Vane was woken up by a cacophony of noises. It seemed to be unusually early in the day in Casali, and the whole room was already brightly illuminated.

Vane got dressed and yawned and walked to the window. I don't know if it's an illusion, but he felt a few eyes retracted.

"You know, my cousin, who lives in the South Bay, invited me to dinner yesterday. In the alley in front of the inn, a dwarf was talking to the other two.

"Nonsense, why haven't I heard that you still have relatives in the Southern Bay. The tall man next to him said.

"I lie to you, he's my distant cousin. The two of us spent a full gold coin in the tavern!" said the dwarf with a proud face.

"I don't believe it, unless you tell me what the name of that tavern is. Another said.

"What's the wolf's ear called...... That's right, filthy wolf ears!"

"Wolf Ears, I know, it's in the middle of the bay ......"

"Bang!" Vane closed the window, woke Felder up, and walked out. Let's go to the port early, I hope to get a ticket, preferably today, Vane prayed in his heart.

The tavern on the ground floor looks like it's doing good business, and it's almost full. Vane made his way to the bartender and sat down on an empty barstool.

"What do you need sir?" asked the young bartending apprentice.

"A glass of Sorson beer. Vane said casually as he placed his arm on the dark brown wooden bartender. The fox smell emanating from a strong man next to him made his brow furrow.

"Sorry, we don't serve beer. The young bartender said with a smile.

"What's that?" Vane wondered.

"You can try a local specialty, the Casali. ”

Vane nodded, beckoned the maid to order a purple potato bread and two air-dried barracudas.

The bartending apprentice's childish face showed a more professional smile. Based on his own experience, he judged that the outsider in front of him was a rich man.

The apprentice took a goblet from the cup holder behind him and placed it on the bartender, wiped it with a clean white cloth, bent down and took out a few pieces of crushed ice from somewhere.

"This is natural ice from Sorson by express train. The apprentice explained. He enjoyed Vane's astonished gaze.

"A little strange juice ......" the apprentice picked up a glass bottle containing a pale yellow liquid and poured it into the goblet steadily, just before the ice cubes were broken.

"Add rum ......" The golden liquid flowed down the inside of the glass and stopped less than halfway through.

Then the apprentice scooped something from the jar next to him with a spoon and put it in, and said to himself, "A few grains of sea salt from Casali, and of course the pungent Montedia pepper and chili sauce. ”

"Now comes the most crucial part, add the Red Flame Raspberry Juice ......" The apprentice held the goblet in his left hand and picked up a bottle filled with fiery red liquid in his right hand. His left hand shook slightly horizontally, and his right hand slowly poured Chiyan raspberry juice into it.

As the glass continued to shake, the fiery red raspberry juice and the golden rum quickly fused, and soon the color became bright red as blood.

Vane was fascinated when the apprentice stopped. He placed the goblet on the bartender and inserted a dried barracuda out of nowhere.

The apprentice pushed the goblet in front of Vane, looked at him with a smile and said, "Done! ”

Wayne took the cup and put it under his nose and sniffed it, a sour smell peculiar to red raspberries, mixed with a complex pungent smell into his nose, made him want to sneeze.

Can this thing really be drunk?" Vane was very unsure, he hesitated, pinched the tail of the dried barracuda, and stirred......

"Vane!" Felder descended the stairs and walked briskly towards Vane.

"Okay, you kid is here alone for a sneaky drink!" Felder walked over to Vane, grabbed the glass, looked at the bright red cocktail, and muttered, "Red raspberry juice with air-dried barracuda?" Just a little thirsty—"

Vane's lips moved, and before he could utter a word, Felder had already taken a large gulp.

A second later, Felder's face turned the color of pork liver. He couldn't resist squirting the cocktail, and swallowed it one bite at a time, tears streaming down his cheeks. The bartending apprentice next to him still maintained a professional smile, but the smile seemed to be a little stronger.

"What are you drinking, Feld?" said Elena, coming from behind.

Felder took a hard breath and said with a grim face, "Red Flame Raspberry Juice." ”

......

As it turned out, Casali did have an earlier time than Obojar. When the members of the Black Ghost set off, it looked like Obohar's noon outside. There was no heat wave in the air yet, but the scorching sun wasn't so pleasant.

In the alley leading to the docks, Felder wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the kettle and poured it into his mouth. The rest of the people who followed behind were also weak, like dehydrated prawns.

"Stop, routine check!" a few people stood here and there near the exit of the alley. They wore uniform blue shirts with an intricate pattern of golden mistletoe branches.

"Carrying weapons is not allowed in the Central Bay. One of the bald heads stopped Felder and said to him. The bald head doesn't look very tall, but he is domineering.

"Sir, we're going to the harbor in the Central Bay to take a boat. Felder said. He deliberately leaned forward, revealing the badge on his chest.

"It turned out to be my own people, let's go over!" the bald head waved his big hand, and the few people behind him made a way.

Vane found out that they weren't checking everyone, but only a few of the people who came out of the alley.

"Hey, brother, it's your first time in Casali, right?" a young guard in the back called Felder to him.

He looked to be in his early twenties, not much older than Felder, and pointed to the wide street behind him, and said very enthusiastically, "See that street? It was originally called Bright Street, and after that you enter the Middle Bay." Interestingly, the people of the Beibu Bay call it Dawn Street, while the people of the Central Bay call it Twilight Street. It's a great irony......"

"Bill, come here, stop talking nonsense!" shouted the bald head.

"Enjoy the sun and sand of the Central Bay!" the guard called Bill winked at the crowd and turned to run.

After crossing Bright Street, the surroundings changed completely. The winding streets have become much wider. The house continues the architectural style of white walls and red roofs, but it is much more refined and tidy. The ground is not spotless, but there is no large piece of garbage.

The sight of goblins, dwarves and elves on the streets shows that this famous tourist city is not for nothing.

A group of people shuttled through the streets of the Central Bay, and several people were like dehydrated and dying shrimp back in the water, everyone had a smile on their faces, and the hot air seemed to become warmer.

Wayne walked behind with the map, looking at the few partners in front of him, but he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. The few of them had only been in the Gulf of Tonkin for a day, and that despair immediately entangled each of them.

Are people living in the Gulf of Tonkin inherently inferior? Of course not, but they cannot break out of this cruel shackle, and the fate of most people is already determined from birth.

"Wow, the sea!" Vane's ethereal thoughts were pulled back to reality by a scream from Ace.