The Daily Routine of the Strange Tavern

Because they had said at the city gate that they were here to drink, the people who followed them into the city would enthusiastically show them the way to the tavern. They were afraid that they would not be able to find the place.

"What do we do now?"

Milton was disdainful in his heart, but he was still very cautious in his actions.

"Let's go and see how good the wine that was claimed to be the best in the continent by the humans is!"

Hewlett was not convinced. His face was full of disbelief.

The target of this mission was also the young man who made wine. It was possible that he was the same person as Alan in this small tavern. This way, they would not have to look for him again.

Then, the two of them followed the route that those people mentioned and slowly walked toward the small tavern on the back street.