Sherlock went to Far Star Lake this time mainly to farm monsters and upgrade, by the way, to see what kind of charm this acclaimed lake has, and of course, there is also a faint desire to find treasure in his heart.

There is a special sightseeing carriage from Huoshui City to Yuanxing Lake, the speed is much faster than the ordinary carriage, and there are troubadour girls on the road to explain the ecological environment of Yuanxing Lake to the passengers, he is rarely free, and he is not stingy with the 100 gold coins, and generously bought a ticket.

Although there are some relevant materials on the forum, firstly, there is also a fee, and secondly, the content is messy, of course, there is no special person to explain the details.

The sapphire-clear and pure water, the dreamlike morning mist, and the melodious and mysterious singing are the three things that have made Far Star Lake famous.

The enchanting and dangerous lake spirit, the lonely and kind Nick spirit, and the elegant and a little clean water elf, the three spirit creatures that inhabit the vicinity give this lake a touch of unique style.

The drop-off point of the sightseeing carriage is a tourist town - Yuanxing Town, which was originally just a small fishing village, but the continuous influx of adventurers and tourists has made it instantly develop into a small city integrating tourism, vacation, and life.

Far Star Town is protected by the Noisy Water City, the Holy Coin Cult, and the Santarin Society, and few people dare to disturb the order of the town, and the consequences of making trouble here are much more serious for players than in other cities.

So it can be said that this is a dream town in the true sense of the word.

The premise is that you have enough gold, not to mention other expenses for the time being, a 3-fold increase in the price of medicines and equipment repairs can make most players stay away from this.

What's even more unacceptable is that Far Star is one of the few towns in the Forgotten Realm that charges detention fees, and depending on your local reputation and spending in the previous month, the administrator will charge you a detention fee ranging from 500 to 800 per day, less than a day.

At this price, Sherlock wouldn't have even come close to it before, but now he doesn't mind going in and getting a taste of the life of a rich man.

Since the consumption is so high, I think that coming to the town should be as peaceful and quiet as the first and second rings in reality, but when he stepped in with one foot, his closed values collapsed again.

The streets are crowded with people, the pomp and pantry outside the shops, and the convergence of various regional races creates a kind of noise that is unbearable for outsiders.

So, are there so many rich people in reality, and are you poor B?

In fact, Far Star Town used to be exactly what Sherlock imagined, until the day the game was launched.

Billions of adventurers poured into the Forgotten Realm, waving gold coins in their hands and shouting that I was going to spend money, and the capitalists who saw the business opportunity hired people to brush up on their reputation, and then smashed down all the shops in the town.

If it weren't for the prestige requirements of other buildings, let alone shops, even residential areas and villas, they would be able to smash them down for you.

In this incident, several people in the professional circle became rich overnight, and the reputation of the prestige fighter was completely spread, and Sherlock was envious for a while.

Now that the shops are controlled by the players, the services inside have naturally become more suitable for the needs of the players, and someone even contacted the slave catcher team to catch a lake spirit and lock it in the pool in the store.

Well, the feet are all in, the 800 detention fee is paid, and Sherlock doesn't want to waste it like this, so he can only follow the crowd and walk slowly inside.

In the end, I don't know who pushed him, and he stumbled into a restaurant with a bit of literary atmosphere.

Fairy Tail is the name of this restaurant, which translates to Fairy Tail, and for cooking, Sherlock still has a certain plot, and since he has met it, of course he has to go in and try it.

This decision made him regret it for a whole year, and since then he has vowed never to eat at a tourist attraction restaurant again.

The interior of the restaurant is decorated with a sense of mystery of magic, presumably by either elves or halflings.

"Hello guest, what do you want to eat?"

Sherlock turned his head to see a blonde girl dressed as a maid leading him to the window.

It is difficult to describe the beauty of the girl in front of her in words, or that she is a little less beautiful than a person, and the perception of a superior person can always make people find some abnormal places in life.

Just as he was about to quietly use the Recon Scroll in the bracelet, a gentle voice came.

"Scouting on a beautiful woman is not a gentleman's demeanor."

Cut, I'm not a gentleman, although he thought so, Sherlock stopped his little movements, in fact, there was no need to use it, he had already guessed what the blonde girl in front of him was.

Not a player, not a human, but a water elf.

Only this embodiment of nature's material beauty can have such an irresistible beauty, and this is not just an exaggerated modification, if the water elves can't suppress their abilities, all humanoids who see them will be judged blind and unconscious.

The suffocating beauty is the truest portrayal of them, that is, they don't know how this creature can do the work of a waiter in a restaurant, and it doesn't seem like they were forced.

"I'm sorry." It's best to treat these elven creatures as if they were real people, and apologize first.

"It's okay, I don't mind some beautiful misunderstandings with a handsome half-elf."

The water elves are elegant and charming, and their minds are quick and agile, which seems not to be nonsense, but the rumors that they have a special affection for handsome humanoid creatures, especially elves and half-elves, seem to be true.

Sherlock's current charm attributes, the correction of his appearance at the top, and the racial advantage of the half-elf, he can indeed barely be called handsome.

"Yalian, are we opening a serious restaurant, not a blind date club, ask him what he eats." The waiter-cook standing at the counter shouted in the distance.

As both women, the difference between the two is obvious.

"Don't mind, Lucy doesn't seem to like male creatures, this is our menu, call me when you think of something delicious, I can give you an extra eighty-eighty discount." Arlene pulled a menu from the tray she was holding and walked back.

Opening the menu, Sherlock finally knew why there was no one queuing up at the entrance of this store, the cheapest cooking here starts at 5,000, and this price is estimated to be only available to real local tyrants.

At this moment, he had a strong urge to run out directly, anyway, he probably wouldn't see him again in the future.

It's just a few familiar voices at the door that dispel him.