"Everything will be all right."
"Everything will return to normal."
"In the name of the Wizard Alliance and Trident Sword, under the witness of the Wizard Codex, the losses to this establishment and everyone's lost wages—as long as everyone remains calm—will be fairly compensated through proper procedures."
From beneath the shortest Cat Face Mask came the mechanical, indifferent "notice" of a Trident Sword hunter. But no one in the shop took his words seriously.
One good thing about old-school wizards was that they clearly understood the relationship between strength and order. Unlike the younger generation, they would not take every trivial matter to Danhaag. After clashing with a powerful Alliance institution, as long as the matter was not too serious, old-school wizards generally preferred to let things settle.
Thus, under the combined effects of the Calming Spell and the warnings, Youzui quickly brought the bar under control.
Only then did Zheng Qing smile at the bartender behind the counter and rap his knuckles against the wooden tabletop.
Knock knock.
"Sorry for causing you some trouble."
He tried to make his voice gentler, but the Cat Face Mask flattened every tone, making his speech mechanical and monotonous. So after a brief apology, the captain of the You Zui Hunting Team got straight to the point. "Where is your owner?"
Tom Hansen lowered his eyelids and tried hard to remain calm, but anyone could hear the faint unease in his voice. "The owner? I... I am the owner of this shop."
Even as he answered, he still held that piece of white linen, wiping the beer glass in his hand with small, restrained movements.
"Oh, this shop has been open for a long time, hasn't it?"
"Since my grandfather's grandfather, we've been selling alcohol in Newcastle... It's been over four hundred years