre's displeasure at all. He patted the table and said, "Hey, Fat Cat, give all the guests here a drink. I want to treat everyone to a drink."
Hearing Feng Chou call him Fat Cat, Chorre's displeasure immediately eased.
Fat Cat was Chorre's nickname when he was a mercenary.
He got this nickname because Erik's nickname was the Red Lion, so he called himself Fat Lion. In the end, everyone jokingly called him Fat Cat. As they called him that, the nickname stuck to him and he couldn't get rid of it anymore.
Knowing the nickname Fat Cat meant that Feng Chou should know him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this ordinary-looking guy in front of him.
Chorre filled Feng Chou's glass with wine and asked, "You know me?
Why do I feel like I've never seen you before? "
Feng Chou waved his hand and said, "Of course you haven't seen me before, because I haven't seen you either. But I heard Black Tiger Joey talk about you."
Unregistered Joey was the leader of the Fierce Tigers of the Forest mercenary group. This mercenary group had a good relationship with the Red Lion back then.
Chorre's smile became more obvious. He asked, "You know Joey?"
Feng Chou said unhappily, "Of course, of course I know him. I almost slept with his daughter."
Chorre laughed and said, "Sleeping with Joey's daughter is nothing to be proud of."
Feng Chou's face showed that he agreed. "Oh, damn, you're right …"
He waved his hand exaggeratedly and shouted, "Joey, that old bastard. If I wasn't smart, the entire Fierce Tigers of the Forest would have been buried by Avon Lake. He actually chased me away!
It's just because I'm not interested in his baby daughter who's even stronger than me. "
Chorre's interest was immediately piqued when he heard about Avon Lake. Not only was he interested, but Feng Chou's voice wasn't soft. Many mercenaries nearby heard him and turned to look at Feng Chou.
The Battle of Avon Lake could be said to be the biggest news in Antalya County in the past few decades. The news had just reached Amborite, and all kinds of rumors were flying all over the place. The sudden appearance of someone who had experienced the battle, regardless of whether it was true or not, piqued everyone's interest.
Chorre leaned forward and approached Feng Chou and asked. "Avon Lake?
You participated in the Battle of Avon Lake, the Avon Lake battle that wiped out the Antalya Knights a few days ago? "
Feng Chou waved his hand and said, "It wasn't the Antalya Knights that were wiped out. It was just the second brigade of the Antalya Knights that was wiped out along with the Mage Academy's mage guards and two brigades of the Antalya City Guard … Oh, and of course, the Sword Hawk Mercenaries and the Gryphon Mercenaries …"
"Hey!
Fat Cat, I said I'd treat everyone to a drink. Are you afraid that I can't afford it? "
After saying that, Feng Chou angrily pulled off the empty money pouch at his waist. Holding the bottom of the money pouch, he shook it towards the bar counter. A few gold and silver coins fell out.
Chorre smiled and said, "Alright, it's good that you want to treat everyone to a drink. But why?
What are you celebrating?
Are you celebrating your escape from Avon Lake? "
Feng Chou waved his hand and said, "Of course not. I've already celebrated that. Besides, there's nothing to celebrate. At that time, those ogres only cared about the regular army and didn't care about mercenaries like us who scattered in all directions. I'm treating everyone to a drink so that I can get rid of my bad luck as soon as possible."
Chorre said, "What bad luck did you have? Tell us and make us happy."
Feng Chou said angrily, "Oh, damn it!"
Chorre pushed the coins that had fallen on the bar counter towards Feng Chou and said, "If you can tell us about your bad luck, as well as that unlucky battle of Avon Lake, I'll treat everyone to a drink for free."
After hearing Chorre's words, the nearby mercenaries all clamored for Feng Chou to talk about the battle of Avon Lake.
Feng Chou put the coins back into the money pouch and hung it at his waist. He said to Chorre, "Is that what you said?"
Chorre said, "This old Chorre never lies."
Feng Chou said, "Alright, then I'll talk about my bad luck first."
"Who wants to hear about your bad luck …" "Hurry up and tell us about the battle of Avon Lake …" The mercenaries all shouted at once.
Feng Chou said unhappily, "Bastard, this is my story. I can say whatever I want …"
Chorre hurriedly said, "Hey, give everyone a drink, this one is on me … Hey, buddy, hurry up and tell us."
Feng Chou grumbled unhappily for a while before telling everyone about the battle of Avon Lake.
Feng Chou was not an ordinary person who had personally experienced the battle. He had the video of the battle recorded by Qiankun Pagoda, so he was even clearer about the direction of the battle than the commanders on the battlefield.
The tavern quickly quieted down, and only the sound of Feng Chou's bragging could be heard …
That night, as a person who had personally experienced the battle of Avon Lake, Feng Chou suddenly became famous in the Red Lion. At the same time, he also made friends with Chorre.
After telling the story, Feng Chou and Chorre continued to brag until late into the night.
As Leo knew this fatty very well, Feng Chou could easily poke at this guy's pleasure points during their conversation.
After chatting for half the night, the two of them seemed to have become old friends who could talk about anything.
When the number of customers in the tavern gradually decreased, and the remaining customers were all drunkards who could not even tell north from south, Feng Chou suddenly lowered his voice and said to Chorre with a lisp like a drunkard, "Hey, Fat Cat, I have a big business deal, are you interested?"
Chorre obviously thought that Feng Chou's words were drunken. He laughed and asked, "Oh?
Big business?
What kind of big business?
Are you planning to buy a few bottles of wine from me on credit? "
Feng Chou slammed the bar counter unhappily and said angrily, "Oh, hell, Chorre, you underestimate me. Why would I buy wine on credit? Bastard, you're insulting me!
Chorre, let me tell you, I have a big business deal worth 20,000 kronor. "
Chorre laughed and said, "Alright, alright, tell me. What's your big business deal?"
Feng Chou said, "Let me tell you, I accepted a mission to track down goblins yesterday. Guess what I saw in the goblin camp I found?"
"Tell me," Chorre said casually as he wiped the cup.
Seeing that Chorre did not believe him, Feng Chou seemed to be a little anxious. He took out a picture from his pocket and showed it to Chorre with one hand. He pointed at the picture with the other hand and said, "Look carefully, look carefully. What is this?
Is this a big business deal worth 20,000 kronor? "
Chorre looked up and immediately recognized the two Troll locked up in the hut.
Seeing the two Troll, Chorre's expression turned serious.
It was funny to say that "rebirth" was the Troll's racial advantage, but it was this racial advantage that almost caused the Troll race to go extinct.