A two-story castle is quietly located on the hillside of the Shangcheng District. Because the castle is not high and the surrounding trees are quite tall and lush, most of the castle is hidden under the branches and leaves.

The overall shape of the castle is very elegant, without too much complex decoration, but instead highlights an alternative classical elegance through the simple and soothing beauty of the lines. It is said that when many people first see this castle, they will regard it as a giant blue ice diamond with shiny light.

This castle is by no means the most dazzling of many entertainment venues in the Upper Town. Whether it is the bloody and cruel Batello Gladiator, the magnificent Bifei Casino, or the ambiguous and charming Fengyue Island, they are more famous and popular than this castle. But its tranquility is unique in the entire Upper Town. This is also one of the reasons why Durand loves this place the most.

This castle has a very appropriate name: Blue Spirit Castle.

Dala——Durand placed the iconic musket on a round table made of blue stone crystals and sat down peacefully. He tapped the table gently, and an elderly waiter soon appeared in front of him, bowed humbly, and smiled and said, "Mr. Durand, I haven't seen you for a while. Is it still 'Gray Roland' today?"

Durand also smiled: "Old Holt, when did I come here without ordering 'Grey Roland'? Everything will be the same."

“As you wish.”

Ten minutes later, a huge goblet that was thirty centimeters tall was placed on the table in front of Durand. There were two kinds of liquids in the cup, one scarlet and the other light blue. The two liquids were clearly separated from each other, without a trace of fusion. The most strange thing is that the two were not layered up and down, but separated from left to right, and I don’t know how to do it. Old Hort steadily put down the goblet, then gently flicked his fingers, and a faint flame immediately emerged from his fingertips. A pious smile appeared on his face. When he blew gently, the flame immediately flew out with the wind and fell into the goblet.

A column of fire more than one meter high was silently sprayed out at the mouth of the cup. After the flames disappeared, the original two-color wine in the goblet disappeared, leaving only a strange light gray wine.

"Very perfect." Durand exclaimed sincerely.

"It's my honor." Old Hot's etiquette is always perfect.

After owing slightly, Old Hot left quietly. He knew that every time Durand called "Grey Roland", he did not want to be disturbed, so he left silently and left Durand with a relatively quiet environment.

This is the first floor lobby of Blue Ling Castle. It is similar to a bar, and it is said to be "similar" because not every guest here is for drinking. In fact, only half of the guests here have drinks on the table. The rest of the people sat in groups of three or three, chatting with each other, or saying nothing, just sitting here in a daze. The waiters coming and going are roughly divided into two categories: one is the old man who is over fifty years old and elegant, and the other is the elf girl who is equally elegant and polite, but pure, charming and tempting.

But these have nothing to do with Durand.

He snuffed with a small sip of "Grey Roland", his lowered eyes always landed on the water in the cup, as if he could see something from it. As for all the people or things around him, he had completely ignored them.

Grey Roland, a special wine of Blue Spirit Castle, is said to be that few bartenders can make it on the entire continent. This is a strange wine. It is said that the first person to create it is not a pure human, but a mixed race of humans, dwarfs, and elves. The man left the method and characteristics of Grey Roland to commit suicide. When he was discovered three days later, people found that he had tasted the Grey Roland he made and committed suicide.

Gray Roland can make people hallucinate, and even powerful pros cannot resist its illusion effects.

Durand stared at the surface of the wine. Others seemed to think nothing was abnormal, but for Durand, what he saw was a dazzling starry sky!

Countless lights intertwined and eventually gathered into a big star of seven colors. This star was dazzling but not dazzling. Everyone who stared at it would be involuntarily shocked by its beauty. Durand was no exception.

This big star is Durand's hometown, Sendlow.

The illusion suddenly disappeared, and Durand realized that the cup had already bottomed out before he knew it. He smiled and sat up straight again.

After returning from a mission, Durand would come to Blue Spirit Castle. Every time he came to Blue Spirit Castle, he would order a glass of gray Roland. This was a habit he had developed in the past five years. Every time he tasted Gray Roland, he could see countless planes from the ordinary gray wine, and the center of the countless planes was Sendlow.

At this time, a pair of light and soft little hands pressed on Durand's shoulders and then gently kneaded them.

Durand didn't have to look back to know who the person was. The entire Blue Spirit Castle would do this, and only one person dared to do this. He simply leaned back on the back of the chair and enjoyed the free massage with peace of mind. He smiled and said, "It's great, keep going."

"Yeah, obey the order."

"A little bit to the left."

"Okay...comfortable?"

"Haha, with your massage skills, no one would say it was uncomfortable, right? Crystal." Durand smiled.

Crystal is a sea elf and the waiter of Blue Spirit Castle. She has long water-blue hair, with natural wave curls, and is draped to the back. She has a delicate and youthful melon-shaped face, but her eyes are as hazy as smoke. After hearing Durand's words, she said softly: "Crystal has never touched other men so far, nor has it been touched by other men. But Mr. Durand, if you don't take any action, Crystal will have to massage other men."

"Stop it..." Durand waved his hand and signaled Crystal to stop, and said angrily: "You have never touched other men, I believe, but what does it mean to say 'no 'other' men have touched you'? It seems like I have touched you. In addition, if you don't want to, there are few men in the Shepherd City who dare to force you to massage? With your lady protecting you, I don't think there will be such a fool or a slut..."
Chapter completed!