Chapter 22: New Adventurer Bern (20). Senior
Bern, who was often described as "not like an adventurer" by those around him, didn’t particularly dislike the typical adventurer culture.
If an adventurer were to meet with their senior and junior, wouldn’t it be more fitting to sit in a tavern with a beer, rather than discussing over tea in a decent mansion?
"Wow! There are a few good restaurants in Frencia, but this tavern has the best beer, no question. How do you like it?"
Alces lifted a massive wooden mug, downed it without hesitation, and slammed it onto the table. His casual and bold demeanor perfectly captured the image of a rugged adventurer that Bern had vaguely imagined, and Bern couldn't help but feel a bit impressed.
To be honest, from Bern's perspective, the beer here was far too warm and lacked the sharp taste he was used to, almost tasting like water. But, as with many things, when the atmosphere felt right, even the taste seemed to fit.
"Yes, it's not bad."
"Tch, that's a bit of an unclear response."
"If the beer is from my senior, I’d say ‘not bad’ would turn into ‘good’ after a while."
"Hahaha! This one is clever, isn’t he? Looks calm on the outside, but inside he’s scheming! If I don’t buy this round, what kind of senior would I be? Don’t worry, I’ll pay for everything, so order as you please!"
Alces laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the banter, and after the light ice-breaking moment, Blanca, who had barely touched her drink, spoke up.
"So, can we get to the main topic now?"
"Hmm. Right."