✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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If you describe it in color, it's dark gray.

It has towering walls, and the gray-white brick walls are mottled with signs of wear and repair. The city has survived many vicissitudes, becoming a royal city twice, a fortress on the front line, and even burned in battle.

To this day, the vice-capital still stands on the plains of the Rigsor Kingdom.

There are long queues on the roads outside the capital, mostly for nearby villagers, traders, and adventurers. Their carts and bags were full of goods that they wanted to trade in the city, and the camels neighed from time to time.

Susie hung the wooden sign with the price on it outside the temporary vendor, and looked at the team that would move for a long time: "At this rate, it doesn't look like I can all enter the city today."

"Today?" A muscular, bearded adventurer approached, "You've just arrived, little girl. We've been here for three days now.

Kevin, who helped move the dishes into the room, was stunned when he heard this, and asked, "The vice capital is usually not like this, what happened?"

"Who knows." The adventurer scratched at his greasy hair and exhaled, "It looks like martial law, alas, it's terrible, I knew this, I'd rather take a detour a little more, and I should have gone to Sopa City."

He looked at the price list, unloaded the heavy sword behind his back and put it aside, sat down, and said, "Forget it! Let's have a beer first!

When the cold drink is poured into the glass, the body of the glass is immediately drenched in cold water droplets, and just looking at it slightly dispels the heat of the autumn direct sunlight.

"Wow," the adventurer reached out and touched the wall of the cup, wiping his face with a drop of water, and couldn't help but whistle, "It's a luxury."

Then he took the cup, drank it boldly, let out a satisfied sigh, stomped the empty cup on the table with a clatter, and spread himself out on the chair and leaned back. The wooden chair then creaked with an overwhelming squeak.

Susie coughed lightly: "... Damage to tables and chairs is to be compensated.

When the big adventurer heard this, he immediately sat up straighter, and the chair screamed again. He was a little embarrassed, stood up, and said with a smile: "This wine tastes good, can I buy some and go?" Of course, of course, I will pay for the cup.

Susie shook her head when she heard this: "This is not necessary.

She put a few cans of beer on the countertop: "One can for one silver coin."

Seeing this, the adventurer was stunned for a moment, he directly picked up one of the cans and took a closer look: the metal can in his hand was light and cold, and there was a small pull ring on the top of the can, and he shook it vigorously a few times, and heard the liquid gurgling inside.

Susie: "Wait don't..."

Before she finished speaking, she watched as the other party reached out and pulled the tab. With a "pop", about half of the wine turned into a cold and dense foam gushing out, flowing down the can.

"Oh hoo." The big man was a little surprised, he brought the jar in front of him and looked at it, and tasted the wine that had spilled into the palm of his hand, "Where's this craft, elf—it's not like that." Eh, but that's good.

He drank the half can of beer and happily bought a dozen. Susie watched as he shook each can violently a few times before packing it away.

Susie: Okay, you've already paid anyway.