The punk's adventure is coming to an end, but he is still spending time patiently searching for the library on the Eye of the Mechanics, but he doesn't know that on an inconspicuous small plane of the multiverse, a decadent young man in a robe in a scattered slutty tavern drinking glass after glass of inferior white wine.

This is the Modifik plane, a relatively prosperous and quiet small plane. According to ancient legends, this plane was originally just a desolate half-plane floating everywhere in the astral world. It was a legendary wizard called "Dead Wenfeng Lantern" who transformed it and brought immigration from other planes. After a long period of development, Modifik, who is now popular, was created.

Of course, the reason why legend is called legend is because it cannot be verified. According to legend, the powerful spellcaster who created the Modifik plane never came back after an unknown "travel", and this world once ruled by legendary professions also gained real freedom...

Perhaps it can be called freedom. At least on the surface, the Modifik plane has not been visited by new legendary professions for nearly 200,000 years. Here, even the "legend" itself has long become an unknown mysterious legend. Apart from those ancient legends, there are only two kingdoms with huge populations and wars that break out from time to time, ruling tens of thousands of cities. The poor people ignorant of the big words have repeated the ordinary and difficult days for generations. Ordinary people can only drink a glass of inferior wine in such a tavern in such a tavern on occasion.

There is no elegance and elegance, and there is no so-called elegance and luxury. Stained floors and cracked wooden wine glasses are the background tone of this poor entertainment venue. Although the tavern owner will follow the tradition and invite a crappy bard to sing those vulgar songs that people like, the bustling sounds of the drunkards are long enough to ignore the bad singing styles that run out of tune to grandma's house.

Will people with real status come to such places? How is it possible?

Just like a wealthy boss is definitely not able to eat barbecue at a roadside stall. Such a place that can be quarrels endlessly at night will only make nobles and professionals disgusted. Even alcoholics often avoid here when they don’t drink, let alone those real strong people who are generous.

At least in the eyes of the maid Aina, the guys she comes into contact with every day will always be a group of drunken drunks, no matter how many years it has passed. And her 17-year-old girl will always be a fairy woman who uses "fifty copper coins a night" as a price for additional wages to subsidize her family. She is really matched with these drunks and such taverns.

But as the saying goes, there are thousands of people and all things, and the drunkards in the tavern have their own differences. Some drunkards are the kind of guys who are looking for trouble for a day without beating or being beaten up all over. Some drunkards are the kind of idiots who brag loudly when they get drunk, and some drunkards... Well, there is also a "drunk" that is completely different from other drunkards, because only this man who drinks white wine one after another and sighs will sit in the most remote corner without making noise or making noise, and be quiet.

It's as lonely and confused as the moonlight at night.

It seems that although he is sitting in the most typical low-class tavern, he is wearing the worst linen clothes and the worst-quality mixed white wine, his temperament is incompatible with ordinary alcoholics, which is of course one of the reasons why no one comes to him to chat.

It must be admitted that a weird person who is incompatible with the environment is sometimes quite easy for people to be curious, especially for girls in their youth, this kind of man who exudes a "story" meaning in his whole body has a very special mysterious attraction. After all, even if the girl's job is a business of "fifty copper coins a night", it does not mean that she does not have the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness that belongs to normal people, right?

So on such a noisy and chaotic night as always, Anna, who avoided the seven or eight brave men around, mustered up the courage to walk towards the mysterious man as if he was calm.

"How about fifty copper coins in one night? This guy? I am the most honest batch on this street."

She gently pulled her short skirt upwards. Aina, who originally wanted to "chat normally" but showed a piece of white thigh, was completely habitually speaking her words about attracting customers.

Well, maybe it sounds a bit too straightforward. It doesn’t require too much concealment in this kind of place. The flesh and blood business is also a business. The business requires clear price tags to be happy. What’s more, this young man in linen clothes looks pretty handsome when he takes a closer look. If something really happens, Aina feels that she will definitely not mind.

Well, yes, it just "feels" doesn't mind, after all, she doesn't have the capital to "choose" and not mind.

“…………”

"Dang lang lang".

This is the sound of a silver coin thrown on the table.

"Go and get another bottle of wine, and don't pay attention to me."

It was like a real drunk yelling around impatiently. The man who drank all the strong wine in the glass looked a little confused and unconscious.

Although his impatience does not seem to be affected by alcohol...

The price of a silver coin is quite "not to be overlooked" in such a tavern. After all, this is the value of Aina for two nights. Not to mention buying a bottle of inferior wine, it is enough to buy ten bottles.

Generally speaking, since you have already received such a generous "tip" in the hands of such a bad-looking guest, the real old tavern maid will naturally follow the guests' instructions to bring drinks, without trying unnecessary questions that may lead to your own beating.

But Aina, who was still young, was not an "old fried dough stick". Seeing that the man in front of her was far more generous than ordinary drunkards, she was even more curious about her customers.

In the little maid's perception, it is impossible for those idiots who don't spend all their money and don't leave the barrel to take out a silver coin. Those who can squander silver coins at will must be... people with serious family business!

But shouldn't such a person work hard day and night for his livelihood? How could he sit in the tavern while drinking and sighing?

Aina was sure she had seen this man for five consecutive nights, and every time she drank, she would use a scary attitude of "trying to drink yourself to death" until the next morning before she could stop.

So driven by half of curiosity and half of sympathy, this time, while carefully putting away the silver coins, she did not immediately get the liquor as usual, but chose to carefully ask the decadent man softly:

"Sir... sir, you have been drinking for five consecutive nights. If this continues, the human body will collapse. Why don't you go home?"
Chapter completed!