The Ideal of the Remaining City Across the Sky Chapter 71 Old age, poor memory
Zogwen planned to have a simple meal before heading to the splendid Jigwen Pai Hall.
We walked into a lively tavern. Since it was not far from the square, all the people eating inside were explorers.
As soon as you enter this store, you can smell the various fragrances mixed together. Not to mention the smell, several of the maids are actually stunning beauties.
He just thought it was a good time and stopped by to inquire about the news. The consumption in this place was quite normal, and the food and wine were not expensive.
Zogwen found a place to sit down, and then ordered a five paise deluxe set meal for one person!
When the first dish was served, he asked the waiter: "Which faction is your territory here?"
In response to this question, the blond maid who brought the fried pork chops just shook her head and hissed slightly.
Looking down at the dish, it was golden fried smoked meat wrapped in bread crumbs. There were four small bowls on the plate containing soybean sauce, homemade barbecue powder based on cumin and chili, crushed salt and pepper peanuts and
minced garlic.
When the staple food and the second dish were served, Zogwen skillfully cut the fried food with a knife, and the waiter who served the dish said: "Dear maid, the dishes here look so rich, but they are of high quality and low price.
It’s really rare to see it. I dare to ask where the ingredients are sourced.”
The shorter maid with reddish hair who brought the staple food tilted her head and said, "Hey, I don't know either." This waitress didn't look like she was lying, she was so cute.
The main dish is thick-cut whole-wheat bread with blueberry jam spread on it, with plenty of salad red beans on top. The second dish is peeled and stewed blue beans garnished with raw marinated river fish fillets and steamed soft-boiled eggs. It is probably stewed.
After a long time, it melts in your mouth when you grind it with your tongue, and the salty taste is just right.
Zogwen slowly coated half of the fried food with sauce and took a bite. He tried the side without sauce to feel the taste. Then he scooped up a spoonful of stewed lan beans with a spoon and spread it on
Put it on whole wheat bread and eat it in one bite. This bite is salty and sweet together, and I don’t know what the weird way to eat it is.
This third dish is a small piece of lean meat that has been fried into fat and is placed into a hollowed-out roasted sweet potato. It is also served with some yellow noodles with unknown sauce. And at the end is a refreshing cup of
Add ice mint sweet water.
After gargling his mouth with mint water, Zogwen inserted a fork into the yellow noodles. Roll it up slightly, make it into a ball, and put it into a spoon. Then he used a skewer to insert some fat meat residue into the dough on the spoon.
superior.
From the corner of his eye, Zogwen noticed that almost everyone sitting nearby looked over. This issue might be a bit sensitive. But at least no one stood up and came to make trouble. He looked briefly at the people around him with eyes closed and wide open.
With his mouth, he swallowed the whole spoon full of sauce, noodles and oil residue. He gently bit open the elastic noodles and let them explode in his mouth.
There are explorers of all levels eating in this place. There are several children who look like the lowest level explorers, and their equipment is very simple or even shabby. There are also several pieces of equipment with mysterious patterns carved on them, and their muscles are also
The very well-proportioned guy might be a high-ranking explorer, they even sat at the same table.
In Zogwen's view, this area is a battleground for the military strategists of many factions. He feels that many factions want to get involved in this core restaurant. Part of what Bandrow speculated is definitely correct, but he has eaten less than half of the food.
I have already heard a lot of useful information.
First of all, there are two strongest factions, one of which is the Zigwen faction that I heard before, and its pronunciation is two-thirds similar to Zorgwen's name.
Another faction is called the Haters, also known as the Madmen Faction. This faction has a very bad relationship with Jigwen, and they quarrel or even fight when they meet.
He thought for a while, then waved to the lady who looked like the head maid (of course, these waiters were not maids, so there was no head maid), and then asked in a low voice: "If you want to join any of these factions,
So what is the most suitable way, or the most universal stepping stone?”
"Hmm...show your fighting power or potential." The waiter with dark blue hair and maid uniform had a neutral voice. If you were close, you could see the slight Adam's apple on his neck.
After drinking and eating, Zogwen rushed directly to the headquarters of Jigwen's family. "I hope they will still open the door at night."
The strongest faction is indeed the strongest faction. There are rows of faces, and that is called a row of faces. Except for the areas with windows outside the door and all the furniture inside the door, they are all mixed with fine gold. "You can use fine gold for decoration, but you can use fine gold for decoration."
It’s really rich and powerful.”
There is the highest level of permanent anti-magic force field inside the entire building. Is it an anti-magic force field? The possibility of causing riots by exposing the face of the dark elves in this city is unlikely, because relatively speaking, the tolerance here will be stronger.
There are indeed some strange-looking guys, and there are also one or two wood elves.
Zogwen, who was dressed in a purple traveler outfit, walked towards the entrance in a dusty state and planned to knock on the door. Although the faction stronghold was equivalent to a private residence, since the lobby was open, he also wanted to greet guests.
Then I saw a surprising scene. In the room, a guy wearing full body armor and emanating electricity was fighting with a man holding a spear made of ice. A short girl with purple hair and blazing fire was chasing a man with a gun in his right hand.
A boy of gray stone, a man whose whole body is surrounded by air currents. Guys with weird-shaped heads of unknown genders are trying hard to stun a bald head with a leafy branch growing on its head... And not only that, those guys who look normal are dressed up
They are also making trouble or fighting with each other.
There are sound insulation measures, so Zogwen can't hear the sound inside at all from outside.
"They all seem to be very individual people. I hope I can find the right friends here." Having said that, can Zogwen's character really get along with others?
The only person currently maintaining order was a tall man, but no one listened to him, so he chose to knock out those who were making trouble.
Although the scene was extremely chaotic, judging from the environment, it still looked like a large tavern. There was a little girl on the bar watching this scene with interest.
After seeing such a noisy scene, Zogwen politely, calmly, and unhurriedly reached out and knocked on the door, and then walked in. The moment he walked in, he felt what it meant to be upset. There were dozens of people
Someone is yelling.
Most people didn't notice Zogwen, and those who noticed didn't seem to care, but the tall man punched one away, kicked another one down, and worked hard to get closer to Zogwen.
There was something else being said, but Zogwen couldn't hear it clearly.
The market-like environment was indeed a bit overwhelming. After patting his chest to calm down, he planned to go directly to what looked like a counter.
"Who are you looking for, or do you want to inform about something?" This tall man stretched out his hand very well, and when Zogwen only took ten steps, he knocked over seven people and came over.
"ntm!" A guy who had been knocked over rushed over. The tall man hit the back with his elbow without looking back and knocked the guy away.
"I am an explorer who came here from Bolan. I hope to join your faction's dungeon expedition and enter the depths of the dungeon to obtain what I want, which is a high-purity source energy crystal."
"That's what you're talking about." A light blue prism crystal containing a large amount of pure magic appeared in his hand.
Zogwen's eyes lit up again! "So, how can we obtain such a precious thing? If there is any need, you can issue a commission and I will accept it and complete it. Or you can allow me to participate in the dungeon expedition and do it on my own.
Search, this matter is related to the future of the Royal Court of Bolan, please leave it to you." Then he bowed respectfully.
And he showed the token he had asked for from his employer before - there was no such thing, and there was no such thing as the Royal Court of Bolan.
"What is the Royal Court of Bolan?"
“I’ve never heard of it,” the two people next to me said while talking back.
"That is an industrial city-state in the south, and then there is the Mage Association." Zogwen immediately realized that he had remembered it wrong. It was not that he couldn't understand human social relations, it was just that he had a bad memory and liked to make up his mind.
.This is thanks to the fact that mages do not rely on memorizing spell models in their heads. Their spell casting ability depends entirely on the charity of the sect leader.
"You have three lives to get into the deep level with these bastards, and we have no plans to go into the deep level during the recent break." The tall man shook his head. "We don't have anything to entrust."
"Or let's sign a contract. It's that kind of magic contract. You give me something, and I'm bound by the contract to help you do things." Zogwen has been a contract magician for many years, and he is a professional counterpart in this area.
"I don't know why you are obsessed with this thing, but we really don't have such a need." When he said this, he stretched out his fist to knock down another one.
"Then let's put this aside in advance. About applying to join the group...is it okay?" He meant to join the faction, but he used the wrong way of expression, and his social skills were infinitely close to negative.
"Are you sincere? That's okay... Wen Steen, stop playing around and come over to help teleport."
"Eh?!" The angry purple-haired girl came over and asked, "Is it the same ice cave on the thirteenth floor?"
Zogwen doesn't quite understand which floors are which, and has forgotten the information he obtained before, but since it seems to be the right one, let's go.
"Well." The tall man turned to Zogwen: "If you can't beat him, let this kid help you."
"Then let's go!" The girl immediately used teleportation.
What was exciting and thrilling was that the two of them appeared in the water at this time, and the girl activated another teleportation spell and disappeared in the water the next moment.
"What just happened?" And there was a giant shark in the waters where Zogwen was.