Having heard Lin Ge's words, Lier approached the door with skepticism, gently pulled it open, and peered out to see Londe Street indeed veiled in green fog.
She stared blankly for a while, then closed the door and stretched out her little hand to caress the smooth door panel.
"Wow, what a magical door."
"Hey, lady, don't just touch me at will, I'm a respectable door."
The sudden voice from the door made her withdraw her hand as if shocked by electricity, and when she looked again, there was a pair of seductive red lips on the door.
"Touch me again, and I'll lick you."
A wet tongue extended out of the mouth, waving threateningly.
Jolted, Lier ran back to the front of the bar.
"Mr. Bartender, that door—it—"
"Don't be afraid, that is our tavern's Menling, it won't harm the guests. Because of its presence, our establishment's exits lead to various places on the continent."