Tavern

  Roy leads the crew down Brown Street…

  The port city of elf world is quite unique. Many buildings are very beautifully built, but these houses facing the street cannot see the garden in the yard behind.

  Even if elf's have a yard, they usually don't grow vegetables in the yard.

  They like to raise some flowers and plants, then prune them neat and tidy, and at most plant one or two Fruit Trees.

  Gardening is also an art for elves.

  The crew will always look around at those exquisite buildings curiously, and they will keep staring at the elf women. Whether they are young or old, they will first take a look at the face, and then their eyes will follow the neck. Down, chest, slim waist, buttocks...

  Occasionally, they would communicate with each other in Imperial language that Roy couldn't understand.

  Perhaps due to drinking World Tree juice, even if an elf woman lives for six or seven hundred years, she will not look very old. At most, she will have some less obvious wrinkles in certain places on her face.

  For these crew members, they couldn't tell at all that the elf woman watering the flowers in front was two hundred years older than his great-great-grandmother.

  These crew members will become very attentive again when they hear Roy introducing the street shops.

  Everyone even stopped for a while in front of Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy at the corner of the street. The shelves outside the pharmacy were filled with flower pots. The flower pots were not the common flowers, but some Roy that couldn't be distinguished. of magic herbs.

  According to Ms. Belinda, these most basic knowledge are for Roy to learn slowly after going to school.

  However, this group of people obviously stayed at the door of the pharmacy for a little longer. Although they showed great restraint, Roy could still see the desire in their eyes.

  The young magician introduced himself as Benjamin, and Roy had no way of communicating with the other crew members, so there was no need to know each of their names.

  In fact, even the young magician's name, Roy, feels fake.

  Every time he shouted 'Benjamin', the young magician's reaction was not so timely and not that instinctive.

  In this regard, magician Benjamin explained to Roy that this was the first time someone called his name in Elf language.

  Since these crew members were so generous, Roy was not prepared to argue with them.

  "I only know where there is a tavern, but I have never been in it."

  Roy said to young magician Benjamin.

  Magician Benjamin invited Roy and said, "Why don't we go in and have a look together later?"

  "I know a pub with a good reputation..." Roy said, pointing to a semi-open-air pub at the end of Brown Street.

  This is the end of Brown Street. The pub is built on the cliff facing the sea. The terrace hangs out of the cliff. It is a great viewing platform. Half of the terrace is hidden under the shade of trees.

  If you want to go to the beach from here, you have to go around the back alley and walk up a long set of stone steps.

  ELFs are good at designing this kind of unique architecture and like to integrate natural scenery into the garden.

  This tavern is very atmospheric. It is a very simple-looking small house filled with various drinking utensils. A mixed aroma of wine can be heard from the door.

  There were only six tables on the terrace with a sea view, and there was no who in the pub at this time.

  magician Benjamin came to the terrace, holding on to the railing and just in sight of the bustling pier, and said excitedly to Roy:

  "Yes, this is a place like this. We need a tavern like this to have a few drinks. You may not be able to imagine how boring it is to be on the ship for a whole year and a half."

  Silvermoon Elfs usually like to drink tree sap. These alcoholic drinks are brought from the Darkmoon Elf country.

  The waiter came over with a wine list filled with the word "elf". It was a dark-skinned Darkmoon Elf. She was obviously a little timid and kept staring at Roy.

  It seems that among these people, only Roy can give her a sense of security.

  Roy had seen her on the street, but he didn't know that she actually worked in this pub.

  After asking to find out that the specialty drink here is a kind of sparkling wine, and the price is indeed very affordable, the crew was divided into two tables, and each table ordered two bottles of sparkling wine and stronger rum. There are only some dried fruits and fish as snacks, and no other food.

  The moment the cork was popped...

  A 'pop' sound.

  The bubbling golden wine was poured into the glasses in front of the crew members.

  The only waitress in the tavern stood behind the bar, looking at the human crew with great curiosity.

  The elf was pretty good-looking, with a touch of oil paint on his lips. When he sat down next to the bar, there was no disgust or contempt in his eyes.

  Everyone sat down and drank a glass of sparkling wine, and the topics obviously became more interesting.

  Roy didn't drink.

  Because this matter was expressly prohibited by Ms. Belinda, she didn't even allow Roy to touch the bar.

  In the eyes of Ms. Belinda, Roy is just a kid who can only drink World Tree juice.

  "How do you solve the food problem? I mean when you are sailing on the sea." Roy asked curiously.

  Magician Benjamin took a sip of wine and said with a satisfied look:

  "What's the point? You can catch all the fish in the sea casually."

  Who doesn't know that you can catch any fish in the sea... Roy complained in his heart.

  "I said can you eat vegetables on the boat?" Roy continued to ask.

  Magician Benjamin suddenly puffed up his chest, his face full of pride and superiority, and answered:

  "Of course, my career is as a botanist, and I also need to cultivate some fast-growing vegetables on the ship. The cabbage and tomatoes I grew on the ship are pretty good."

  Roy continued to ask curiously: "What about fresh water? If you can't find an island or a port, what will you do if the fresh water stored on the ship is used up after such a long journey? Can you make a living by catching some rainwater?"

  Benjamin looked at Roy in astonishment, confirming that he really didn't know, and then explained:

  "I thought the elves would be more advanced than us in this aspect..."

  Magician made a mold on his waist, then took out a silver-plated square plate from his arms. He turned the side of the silver-plated square plate covered with engraved patterns upwards, and placed a crystal in the gem groove. The thin slices lit up some strange magic lines along with the pattern of the square plate, and small water droplets condensed from the square plate.

  Seeing these small water droplets splashing on the silver-plated metal plate, Roy realized that they were sailing on the sea and actually relied on magical magic to provide water.

  "You have this magic metal plate so you won't be short of drinking water during the voyage?" Roy asked.

  After magician Benjamin took off the crystal sheet, he wiped the silver-plated metal plate very carefully with a handkerchief, and then said: "Not only that, many times we even rely on it to take a shower."

  Roy felt that these things were so novel, but at the same time he felt a little disappointed. This place was really different from his original world!

  "How long have you been here?" magician Benjamin took another sip of wine.

  The sailors next to them started chatting each thinking about their own business. Their voices were a bit loud, which seriously damaged the original quiet atmosphere in the tavern. Fortunately, there was no one in the tavern.

  In fact, there was a drinker sitting in the corner. There was also a rum bottle on the table in front of him. Most of the rum in it had been drunk. He looked a little drunk. He lowered his head and counted. The few nuts left on the plate looked bored.

  Just looking at his profile, Roy felt that he looked familiar.

  "I was born here and have lived here my whole life," Roy said casually.

  Benjamin asked with envy: "Did you grow up in an elf country?"

  Roy nodded, not understanding why he had to ask again.

  "Have you been to Buenos City?" Benjamin asked.

  Roy immediately shook his head.

  The young magician was a little disappointed and took another sip of wine.

  …

  There is a conch on the counter of the tavern that can hear the song of Sea Monster.

  It looks magical, but it is actually a magic crystal hidden inside the conch. Engraved on the magic crystal is a set of inscriptions. This thing is very common here. Mrs. Winnie also has one at Lady Boss, the pharmacy on the street. Music A little more exciting than this.

  The elves drinking in the tavern were very quiet, and few people sat around and talked loudly like this group of sailors.

  In the eyes of elves, this kind of behavior is also vulgar.

  Roy couldn't help but glance at the drunk man sitting in the corner. The reason why he noticed him was entirely because he had appeared in Ms. Gillian's yard next door...

  Besides selling fish, Ms. Gillian's favorite thing to do is date different male elves, and occasionally she will take them home for the night.

  Roy had seen this elf who looked a little drunk more than once, and his appearance was a bit special, and his complexion was a bit gray. He should be a Darkmoon Elf, and Jillian called him 'Jefferson'.

  Jefferson was wearing an old set of light leather armor. His hair had not been taken care of for a long time and he looked a little sloppy.

  He seemed to be waiting for who. There was half a glass of rum in front of him, and he never drank it all, only taking a small sip at a time.

  Roy felt that he definitely didn't want to go up and say hello to him at this time...

  He was a little drunk and kept muttering something in his mouth.

  After he drank the last sip of wine, he glanced at the empty wine glass in his hand with some confusion, and snapped the fingers of his left hand skillfully.

  The young waitress in the tavern quickly walked over holding the wine list.

  She leaned down as much as possible, placed the wine list in front of him, and waited for him to choose a wine.

  The drunken Jefferson put one hand around the waitress's soft waist and grabbed the waitress's small hand with the other hand while whispering something in his mouth.

  The elf waitress shook her head repeatedly to express her refusal, but Jefferson was still reluctant, and his hand had already grasped the elf waitress's wrist...

  "%￥,&...%￥#." (Stop, let go of the girl)

  A crew member at the next table loudly said.

  He spoke Imperial dialect, which Roy couldn't quite understand.

  But then Roy saw the indignation on his face, stood up suddenly, moved towards the table in the corner, extended the hand and held down Jefferson's shoulder.

  (End of chapter)