Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1452

"We have three distinguished guests. Serve the good wine!"

shouted the waiter to the kitchen and three jars of good wine flew to the table at once.

Disregarding what anyone might think, Jamison lifted the jar and emptied the entire thing down his throat in one massive gulp.

"No need to rush, Jamison. Take your time," Darren jested, laughing at him. He then called the waiter over.

"Sir, could you please tell me the way to the Five Dangerous Areas?" Darren asked politely.

The waiter shook his head with frown on his face. He had never heard of the Five Dangerous Areas.

"I'm sorry, sir. I do not know of that place," he replied.

"Oh, that's ok, thanks anyway," Darren smiled back.

Bang! Bang!

The wooden gate of the tavern was kicked in, the pieces flying across the room.

Ten men in black robes burst into the tavern. Peculiarly, no aura came off them, it was as if they were dead.

Darren and his companions all turned their heads at the same time to look at who had so brutishly barged in.

'Perhaps the people of the Chaotic Region are just very rude. Better not to meddle in their affairs,' thought Darren to himself.

"Gentlemen, what kind of wine would you like?"

The waiter asked as he came forward to greet these new patrons, but they all just stood there in silence.

"Anything at all?" The waiter pressed further.

Whoosh!

One of them grabbed the waiter by the throat and squeezed tight, saying in a rough and threatening voice, "Cut the crap. This place is ours now. Get out of here right now!"

"Y...es, sir," replied the waiter, struggling through his choking.

His face had turned red and his eyes looked as though they were about to pop out.

"Gentlemen... Take it... easy," the waiter continued, a hand still coiled tightly around his neck.

"Humph!"

The man in the black robe flung the waiter aside in disgust. He hit the ground hard and rolled across the floor before he got to his feet and rushed out.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with his hair disheveled, emerged from the back room.

He appeared to be a little drunk and carried a pot of wine in his hand. His eyes were glazed over and seemed to change with every second. He glanced over at everyone in the tavern, lowered his head to his wine and took a sip.

"Get out of my sight!" growled the man in the black robe.

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and staggered out in the waiter's tracks.

Both the waiter and the owner of the tavern had left, but the three guests had not moved.

A strong wind suddenly swept towards Darren and his companions,

but disappeared into nothingness before it even touched the table where they sat.

"What?"

All ten men in black robes looked over at them simultaneously, stunned looks across all their faces.

"Are they strong masters?"

Stewart then stood up; he looked like any ordinary old man. "Gentlemen! We are just passing by and wanted to have a drink here. If we are bothering you, we'll leave right away," he announced courteously.

He then hinted at Darren and Jamison, with a slight nod, that they should leave.

Darren admired Stewart. Even as a top level master of the Superior God Realm, he could still keep such a low profile. Not many super masters were capable of controlling their temperament so well.

The three of them then left the tavern immediately.

"Master, please come in!" the men in black robes shouted to the sky once they had left.

A tall figure in a red robe flew into the tavern violently, shaking the furniture as he landed.

"They're quite vile. Let's get out of here and leave them alone!" said Jamison with two jars of wine clutched in his hands.

"Not so fast," Stewart raised his hands and said, steadying Jamison. He then continued, "Let's hide and see what they're going to do. This is a good opportunity to observe how people behave here in the Chaotic Region."

"You're right," Darren nodded in agreement.

Soon, the three of them had flown thousands of kilometers up into the sky. Stewart used a unique technique to hide them, while they spied at the activities on the ground with their god's senses.

The man in the red robe sat in the dim tavern, looking around with serious eyes.

"Are you sure this is the Chu Clan's old business?"