I Became A Black Merchant In Another World

The tavern inside was far more chaotic than I had expected.

There were fools blowing their horns with cheap liquor, and others singing songs that I couldn’t even understand, drunkenly leaning on each other.

In the corners of the room, there were several people vomiting and others fighting.

I suppressed the urge to rub under my nose.

“Haha, this is a real mess.”

I had expected some noise in a tavern frequented by the poor in the city, but the scene before me was so much worse than I had imagined that it made me dizzy.

“Shall we leave, Baron?”

“I’m just a bit surprised at how crowded it is, Andrea. But don’t you think it’s kind of fun here?”

Despite wearing ragged clothes, the nobles, like myself, with swords by their sides, were mingling with the common city folk.

Though the lowest-tier nobles here, the “lesser knights,” had no land or pensions and were essentially fallen nobility, it was still interesting to see them, regardless of status, all playing together without regard for hierarchy.

“Let your men outside come in. It’s on me today, so tell them to eat and drink their fill.”

There was a reason I had brought my entourage to such a tavern.