Seeing that the two of them were not willing to say anything more and were carefully sipping their whiskey, Alan felt relieved when he saw their satisfied expressions.
Alan had experienced what it was like after promoting his Lafite. In any case, they would ask him all kinds of questions in a bit
Alan sank into his consciousness and summoned the system.
[ Mission 3: Use whiskey within three days and successfully entertain a guest. Received positive feedback. Completed. ]
[ Received reward: Upgrade the tavern once. Duration 12 hours. Cost 50 gold coins. ]
[ Mission 4: Spread the name of the tavern throughout Rock City. ]
Alan was not surprised by completing Mission 3, but he was a little confused about Mission 4. The system had not given him any criteria. How was he supposed to determine it?
In addition, regarding the reward this time, Alan could feel the system's deep malice towards him. Last time, the system swindled most of his gold coins to activate the system store. But even now, he still could not afford to buy anything.
This time, the remaining gold coins that he had left would be plundered clean to upgrade the tavern. It seemed that he could not have gold coins in his hands, so in the future, could he save more money by only collecting silver coins? Sigh...
After checking the current progress, Alan left the system.
The two guests in front of him were already discussing the taste of whiskey. Seeing that Alan, who had been in a daze, had come back to his senses, Wayne asked with concern, "What's troubling you little Alan? Tell me about it."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Little Alan, tell me about it. If it's about business matters, I have some experience."After drinking, Dorje was quite impressed with Alan. It was his genius idea to brew a brand-new alcoholic beverage. According to Wayne, his magic Lafite was even more amazing. He had to find an opportunity to give it a try.
"It's indeed about business. Can I ask you, Mister Dorje, how do you define "reputation that resonates throughout the city"?" Alan asked. After all, Dorje was very good at business.
Hearing Alan's question, Dorje was also stunned. Then, he began to think seriously. "You want to expand the reputation of the tavern, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's right. After all, I can only get more business if my tavern has a great reputation. Right now, business is not good. Many curious people have left because of the price. I think there is no problem with the price. If we have a better reputation, those people would probably not care about the price." The more Alan said, the more he felt that his idea was correct.
"You're right. What kind of method do you plan to use?" Dorje asked.
"Sigh, that's what I have a headache about..."Alan said helplessly.
Dorje held the glass and sipped the amber-colored whiskey. He stroked his beard and his chin.
"I have an idea, but it depends on how much you're willing to sacrifice," Dorje said after a moment of silence.
Alan looked at him curiously, waiting for him to tell him his idea.
"The governor has planned to hold a city-wide gathering for this year's Harvest Festival. Although the details have not been solidified yet, according to past experience, there will definitely be free wine. If you are willing to give it up, you can talk to the governor and be the wine provider this year."
Hearing this news, Alan's eyes lit up. He had not paid attention to the news before. It seemed that next time the administrative officer or the governor came, he could ask in detail. If he could promote the reputation of his ordinary Lafite during the harvest festival.., it would be considered a success.
Alan asked Dorje about his doubts in detail. Wayne was unable to say anything on this topic and just quietly drank at the side.
After Alan finished asking Dorje, he turned to look at Wayne. In such a short time, he had drunk at least five glasses of whiskey. His eyes were already blurred, so he took the glass from his hand.
"Mister Wayne, how are you? Are you still awake?"Alan waved his hand in front of his eyes a few times, but only his eyes were still moving. Seeing him like this, Alan felt a little helpless.
"Little Alan, don't worry about him. Don't underestimate a magician's physical fitness, even though he's only a seriously injured magician." Dorje winked at Alan. His tone seemed to be very familiar with Wayne's past.
Alan was still very curious about Wayne's story. He was a former mercenary and Dragon Slayer. His story should be quite interesting.
Dorje saw the curiosity in Alan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Sure enough, he was still a child. He was still very curious about adventure stories.
"Cough...actually, we all know his story." Dorje drank his whiskey with a proud face, waiting for Alan to ask him.
Alan felt that the situation was a little funny. Were these drunkards all proud? Could their attributes be wrong? Although he was complaining, he still asked him honestly and added more wine into Dorje's glass and said.
"Mister Dorje, can you tell me Mister Wayne's story?"
Although his body was still young after transmigrating, the only people that he had interacted with were all middle-aged men and women, and the only person of his age left after drinking at his tavern once, Alan was not at ease when acting coquettishly. But, at least, he did not feel pressured at all.,
"Well, I'll tell you about it," Dorje said as he looked at Wayne, who was still confused. "Wayne is a native of Rock City, unlike many of us who migrated here later."
The sky outside the tavern was completely dark. The candlesticks were quietly burning on the wall, occasionally making a popping sound. After such a long time, Alan was completely used to it and was fully focused on waiting for Dorje to tell the story.
"In the past, there was only one blacksmith shop in Rock City, the Wayne family. Ever since he came of age and left to become a mercenary for nearly ten years, Rock City no longer had a blacksmith."
"When he returned, he went from a high-spirited youth to an old drunkard who only blacksmith and drank every day."
Alan asked, "Then what's the dragon-slaying story that he always talked about before?"
Dorje took a sip of his wine with a nostalgic look on his face. Alan felt that Wayne and Dorje's friendship was forged when they were young.
"The young man who grew up in a small border town met a group of mercenaries one day when he was young. He was attracted by their experiences and begged them to take him on an adventure. Of course, he was rejected."
At this point, Dorje had a nostalgic smile on his face.
"Although the young man was rejected, the seed to become a mercenary and go on adventures was already planted. When he came of age, he decisively picked up his luggage and left the town where his ancestors had lived for generations."
"He stumbled along the way. Fortunately, he was extremely talented. He advanced from a magic apprentice to a Holy Sorcerer in ten years."
"What happened after that? What happened after that?" Alan could not help but urge Dorje when he saw him stop again. He had guessed Wayne's magic level yesterday, so he was not too surprised when Dorje confirmed it.
Dorje looked a little sad at first. After adjusting his expression, he continued, "When Wayne advanced to a Holy Sorcerer, he accepted a mission that changed his life." He stared at Alan and slowly said, "Dragon slaying!"
Alan was a little excited. The part he wanted to hear the most had come. However, he guessed that this matter was the culprit that caused Wayne to become like this.