Chapter 66: Medicine Seller

"You... it's not that you can't do it, but you've handed over everything in Backlund to Jacob. What an irresponsible old man..."

"Haha, in the past few years, I have just been a mascot. He has been the one to deal with everything. He has grown up, and it is time for the old man to find his own happiness!"

Old Jack was very excited. After experiencing the tense and exciting pursuit of the evil extraordinary, he was not interested in fox hunting and dancing, which were popular among the nobles. In recent years, he no longer accepted invitations and only let Jackb take his place. He smiled and said:

"Jacob, my son, I will return to Tingen with old Blue in a while... After I die, the title will naturally be yours. Well, it's up to you to decide what you want to do, as long as you don't ruin this family..."

Jacob was somewhat helpless. His father had discussed this with him long ago and expressed his wishes. This time, he took advantage of Father Blue's visit to make the decision official and announce it...

"Don't worry," Old Blue stood up and stretched his body after eating. His heartbeat sounded like thunder, and his body returned to its peak state. He sighed comfortably and said:
"You prepare first. When I finish my work in Backlund, I will go back to Tingen and clean it up. Then you can move in..."

"Okay!" Old Jack's eyes sparkled, "It's a deal!"

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Backlund Bridge District, Iron Gate Street.

Old Blue jumped lightly off the taxi, picked up the sacred tree cane on the bottom of the sea, and walked slowly towards the "Brave Bar" not far away.

"Old man, at your age, aren't you afraid of drinking yourself to death in there?" There was a burly man nearly two meters tall with his arms folded next to the black wooden door, and his tone was a little sarcastic.

"Heh," Old Blue smiled. Finally, a classic plot was released. All the people in Tingen were familiar faces. It had been a long time since I met such people...

He deliberately hunched his back, tapped the ground with his cane, and continued walking towards the heavy black wooden door as if he did not hear the strong man's voice.

"..." The sturdy man didn't say anything else, but took the initiative to take a step forward and helped the old man push open the heavy door. The strong aroma of malt liquor wafted into the air, and the noisy and chaotic sounds became clearer.

"What the hell?" Old Blue, who wanted to act cool and slap someone in the face, was a little stunned. The people here are so simple and honest? Seeing an old guy like me, they don't come to bully me? And they even help to push the door? Isn't this the treatment in Tingen?
The sturdy man's throat moved, as if he was attracted by the cheers and toasts in the bar again. He could tell at a glance that the old man's clothes were not cheap... Oh, I'm so envious. At such an old age, he still has money to spend freely... Maybe when I'm old... No, I may not live to this age...

Old Bruce nodded to the burly man and entered the bar during peak hours. He ignored the dog-catching-rat game that existed in every bar and squeezed directly to the bar counter.

The bartender who was always wiping the wine glasses had already noticed the eye-catching Old Blue and said:

"A new face?"

Old Blue raised the corner of his mouth and said:
"A glass of Southwell beer."

"Five pence," the bartender replied familiarly.

Old Blue took out a 1-sol note, placed it next to the large wooden cup handed to him by the bartender, tapped the table, and said:
"I heard there's that kind of party here?"

The bartender in the red vest changed his expression, then returned to normal. He did not take the money and said:
"We have gatherings here every day, drinking and partying every day... If you want to join us, just come here every day. It's just that the Southwell beer..."

Before he could finish, a 1-pound note was pushed over, successfully attracting the bartender's attention. Behind the 1-pound note, in the old man's sleeve, there was a 5-pound note...

"Nanweier Beer is the best domestically produced beer. You really have a good eye... If you want to join, of course you can. We welcome generous customers like you..."

The bartender was wiping the table as a cover, and the 1 pound and 1 soli notes disappeared quickly. He bowed slightly, and disappeared through the small door on the side of the bar. In the bar, the drinkers had already picked up their glasses and went to have fun on their own, so the bartender's temporary disappearance had no effect.

Old Bruce picked up the big wooden cup, walked across the boxing ring that was just about to start, opened the heavy wooden door with one hand, handed the cup of golden wine to the burly man at the door in a somewhat shocked look, and said:

"Drink it. It's a reward for your good taste." "Thank you, thank you!" The strong man felt his mouth dry, and his whole body was craving for this cup of liquid with a rich and tempting malt aroma...

Gudong, Gudong.

Ha! It tastes so good... This is, this is the Southwell beer that I usually don't want to drink...

The strong man first gulped down the beer, then wanted to taste it carefully, but suddenly remembered that the old man was still waiting and he also had to watch the door... If he was caught stealing alcohol, he would be finished! Then he drank the liquid in the big wooden cup in one gulp, with beer foam still on the corners of his mouth.

The two-meter-tall sturdy man lowered his head to the same height as the old man, handed over the wooden cup, and thanked him sincerely again.

Old Bruce took the big wooden cup, waved his hand, turned around and went back to the bustling bar. The sturdy man consciously closed the heavy wooden door, as if nothing had happened just now.

The bartender hurried back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no queue at the bar. He quickly refilled the glasses for the two customers and said with satisfaction when he saw the empty glass in front of Old Bruce:

"Sir, please follow me. They have agreed to your joining."

Old Blue nodded, followed the bartender with his black cane, and came to a dark house.

The red-vest bartender took out an iron mask that only covered the upper half of his face and handed it to Old Bruce. In exchange, he received a five-pound note with a handsome portrait on it from the old man's sleeve. He said excitedly:

"You are such a generous gentleman. Some people go to Kaspars and he has no bottom line when it comes to taking money...Please put on a mask. Most people here don't want others to know their true identity..."

Old Blue felt the material of the iron mask, put it on calmly, and signaled to the bartender that it was okay.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing brown eyes behind it.

After being scrutinized for a while, Old Blue finally saw the door open to the back. A man wearing an iron mask stood there. The bartender stepped forward and handed over two 1-pound notes very quickly...

The masked man was very satisfied. He handed over a hooded robe and said to Old Blue in a hoarse voice:

"Put on your robe and follow me."

He closed the door, turned, and led the hooded old Blue through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.

There was a candle lit on the coffee table, and the dim light made the whole room dim.

There were about ten people sitting on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hooded robes and iron-colored masks.

As soon as Old Blue entered the door, he heard a man's unconcealed voice:

"I brought a batch of medicines, some of which can effectively stop bleeding and promote wound healing..."

"Something that can help men regain the impulse they had when they were seventeen or eighteen years old... Um, this new old gentleman, do you need it?"

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