The layout of this tavern in Neverwinter Town is different from other places.

There is a large iron bucket behind the large counter, and ice cubes are prepared in the bucket to keep the beer cold at any time.

Workers who take a break from work in the afternoon and evening can buy a large glass of cold home-brewed ale for five copper talents.

If you are willing to spend five more copper talents, you can buy a plate of sweet fennel or pretzels to drink with.

If you get fifteen copper talents, you can buy a plate of chop suey pie stuffed with minced meat or fried and grilled ham slices.

But most of the customers who come on weekdays are coolies, businessmen, and travelers, and they are probably not so wealthy.

Only people in suits and leather shoes went to the private room on the second floor of the store, asked for wine and food, and sat down to drink slowly.

Originally, there should be many people sitting in the tavern early in the morning.

But today the sky here in the town is not clear, but there are faint black clouds.

When I get up in the morning, the dim light that the sun shines through under the cover of dark clouds is not only unsettling.

On the contrary, it intensified the bad atmosphere and gave people the feeling that a storm was coming.

Most people won't like this weather... except for a small number of outliers.

Hannibal was the only well-dressed person drinking on the first floor.

He is obviously the kind of guy who is easily regarded as an outlier by most people.

In the dark morning, he held a glass of home-brewed bulk ale and sat on a small table in the corner of the tavern.

Drinking the first wheat drink of the morning with an extremely relaxed expression.

The golden liquid bubbles with golden foam, and the strong aroma of wheat overflows from it.

Such a large glass of chilled real beer only costs five copper talents.

In Hannibal's opinion, this is simply charity, the kind worthy of erecting a monument.

While Hannibal was sitting there leisurely drinking beer.

A voice that sounded full of energy came over.

"Hello, this is the "Chop Suey Pie with Sweet Fennel" you ordered, please use it slowly."

Hannibal raised his head and looked to the side.

I saw only one with a few freckles on his face.

The young and beautiful girl placed a big plate in front of herself.

Hannibal has been here for breakfast two days in a row.

He knew that the waitress' name was Charles and she had a very cheerful personality.

Such a girl...is Hannibal's favorite.

So he nodded towards the Charles gentleman and took out a silver taran as a tip.

When he saw the silver tallan, Ciel seemed a little surprised, but he still thanked him politely.

You know, even though she often receives tips in the pub on weekdays.

But most of them are just a few copper talons, and it is relatively rare to give silver coins directly to customers.

As expected of a gentleman in such a suit and leather shoes, he is so luxurious.

After giving the tip, Hannibal also turned his attention to the plate in front of him.

"Sweet fennel" is eaten as a vegetable here, and the base of the petiole is eaten.

In addition to its parsnip-like rosin, this root vegetable also has a slight citrus flavor.

It is crisp when eaten raw and soft and slightly sweet when cooked. It is often used with fish and meat.

It goes perfectly with the "chop suey pie" that looks oily and delicious on the plate.

The so-called "chop suey pie", as its name suggests, is made of offal meat.

Various leftovers or bone cuts with poor shape.

Mixed with some offal and fat, it is slowly roasted in the crust.

Several small slits were cut into the golden crust, and the strong aroma of meat emanated from the inside.

When he came here for dinner for the first time yesterday, Hannibal fell in love with the sweetbreads.

He tied the scarf on himself properly, picked up the knife and fork and cut it gracefully.

With a few cuts, the chop suey pie was evenly divided into five parts, revealing the gravy and minced meat inside.

Then use a table knife and a fork to put the pie crust and fillings covered in gravy into your mouth.

After tasting the meaty and cheap taste, Hannibal's lips raised a satisfied smile.

Frankly speaking, the food cooked in the tavern is not very sophisticated.

This sweetbread pie is simply added with some black pepper, sea salt and thyme.

The meaty aroma also carries a lot of miscellaneous flavors, and it tastes a bit greasy.

Of course, this is normal, after all, it contains offal, fat and a lot of minced meat.

Without sufficient fishy removal, although such a pie tastes delicious, not everyone can tolerate it.

The reason why this kind of meat pie is popular among drinkers in taverns depends on the willingness to add ingredients, rather than good cooking.

As for the fishy smell and miscellaneous smell, as long as it is paired with beer, it won't matter.

But Hannibal obviously didn't care about this, he didn't even need to eat it with beer.

Instead, he slowly enjoyed the various flavors inside and seemed to enjoy it.

The peculiar smell is also a delicious taste.

At least that's the case for Hannibal.

There are many foods that smell stinky, but they taste more delicious to him.

Although this may seem unusual, he enjoys it.

However, just as Hannibal was deliciously eating sweetbreads and sweet fennel.

A bald man who looked like an ordinary farmer sat on the table behind him.

The space in the tavern is not large, and the two chairs are almost touching each other.

The bald man ordered a glass of ale first, and then said without looking back:

"Where are we going?"

Huh huh? Is the wait finally here?

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then whispered:

"I plan to go to the French fries dock later."

"You misunderstood me, man. What I'm talking about is the ultimate goal of our life. In the final analysis, what is the purpose of living?"

"Watch the dock for French fries later."

"Well said, but it makes no sense."

......

Great, the passwords match.

After exchanging the codes, the two of them nodded slightly at the same time.

This bald man is one of the reasons why Hannibal came to this tavern for dinner two days in a row.

He had to wait for this man, the connector who would help him complete this mission.

This contact person happens to be a local resident of Neverwinter Town. He is born and raised and will definitely not arouse suspicion.

For Hannibal, who is unfamiliar with this place, he is definitely a very good assistant.

But the only thing that made Hannibal dissatisfied was...

This guy is actually a member of the "Mystery Walkers", and the secret code he assigned is weird.

But now "Mystery Walker" and "Fog City Cooking Association" are strategic partners.

And both sides have the same belief and the same goal.

So even if the members of the Mystery Walkers don't speak human language, Hannibal still has to rely on his power.

So, after successfully connecting with the helper, Hannibal whispered:

"Okay, now tell me about that monastery...in detail."

At this moment, Hannibal still doesn’t know.
Chapter completed!