Barry rode slowly into the city, he needed to find a restaurant to fill his hungry stomach, after all, he hadn't had a good night's rest.

"Restaurant, restaurant, restaurant, hotel..."

Barry kept looking left and right, hoping to see a sign that matched his heart.

The pedestrians on the street are sparse, but none of these people come and go who look lazy, either a fierce man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with a fierce face, or a mercenary with a gun on his waist.

In fact, Barry was a little puzzled, how did a city like this, which is mostly a member of the Discord, be built, knowing that resources are a big problem.

What should they do with their daily eating and drinking, they will not be these criminals, they will all go to farming!

Thinking of those vicious-looking guys, constantly waving their hoes in the field, thinking that they could get a few grains of rice, Barry couldn't help but laugh.

I knew it wasn't possible, but it was still a lot of fun.

After walking for a while, Barry finally saw a place where he could take a break, a tavern called "Carnival".

The style of the tavern is very quaint, with a large wooden sign with a wine glass drawn on it, and Barry takes a look inside, where a group of people are drinking together, and the lit fireplace reflects the slightest firelight.

Barry stopped in front of the tavern, then turned over and dismounted, and soon a waiter came to the door: "Sir, do you need service?" ”

The waiter's attitude is very good, and the tone of speech is also very comfortable, compared with the reception in other cities.

"Of course, help me feed my horses well, and then have a good dinner, preferably with a little juice..."

"Yes, sir, please inside..."

When Barry pushed the door open and entered the tavern, the old deadbolt creaked, which alarmed the drinkers inside, and the room became very quiet in an instant.

Although he was stared at by many pairs of eyes, Barry was not a little scared, and walked to an empty table very calmly, and found a seat to make it.

Barry was handsome, but that didn't mean everyone was looking at him, and soon the room was back in the air, with small groups talking to each other.

It didn't take long for the waiter in the tavern to bring a plate of roast and place it in front of Barry's table.

"I'm sorry, there is no juice in this tavern, except for spirits, only hot tea, sir, do you want to change it?"

Although he regretted that there was no juice, Barry didn't want to drink either, so he asked for a cup of hot tea, and the waiter got a response and went to prepare a drink for Barry.

The barbecue is very fragrant, although there are not many spices on it, but it retains the deliciousness of the meat itself, and it tastes the same, and the barbecue must be a connoisseur.

Barry thinks he's not below him.

This barbecue made Barry very happy, and he didn't stop halfway, and the one he ate was called a mouthful of oily, and the full amount of barbecue fed Barry to his heart's content.

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't easy to keep, Barry would like to pack some and take it away as dry food for his future adventures.

The waiter came again and brought the hot tea that Barry had asked for, just in time for Barry to relieve his tiredness when he was full.

Of course, Barry is not stupid, he used the system to identify the food before eating, and found that there were no ingredients in it before using it, otherwise even if his heart was big, he would not dare to be defenseless in a city with a high crime rate.

What if the other party has bad thoughts, charms himself with sweat medicine, learns the dominatrix of Cross Slope, and makes himself into a human meat bun.

After he was full, Barry was going to check out the bill, and by the way, he asked the waiter if there was a place to stay, and of course it would be great if this tavern could also provide accommodation, and Barry would not have to run around.

However, the checkout went awry, and the amount of money had to be paid far more than Barry had expected.

"You're saying again, how much should I pay! I didn't seem to hear clearly? Barry's voice was very loud, and his tone was full of incredulity.

The waiter on the side kept a smile on his face, and still said very politely: "Sir, a total of three gold gallons plus ten silver Cauchy, the tea will help you get rid of the order." ”

"Although I ordered a bit more barbecue, weighing three or four pounds, it wasn't worth that much money! You're not going to be a black shop, is it? Barry's last words were very loud, and they made the whole tavern quiet again.

Everyone's eyes were on Barry again, but this time it was different, more playful and gloating, as if waiting to see Barry's jokes.

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the depths of the tavern: "Who dares to say that Old Kim's tavern is a black shop, I think you are impatient, my tavern is cheap and absolutely cost-effective..."

Then out of the back door of the tavern came a fierce man with a fist who could run a horse, his arms alone were as thick as Barry's waist, but the gray hair showed that this macho man was not too young.

The sturdy old man in his fifties opened the crowd in front of him and walked all the way to Barry: "Is it that you kid said that I am a black shop, if you don't tell me one, two, three, four, I will let you know that my hands can not only roast meat, but also beat dead people..."

Listening to this person's tone, the barbecue that Barry just praised was from his craftsmanship.

Although he was amazed by the other party's appearance, and was surprised that he didn't cut people for this kind of look, but went to barbecue, but Barry would not admit defeat, he would not suffer this loss.

So Barry pointed to the remaining barbecue on the table and said, "I ate a few catties of barbecue from you, and you actually asked me for three gold gallons, and you said that you are not a black shop, could it be that your barbecue is made of gold!" ”

Old Kim said: "I think you are talking nonsense, who here doesn't know that the barbecue in my tavern is only a price, three silver Cauchy and a pound of barbecue, not counting fractions, how can it be so expensive..."

Barry pointed to the waiter next to him: "What he said just now, the people around him heard it very clearly..."

Old Kim looked at the waiter and said, "He's not from my tavern, and the price you said has nothing to do with my tavern, don't just talk nonsense..."

Barry was shocked when he heard Old Kim's words: "This waiter is at your door, isn't it your person who is still my person, and he also talks about the basic law when he lies!" ”

But at this time, the waiter on the side suddenly spoke: "Mine is not from the Old Kim Tavern, I am a member of the "Mutual Aid Association" in the city, which is a non-profit organization that helps outsiders adapt to the city faster..."

"Just now I helped you feed the horses, help you buy barbecue, and help you make hot tea, all of which are public welfare, and the price of barbecue has not increased, it is still ten silver Cauchy, and the tea is still free."

"But in order to pass on this public welfare, it is not very reasonable to ask you for three gold gallons as a sustainable development fund."