The stars in the sky were still obscured by the remaining sunlight in the west, and only a faint trace could be seen, and Ain knew that those were all realms in the starry sky, and there were some other large planes, projected on the barrier of the main matter plane. Unlike the real society of the previous life, in this fantasy world, there is no such thing as a planet at all.

In the silence of the town, the tavern in front of me, called "House of Pleasure", is almost the only hustle and bustle in the entire town.

With his hand, Aine slowly pushed open the wooden door of the tavern. The pungent smell of inferior liquor, combined with the smell of various liquids on people, came to the nose with the opening of the door.

Aine couldn't help but fan his hand around his nose a few times, trying to get used to the somewhat uncomfortable breath.

The sounds of shouting, feasting, and drinking were mixed together, and it seemed that there was a strange sound mixed with the shadows. The tavern in this small town is already the only place in the surrounding villages where you can entertain at night. The civilians living at the lowest level try to use a few copper or a silver coin to use their own means to temporarily forget the hardships of the day. Maybe some people choose to fall down with a red face soon because they are too strong to drink. Holding a wooden wine glass that looked a little historical, he muttered vague words in his mouth and slowly poured it on the table. Sometimes, the little liquor that was left in the wooden wine glass spilled, and I didn't know that I had fallen asleep because of the drunkenness of alcohol.

In this corner of the "House of Pleasure" tavern, it seems to be a little hazy. Ain knew it was some smoke similar to that of tobacco grass when it was ignited. Perhaps these expensive and addictive consumables, which are avoided by ordinary people, are in the eyes of some Lady Joy Sharis's followers in the "House of Pleasure", but they are very sweet.

It seems to be the tavern's owner's interest, and on the walls around the tavern, there seem to be a few imitations of well-known oil paintings, but most of them are smoky from wine stains, and the original color of the picture is a little strange, and the color has changed slightly.

After adjusting to the somewhat awkward environment, Aine found a clean spot in a corner of the tavern and sat down.

"Coming to the game of Gwent?" A man sitting across from Al Ain, whose face was also a little ruddy, asked Al Ain with a few cards in his hand.

"Man, give me a glass of lemonade, don't mix it with alcoholic beverages, dry lemon slices will do, add a little ice." Ignoring the slightly tipsy man, Ain beckoned to the guy in the shop, "Whatever you want, three ounces of mashed potatoes with a little raspberry sauce, oh, or some other sweet and sour jam." ”

In the noisy voice, Aine also admired the fellow's hearing and discernment. It was only a moment later that the mage saw the man in a linen suit rush out of the backstage and stand in front of him.

"Dear Sir, we only have the inferior strawberry jam here, and if the gentleman wants, we can spread it on a piece of bread on its own, and not on the mashed potatoes, because the guests who have tasted it do not think it is suitable with the mashed potatoes. Maybe the gentleman could try the cheese bisque, maybe it's a little more comforting. ”

"As you say, prepare a quieter room upstairs, as you can see, I need plenty of quiet at night." Aine casually shook out a few gold coins—at least five—and swore to the gods he believed in, he had never had so many in his hands in his life.

"The best is fine." Ain didn't mean to show anything, but he wasn't quite accustomed to the taste of that inferior thing, maybe it was because of the aristocratic life of this body, and some of the long-lived sake, "If there is a lot left, you decide to add a little more, and I will allow you to keep one as your tip, and also thank you for the advice you gave me about mashed potatoes." ”

After the guy left, the drunken man who was about to beckon Ain to play Gwent couldn't help but look at Aine and whistle excitedly.

"Seems to be a rich lad, how about playing dice?" Out of nowhere, the man took out another dice box with ten hexahedral dice on it.

Aine didn't pay attention to it, just took the glass of lemonade in a rare glass that the guy had just sent him, and then took a few sips.

"Young man, I suggest you drink less of what these women drink, like a gentleman, rum is your choice!" Perhaps because of the drinking, the man was very noisy and kept whispering in Iron's ear.

"Maybe I should force you to shut up so I can have a good meal." Ain glanced up at the man, who was supposed to be drunk, chanted a few syllables, and pointed at him.

The people around him were surprised to find that it seemed that the man who had been talking a lot could only open his mouth helplessly, but he was horrified to find that he could no longer make a sound.

"Man, get my room in order, I think I should go to my room and enjoy my simple but seemingly anticipating dinner."

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"Sir." As Ain was about to put away the magic book he had studied and rest, a stunned female voice sounded outside.

"......" Aine couldn't help but have a big head, and he didn't expect that his casual command just now would actually cause a trouble.

I also blame myself for forgetting that the name of this hotel is "Joy House". At this time, Ain, who had woken up from the sound of a knock on the door to concentrate on his arcane studies, had already heard a strange sound coming from the door panel that was not very well insulated.

"Ma'am, I think the guy misunderstood me - listen to me, I'm a spellcaster, and the guy knows that I need enough sleep, not fun and relaxation." Al Ain didn't open the door, because he knew that if he opened it, he would probably not be able to persuade the woman who believed in the "Lady of Pleasure" to leave.

"This is my duty and the responsibility I have to fulfill after I have prayed to the 'Joyful Lady.'" The female voice outside was a little crisp, but it seemed to be a little timid.

It seems that the guy who found himself is still ...... When Aine was still inexplicably sighing, he suddenly seemed to feel a dangerous aura.

Putting on the mage robes he had taken off, Ain opened the door to his room.

"Ma'am, you stay in my room first, and I'll go to the tavern hall to have a look." I couldn't help but say that Ain pushed the woman who didn't pay attention to her appearance into her room, and then closed her own side and blessed the door sealing technique.

In the mix of the hustle and bustle of the tavern hall and the strange noises coming from the room next to her, Ain sensed the difference in what should have been a quiet town outside.

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As you can see, "Mage Ambition" has been strongly recommended

This week is also the last week for the public of this book, and I want to have a good time on the double list of click recommendations!

I hope that all readers will be successful!

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