My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 618: Chapter 478 Lively Tavern

"Hey, barmaid, another pint of ale for me! Today, I’m gonna smash this guy’s skull!" bellowed a burly man, already flush from drink, as he waved his hand.

"Coming right up~" Flemea smiled as she poured a pint of Lai Mei, sending it flying to the man’s table without spilling a drop, landing squarely.

The other patrons around hardly gave the scene a second glance, apart from a few newcomers, everyone had grown accustomed to the barmaid’s impressive skills.

"Yo, Tryndamere, still planning on using a warrior to battle my priest?" Across from the burly man sat a blonde-haired man, teasingly looking at his opponent.

"Nonsense! This is our warrior’s creed! Victory or death! I’ve drawn a good card this time, and I’ll use it to blast your disgusting face off." Tryndamere angrily pounded his chest and pressed down on the black Magic Stone on the table, as the game screen appeared in front of both players.

"Ah, welcome to my tavern, come on in and find a spot to sit anywhere you like!" A familiar intonation.

"Tryndamere, I told you, you should’ve used my hunter to fight that sneaky priest. I really don’t know why you insist on using a warrior against a priest," chuckled a few burly onlookers.

"Hunter? I’d never be one of those, just shooting all day long." Tryndamere scoffed with disdain and then started today’s match.

"This barmaid is quite spicy, mate, you think I’ve got a chance?" A finely-dressed nobleman’s eyes lit up as he watched Flemea sitting at the bar. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"You? Are you new to this city?" The man addressed by the noble looked at the fool in disbelief.

"Hmm, I am the son of a Duke from the Aegean Empire!" The noble boasted, proud of himself. He had two objectives for coming to this city: one was to investigate the Temple of the Goddess of Magic, and the other was to check out the recently-booming Hearthstone Tavern.

He hadn’t expected to find such a beauty upon arrival, feeling his trip was well worth it.

"Heh, what do you take yourself for? Flemea, the barmaid, is a Transcendent-class powerhouse," the man sneered. Faced with a Transcendent, all titles are worthless; only those with equal power can converse with her as equals.

"Trans... Transcendent?" The young nobleman shivered with fear, nearly falling to the ground.

Flemea didn’t even glance at the wastrel noble who lusted after her; her sharp hearing had already picked up the arrival of an old friend.

"Flemea, business is booming, huh? Have you decided how much of a cut to give the manager?" White Knight Reinhardt, clad in silver-white armor, walked in and sat opposite Flemea.

"Sigh, naturally it’s eighty percent, although so much gold would be enough for me to do many things," Flemea sighed. Her Hearthstone Tavern had been open for a while now.

At the beginning, not many people were familiar with it and few came to play, but just after a few days, the tavern was packed every day, and even during the day, many would come to drink and play Hearthstone.

"Yo, I thought you’d give the manager a hundred percent, after all, he was the one who made the game," Reinhardt glanced at the bustling tavern. The subtle and hard-to-understand aura emanating from the Magic Stone was difficult for other powerhouses to grasp, but for Reinhardt, Lawrence, and Flemea, it couldn’t be more familiar.

Only ghosts know what their expressions were like when they learned their boss had created the game; Lawrence nearly planted himself on the floor, though Reinhardt thought it was entirely because Lawrence and He Luo spent all their time making babies.

"What are you thinking? Ten percent? The only reason I’m asking for twenty percent is because I’m too familiar with the manager. If I gave him everything, he’d actually be unhappy, believe it or not?" Flemea rolled her eyes, then took out a barrel of wine, poured it into twenty cups, and threw them all out.

"Believe it? Why wouldn’t I? But really, even though my lord has never had an oracle, why do you keep running this tavern?" Reinhardt took a sip of the wine Flemea handed him and sighed helplessly.

"To pass the time, of course. Aren’t you always out being a chivalrous knight every day? I hear the fame of White Knight Reinhardt is almost surpassing the Pope’s," Flemea said, her eyes empty as she looked at her old friend.

"Ahem... I do it to spread the teachings of my lord," Reinhardt coughed a few times, brushing past his embarrassment.

"Where’s Lawrence? He didn’t come with you?" Flemea looked behind Reinhardt but didn’t see another old friend.

"You know what that kid is like, all day long he’s sickeningly sweet with the Goddess of Magic. Makes me want to throw up just thinking about it," Reinhardt rolled his eyes, now Lawrence was just like a young man freshly in love, and terribly excited.

"Who knows? Maybe having someone to take care of you after marriage is a good thing," Flemea hinted with a meaning.

Reinhardt turned his head and then saw a beautiful woman with white hair carrying a longbow walk in.

The woman, with a cold face, scanned the lively tavern and then headed straight in one direction.

"Hahaha, you lost! Watch this Hell’s Roar and Taskmaster combo!" Tryndamere happily unleashed his Hell’s Roar, and with a slam, the young priest opposite him shattered into pieces.

"I didn’t expect you to draw that card..." the priest player sighed.

"Of course~ I spent all my pocket money to get it," Tryndamere boasted with a proud face.

"Oh? You had pocket money?" a gentle voice spoke.

"Yeah, my wife doesn’t even know~" Tryndamere replied, still smug.

Then he turned his head, only to see his wife Ashe looking at him with a smile on her face.

"That.. that..." Tryndamere’s body was shaking uncontrollably. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Tryn! Da! Mere!" Ashe pronounced Tryndamere’s name deliberately, one syllable at a time.

"That... Ezreal, would you mind telling Garen and the others, I won’t be going out to drink with them tomorrow..." Tryndamere gave the priest player across from him an awkward smile, then got dragged away by Ashe, who was gripping his ear.

"Have a safe trip, Tryndamere!" Ezreal waved to Tryndamere.

"So you see, getting married isn’t necessarily a good thing," Flemea nodded towards Reinhardt after watching the scene.