Chapter 223 Snow Ridge Town

Ding-a-ling~

The brass-colored, worn doorbell jingled as the creaky wooden door of the tavern was pushed open from the outside, with the piercing cold wind howling as it followed Lis inside.

Dressed like a typical mercenary, Lis swiftly closed the door behind him and surveyed the somewhat cramped tavern.

Perhaps because the winters here were so harsh, the windows of the tavern were small circular holes carved out of the thick brick walls, which were now firmly sealed with rough planks and cotton fabric. A black fireplace on the side burned with fiery flames, providing ample warmth to this little tavern in the midst of winter.

Even though the fireplace and several Magic Stone Lamps weren't enough to completely dispel the gloom inside, they did nothing to dampen the high-spirited shouts and yells of the mercenaries.

By the wall, a drunken minstrel strummed and sung of heroic ballads.