In an alley tavern at the corner of the inner city of Vizima, the lights were bright until late at night, and the candles lit by whale oil exuded a slightly pungent aroma.
The tavern, which until just now was filled with all kinds of noises, was now silent, which seemed out of place in the noisy night of Vizima.
However, no one noticed anything unusual here.
Han Baiyi and Borch sat opposite each other on a wooden table in the corner of the tavern.
Borchi, a muscular man with a height of more than 1.9 meters in human form, was nestled in front of the table. His body was slightly stooped, his thick and hairy arms were huddled under the table, and his head was always lowered. He was obviously a little restrained and quite third-class.
A shy little girl on a date with a boy.
His hands were always in the pockets of his pants, fumbling for something unknown.
Han Baiyi's expression was a little complicated.
Shocked! What should I do if my identity as a time traveler is revealed by the natives of this world on the first day of time travel? Wait online.
This outfit is too unreliable.
Han Baiyi silently picked up the black oatmeal wine and took a sip, then turned around and spit it out with a pale face.
It's bitter, astringent, and woody.
It's a shame they can drink so happily.
Han Baiyi turned around and glanced at the drinkers around him.
In the originally noisy tavern, all the drinkers were sitting at their tables blankly as if they had lost their souls.
The thirty-meter-wide street centered on this tavern turned into an empty ghost street after being swept by the legendary old golden dragon in front of him with a [Driving Humans] shot.
The drinkers in these taverns were cast under sleeping spells and seemed to be able to remain seated. In fact, they were all so sleepy that they couldn't wake up even if their chrysanthemums bloomed.
Han Baiyi looked at the old dragon in front of him and frowned.
"are you done?"
"Right away! Right away!"
Borch quickly agreed twice, and yanked his hands from his trouser pockets. The space at the opening of the trouser pockets rolled up as if it was being distorted by a magic mirror, but the surrounding air did not move at all.
Under Borch's strong tugging, a blood-red stick-shaped object two to three meters long was forcefully pulled out of his pocket.
It hit the wooden table with a loud thud.
Stretch out as far as either side of the table.
Bloody and bloody!
Looking at the four lower legs of the wooden table that he had reinforced and supported with his own magic machine, they made an unbearable squeaking sound. Han Baiyi felt so distressed that tears could not help but flow from the corners of his mouth.
Borch looked at the thing in front of him seriously, putting his hands on it to emit a faint red light. His serious posture was like the best enchantment master painting his own work.
Han Baiyi also watched carefully.
Then, the glimmer of light in Borch's palm slowly solidified, forming a series of light red characters like tadpoles.
"laugh--"
The characters were pasted on it, making a slightly harsh sound, followed by a stream of green smoke, wrapped in the aroma of barbecue.
Bolqi, however, did not dare to be careless. He held the rune in his hand and wiped it little by little on the flesh. Long eyes formed vertical pupils in his eye sockets. He carefully observed the heat and roasting maturity, not daring to make any deviations.
When the heat was almost done, he carefully pinched a handful of spices from his pocket and sprinkled them evenly on the barbecue in front of him.
Han Baiyi's nose twitched slightly.
This taste.
Fragrant and fragrant.
After completing all the previous roasting steps, Borch cut the roasted leg in front of him into eight pieces with a serious look on his face, and stabbed it open with one vertical line and three horizontal lines like a fat man cutting his abdominal muscles, with clean and neat movements.
In his hand, he took out a few clean long swords left behind by someone who had singled out the evil dragon, placed them on the table, and picked up the big pieces of meat like skewers.
It feels a bit like a Turkish barbecue master.
Borch turned the hilt of his sword in front of Han Baiyi and stretched out his hand towards the large meat skewer.
"Dragon roasted black salt griffon hind legs!"
"Please taste it."
Han Baiyi grabbed the hilt of the sword, lifted the barbecue and smelled it.
It has a spicy flavor, like black pepper mixed with mustard.
But I was really hungry, and I had consumed too much in this world. After just walking a short distance, I felt empty inside my body, as if even my internal organs had been digested.
Carrying the consumption of a world is indeed fatal.
"So? What do you want?"
Han Baiyi ate the barbecue and asked vaguely to Bolqi.
Can tell at a glance his identity as a person from another world, legendary realm, biological level 20, race: golden dragon.
In the wizarding world, no one can be considered weak.
He really didn't know what there was in him that deserved this legendary golden dragon to be so concerned about.
When Borch heard the first question from Han Baiyi, his eyes sharpened instantly, and his pupils rolled in his eye sockets.
'——The old Dragon King once said that gods and astral travelers at advanced life levels can easily see through the alignment, heart and intentions of mortal creatures like us, so it is extremely stupid to lie in front of the powerful.'
'However, he should know that I know about this matter, so why would this respected gentleman do it?'
'Or, he doesn't know... No, no, no, how is this possible? He must have known what I was thinking.'
'So, I only thought about the first floor, but this gentleman has already thought about the fifth floor.'
'Wait! I understand!'
Borch, who had an extremely rich inner drama, suddenly realized it after some extremely difficult thinking.
‘You are asking me to express my position!’
'How can an astral traveler bring strangers with him?!'
Then, Borch straightened his back seriously and bowed his head slightly in the direction of Han Baiyi.
"As long as you can take me into the star realm with you, Borch is willing to serve as the sword in your hand. If I can accompany you, I am willing to give up my belief in the Dragon God Bahamut! And I will give up my belief in the dragon god Bahamut!"
I swear my loyalty to you. If you don’t believe it, I will start reciting the prayer of betrayal right now!”
"A message to Baha, Lord of the Good Dragon..."
"Stop! Just wait a moment!"
Han Baiyi puffed up his cheeks and chewed the gryphon's thigh hard while waving his hand to interrupt Bolqi's movements.
Seeing Borqi holding his chest and closing his eyes as he began to pray, looking completely desperate, Han Baiyi looked confused.
Did he say anything informative?
However, it seemed that I had deceived him out of nowhere?
Han Baiyi raised his brows and thought.
Fortunately, I also have an additional channel to obtain information about the world.
"Follow if you want, but I won't stay here for long. If you want to leave this world with me, you still need to see your contribution..."
"And to walk like ordinary people in this world, we always need some convenient general equivalents."
Han Baiyi said casually.
Golden Dragon Borchi's expression suddenly froze.
General equivalent?!
Relevant knowledge quickly flashed through Borch's mind.
General equivalents are special commodities that are separated from the commodity world and serve as a unified expression of the value of all other commodities. Generally, currency is the main expression.
currency......
It’s money, gold, treasures, gems, golden little cuties—the precious collection I’ve accumulated over nine hundred and eighty-seven years?!
"Gudong."
Borch swallowed deeply.
As we all know, golden dragons are the most greedy of all metal dragons.
'Is this...also a test for this gentleman!'
‘This is cutting flesh from a dragon alive!’
'How cruel!?'
Han Baiyi continued to nibble on the barbecue in his mouth, and looked at Bolqi, who looked like he was constipated, strangely.
When you abandoned Bahamut's faith just now, you didn't seem so distressed, right?
Borch sat in a chair.
I opened my mouth several times but no sound came out, as if I lost my voice out of thin air, and tears could be seen faintly in my eyes.
At this moment, the sound of dense metal boots suddenly came from the street outside.
"Sir! This is where the magic reaction comes from!"
"Surround!"
Hearing some faint noises, Han Baiyi continued to eat the barbecue with a nonchalant expression.
Golden Dragon Bolqi suddenly became energetic.
The next second, I saw a tall non-commissioned officer kicking in the door, drawing his sword, pointing forward and shouting:
"Everyone! Squat down with your head in your hands!"