"What kind of Solsen beer is this, it's as bad as bat! Where's the boss? I want the money back!" shouted a middle-aged man in a peaked wizard's hat and shabby gray robes. The man's eyes were sunken, and his emaciated cheeks made him look unusually tired.

The tavern, which had been bustling just now, fell silent in an instant.

"What's the matter? Lena asked with a stiff smile.

"What's the matter? Are you little tavern just like this? Do you see if this beer is drunk by people?" said the middle-aged man dressed as a magician, tapping his fingers on the table.

"All the wine in our House of Green Violin comes from the Herbersel Dungeon ...... in Salson".

"I don't care about shit, I just need a fair result, and that's a refund!" interrupted the pointed hat impatiently.

"How dare you denigrate our wine from Solson, I'll try it, I'll break your leg if you lie, and make me a new shirt out of your hat!" a dwarf with a brown straw beard stood up, his muscles knotted, and screamed as he walked to the corner table.

"I've got some left in this glass, and you can taste it for yourself, esteemed winemaker. The pointed hat looked at him with disdain in his eyes. "Savage mindless guys. He thought to himself.

The brown-bearded dwarf didn't care, picking up the large wooden mug and pouring it into his mouth.

"Poof......" Brownbeard squirted a large sip of the wine he had just drunk on the table, and coughed several times in succession, trying to cough out the wine he had drunk. "It's so hard to drink, it's really like bat, it's just bad wine that has been put out for an unknown amount of time!"

The dwarf had always been outspoken, and now he thought that the innkeeper must have deliberately bullied this poor man out of town with bad wine. This middle-aged human is dressed so shabby, and he looks down. Of course, this hat is still good, and it is just right to use it as a shirt.

The eyes of the entire tavern were focused on the owner who bowed his head and pretended to wipe the wine bottle.

The owner was a man of about fifty years old, somewhat Mediterranean, with a small amount of hair that was half white. This kind of thing happens from time to time in taverns, and no one can prove that the wine served to the guests is okay, so you can't taste it yourself, right?

The boss raised his head a little helplessly, "That guest, I'm sorry, due to our mistake, all your expenses this time are free, and the money will be refunded to you as ordered, is it okay?"

The man in the pointed hat softened his face a little, and was about to count the other party again, and when he was full of food and drink without spending a copper coin, a small voice came from a distance.

"He's a liar, and there's magic herbs in his cup. ”

"Boy, don't spew blood!" Pointed Hat gritted his teeth as he looked at the spoiler.

Pointed Hat is a down-and-out wandering magician who is lazy and often "eats and drinks for free" in the taverns of the Beseka Kingdom. The trick of bat poop has been tried and tested repeatedly, not only eating and drinking, but also saving a "huge sum" of more than a dozen silver coins.

I can't see that "free beer" is not drunk. The pointed hat didn't laugh angrily, "Why do you say that I released bat? Don't always bully poor people, is the atmosphere in the kingdom so bad now?"

"I didn't say the herbs in the cup were bat. Vane glanced at him and replied faintly.

The surrounding guests laughed all at once.

"Haha, what a fool who doesn't admit himself. ”

"I've heard of such scoundrels before, who often cheat on food and drink in taverns and inns, but I didn't expect to see them with my own eyes today. ”

"Boy, today I admit it, and I will pay a lot of money. The pointed hat glared at Vain. The appearance of long-term alcoholism and emaciation, coupled with a red face and red ears, and a pointed hat, is a hairless monkey. As he spoke, he lifted his hat, threw a handful of copper coins on the table, and turned to leave.

"Wait. The Mediterranean boss said, "I don't care if you cheat and drink, but you almost ruined my tavern's business, you can't just leave!"

The pointed hat stared at the boss, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure, as if facing a beast, but this feeling disappeared in an instant. The pointed hat shuddered, "What do you want?"

"Drink this glass of wine and you're good to go. There was another burst of laughter in the tavern.

The pointed hat looked at the crowd around him, took off his hat and clutched it in his left hand, gritted his teeth, picked up the large wooden cup, and poured the rest of the beer into his mouth in one gulp. With a red neck, he squeezed out of the crowd and quickly left the tavern.

"He's feeling better tonight, bat poop is enough to empty his stomach. Felder gloated next to Vaane.

Vane looked at the door and shook his head, "Inflicted on himself." ”

"Uncle, I'll help you purify the bat, otherwise you'll have diarrhea for a while. ”

"Thank you so much, young man!" said the brown-bearded dwarf laughed.

"It's a gesture. With that, Vane quickly took out a small piece of borax and a piece of holly leaf from his satchel, held it in the palm of his hand, and chanted a spell with a sapphire staff in his hand. The inscription on the staff glowed pale green, looming. Soon, the green light became fainter and fainter, while the sapphire on the top of the staff was full of green, and the surrounding air also produced imperceptible fluctuations. At the moment when the incantation was chanted, the green light condensed into a ball of light the size of a baby's fist, leaving the staff and instantly sinking into the dwarf's body.

There are three types of magic in the world: light, darkness, and nature, and each of them is roughly divided into three levels: low, medium, and high. To cast magic, you need not only to chant the corresponding spell, but also to have the corresponding magic herbs and enough sources of magic power. "Purification" belongs to the primary magic of the natural system, which only needs the two common medicinal materials of holly and borax, and consumes less mental power, even so, Vane still feels a little weak.

"It's amazing that the disgusting smell is gone, and my stomach doesn't rumble! Thank you, young man!" said Uncle Dwarf gave Vane a warm hug with his thick arms.

"You're welcome...... How do you ...... I can't speak...... "Vane felt a little out of breath after this "warm hug".

Dwarves are good at everything, but they are too enthusiastic!

After this little turmoil, the tavern returned to its usual hustle and bustle, the maids began to busy, and the guests began to push and change glasses. Vane and Felder also returned to their small tables.

Wayne pulled the old yellowed map out of his bag, and Felder snatched it up, "Let me take a look first." ”

After all, there are very few people who really know about Floating City. It's student vacation time, and it's impossible to go to the Academy of Magic to find mentors, magicians are adventurous, free-spirited people, and it's already great to be able to stay in the academy for a few months, and now they must have gone on adventures all over the world. Vane fell into deep thought.

"Floating City?" a man's voice pulled Vane's thoughts back to reality.