✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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Compared to the history of the kingdom, the royal city of the kingdom of Rigsor is quite young. A previous king was deaf in his old age, and emptied the treasury to build this flowery city for his concubine and moved the capital here.

In the fourth year after moving the capital, he was successfully rebelled by his own son.

Then, it is rumored that the little prince who killed his brother and father galloped through the bloody streets, and he once met a young girl from a distance and fell in love at first sight. As a result, Huadu is still the royal city of the Rigser Kingdom.

There have been such anecdotes, and the whole city is unrestrained and romantic.

- If you don't fall in love, you'd rather die.

Even though it was late autumn, the air was still filled with the sweet and lingering fragrance of flowers, and a bouquet of blood roses sold for nearly forty silver coins, a high price that can only be found in the flower capital, and it was believed that if you took the blood roses and confessed on the central street, you would be able to get what you wanted.

"It's so popular."

At the café facing the street, Dorothy was dressed in a flamboyant dress, she was not wearing a mage robe, she sat under the parasol like a normal tourist, leisurely stirring the drink in her glass, she put a blood rose to the tip of her nose and sniffed, and threw a wink at Raphael opposite.

Raphael hides the undead features, and really looks like a pale and cold knight, and beautiful.

What girl doesn't like a beautiful and melancholy knight?

Raphael collected a large number of roses along the way, and even boys, who in a panic shoved the roses into his arms, turned and fled. Dorothy laughed when she saw this: "Oh my God, do these children know what flowers they are giving?"

But she thought about it again: "Maybe, after all, this is the flower capital."

Enthusiastic and indulgent flowers.

Everyone openly shows their love, and the mountain alliance vows are just as accepted as a night of indulgence, even if they kiss the succubus in the street, no one will be surprised.

Nearly a month after the disappearance of the vice-capital, everything seems to have returned to calm.

It sounds incredible, but it is true, no one talks about the city anymore, and the traces of its existence have faded silently from everyone's memory, leaving only books and annals to record its past glory.

But if no one remembers, how long can a written record last?

After recovering from his injuries, the knight from the vice-capital threw himself into the library, where he spent days and nights collecting the past of his hometown. The vice-capital, which has gone through all the vicissitudes of life, has had so many honors and legends, and the young knight has not yet and has not had time to understand them all, but fortunately, he still has time.

"I want to be an adventure knight," said Corey, "in the name of the vice-capital, and if I do well enough, then the name of the vice-capital will surely live on."

In the past, he was proud of his status as a knight of the vice-capital, and from now on, his hometown will be on his shoulders and walk with him.

The profession of knight seems to always have a kind of stubbornness that insists on going its own way.

Susie didn't persuade much: "May you get what you want, and your martial arts will be prosperous."

She thought for a moment, and then said, "At least with me, there will always be a vice-capital on the map."