The interior of the Mariner's House Lodge is a bit cramped, but in the treasure bay of Treasure Cove, where the interior of most houses is like this, these water stilt houses don't have much interior space to splurge on, and you can't ask for more.

Walking through the door of the Sailor's House, Masrae realized that it was not the balcony of the inn that looked like the bow of a ship, in fact, the entire second floor of the inn was a complete sea vessel! He was amazed by this discovery, and it wasn't until a few days later that he learned that the ship had originally belonged to a Blackwater pirate while chatting with a Blackwater pirate who had come here for fun. During a battle with the nemesis, the Bloodsail Pirates, a few years earlier, the ship was blown through the deck by enemy artillery. Soon after, the owner of the Sailor's House, Swift, contacted the Blackwater pirates to buy the ship and house it on his second floor. It's a good place for the ship to come home - much luckier than its sunken companions, at least not to worry about one day being laid to rest at the bottom of the ocean.

They found a seat in the hall under the big ship. The light was dim, and Diego was surprised to find that the chandelier above his head was not a tallow candle or an oil lamp providing illumination, but a few hanging air-dried skulls, the dim light radiating from the skull, green, it was clear that it belonged to some kind of voodoo creation, but the open goblins apparently didn't mind where they came from.

From the owner to the cook, to the hostess, to the bartender, all of them are goblins. This is doomed in a certain way that this hotel will not provide erotic ~ erotic services for other races, because except for goblins, few other races will like female goblins, regardless of the huge difference in body size, their appearance hardly meets the aesthetics of any race, even the super-capable ogres are no exception.

Most of the guests who come here are sailors, both merchant and pirate ships - with the exception of the Bloodsail Pirates, who often raid the Booty Bay routes, the port is not off-limits to other pirates, in fact, the famous Blackwater pirates themselves are hired by Booty Bay. The Sailor's House is also a top choice for merchants, artisans and adventurers who come to Booty Bay. Sometimes, the goblin guards on duty at night will also come here for a few drinks.

Diego ordered the owner's signature fillet and other harbor flavors, mostly fish such as slippery mackerel and rocky cod. Masrae ordered some cherry pies and freshly baked bread. Of course, good wine is also essential, and he ordered the Thorn Valley specialty - Jungle wine, how can you miss this local specialty here?

When the food and drinks were served, the two of them began to feast. Though they were in the jungle they could fill their stomachs and not go hungry. But the feeling of eating cold dry food and sour wild fruits in the wild is certainly not comparable to staying in a sheltered hotel and eating a steaming meal. Diego didn't forget about Guan Haifa, and specially ordered a whole wild boar ham for it, and ate it happily under the table.

After a full meal, the two of them walked to the guest room on the second floor under the guidance of the goblin hospitality. Climbing over a rope ladder, they entered the interior of the big ship through a gap in the side wall. The ship was built of sturdy oak, even if it could no longer sail far. But walking on the deck, there is not a single crunch.

There are two types of guest rooms, one with a regular wooden bed and the other with a rope bed suspended between the bulkheads, which is very harbour-like. Most of these rope beds are for sailors, as these "cormorants" who come ashore have a hard time adapting to the fixed plank beds, and they still like to fall asleep slowly with a slight shaking.

Diego chose a room with a normal bed, and after arranging the vigil in Guanhaifa, he fell headlong on the soft bed, chatted with Masrae, and fell into a deep sleep.

Long tracking, trekking, fighting. He was already exhausted, and he felt like a camel that had just crossed the desert. What was even more haggard was the heavy psychological pressure, since he left Raven Ridge, he hadn't slept well. The grief of losing his girlfriend and the hatred of his enemies were intertwined, stirring and precipitating in his heart, waking him up from nightmares again and again, and if it weren't for his own unwavering will and Elune's care, he might have been consumed by Haka the Soul Reaver. There is not even any residue left to eat.

The next morning, Diego woke up refreshed to find that it was close to noon. After this unprecedented long sleep, he felt that he was in better shape than ever, and the vitality of youth had filled his body again.

He closed his eyes and thought back for a moment to determine where he was. There was no one in the next bed—the Night Elf had already gone out, except for Haifa, who was still dutifully lying by the door, waiting for him to wake up.

Diego got out of bed, got dressed, then picked up a few slices of soft banana bread on the small table, and then took the moonberry juice next to him and drank it down.

He led Guan Haifa to the hall and saw Masrae sipping a glass of foam wine. This wine is made with fresh fruit from the Valley of Thorns and spring water from the Cape Mountains behind the harbor.

"Hey, here, Diego, where are we going today?" Seeing Diego coming down, the Night Elf shouted with a waving of his arms. He's already suffocating in the hotel and can't wait to get out and about.

"Let's go find a leather workshop and make leather armor from that lizard skin." Diego thought for a moment and said. The city is full of undercurrents, it is not as peaceful as it seems, and if you are not careful, you may die, so it is better to arm yourself first.

Masrae didn't have any opinion, he also wanted to see what the beautiful leather armor made of golden-scaled lizard skin looked like. So the two of them went out together and went out into the street.

The streets are bustling with people.

This city is extremely rich in goods, a paradise for the rich, as long as you have money, you can buy anything, but at the same time it is also a hell for the poor. Along the way, they saw more than one homeless man begging in the streets who had spent his last copper plate but could not find a new job, and the smarter ones would find some empty shells or half-cut sampans of giant tortoises to live in, but most of them had to sleep on the streets.

They walked along the plank-lined streets, and saw more than one tanning workshop, some run by dwarves and some by trolls, but to be honest, the goods they put on display were really a little unbearable in the eyes of Diego, the master of the leather maker. Eventually, they stopped in front of the last leather workshop on the street.

It's a goblin workshop, with a sign that reads "Skin your skin!" on the goblin and the lingua franca of humanity. It looks quite scary.

Walking into the workshop, a smell similar to stinky salted fish came to my nose. It was the smell of leather tanning, and Masrae covered his nose and followed Diego into the store.

It's a busy scene, with stacks of cooked skins stacked on shelves, buckets of fuel stacked in the corners, and rows of ready-made leather armor coated with a layer of animal fat on wooden supports near the walls, which glow in the light.

Just as they looked around, Diego suddenly heard someone speak:

"Brickretz? What do you need for Gusti to do the service? (To be continued.) )