On our first trip to Marcus City, we were confronted by a squad of Somo magistrates and clashed in a vicious nature, which caused a lot of uncertainty to our trip. In order to avoid a similar situation, I gave up walking along the main road and chose instead the dwarven tunnel that led to the tomb of the Hall of the Dead, the city of Marcus through which I had previously left.

The dwarven machinery in the tunnels still roared, and the stench of rancid beneath the tombs of the Hall of the Dead intensified. In the dead of night, Flotra and I returned to the city of Marcas.

In the middle of the night, there is nothing to do, so I can only rest here for the night. Tomorrow morning, visit the Temple of Dibella to open Flotra's eyes, and then buy some necessary supplies, and then you can set out on the road back to Snowman.

……

A few hours later, it was dawn. Sensing that Akai's priest Verulus had left the Hall of the Dead, I quietly walked out of the catacombs with Florella and followed the priest into the city.

"Do you know where the temple of the goddess Dibella is?"

The intricate topography of the mountain city was a headache for me, but Flora still had a sense of the breath of the goddess Dibela. She pointed to the stone building at the highest point in the center of the city, where the temple of the goddess Dibella was.

Winding up the stone steps, I led Flotra to the platform where the Temple of Di Bella was located and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a young woman dressed in a sacrificial robe, and from the point of view of the door being slightly open, it seemed that she did not welcome visitors.

"I'm sorry. The temple is only open to men at night. ”

Well, what kind of strange rule is this, it stands to reason that you should only close your doors at night...... But it doesn't matter, the other party only said that it is not open to men now, and it is not me who wants to visit the temple of Dubera but Flotra. So I took Flotra, who was beside me, before me and explained it to the priest of Dubera.

"Oh, it's not me who wants to go in, I'm bringing her here."

Unexpectedly, my explanation seemed to have caused some misunderstanding. The priest of Di Bella looked down at Flora with pity, his face gradually darkened, and then his eyes began to look at me with disdain.

"Scum!"

After viciously uttering a very unfriendly word. The door was slammed shut by Di Bella's priest.

This closed-door soup is really inexplicable. That's fine. Since the temple is not open to men during the day, let's come back in the evening, hoping that the one who will open at that time will be replaced by a different person.

……

The Silverblood Inn seems to be the only place in town where you can pass the time. Hopefully, as the shopkeeper boasted to me, there would be good mead, clean rooms, and a good atmosphere.

It's just that the actual situation seems to be a little different. When I asked the bartender for a jug of juice and mead and drank the latter. What remains in the mouth is an extremely bitter taste.

"Poof......

Seeing me coldly, I spit the mead in my mouth on the ground. The surrounding drinkers were stunned for a moment. They all started laughing, not knowing whether they were laughing at my rarity and weirdness, or laughing at my fuss.

"What's the matter, sir? How can we help? ”

The hotel attendant, who noticed the anomaly, came up to me and asked me about it. There was no fluctuation in his expression. Seems to have no idea about the strange taste in the wine.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I suddenly had some tightness in my chest, and I caused you some trouble."

It's true that you drink mead, but why does it have a strange smell mixed with it? I looked around, and judging by the way the others were drinking with relish, it was not too much to swallow, could it be that the tempering of wild blood had made my senses too sharp?

After sending the waiter away, I was in doubt. Just then, an uncle with a gray beard in heavy leather armor came to me and sat down and asked, "Hey, young man, new here, right?" ”

"Huh? I've been here for a few days now. ”

I wouldn't admit that I'm a newcomer if I didn't have to, because it's easy to attract bad guys, especially in a mixed wine shop. However, my lie did not seem to be able to hide from the uncle, who looked at me with a look of "you know that you are bragging", and then told me straight to the point, "The wine here is all mixed with water." ”

"Uh...... It's just a matter of mixing with water, but it won't come out with such a strange smell. ”

Uncle Greybeard explained to me the reason for the strange smell, "Because the water they mix comes directly from the river in the city, and the river flows through the mines, so it smells of metal, just like the feeling you just drank it." ”

"This ...... Could it be that the inhabitants of Marcus and the merchants passing by willingly drank such wine? Moreover, you just exposed the story of this tavern in front of the public, is this really no problem? ”

"It's a well-known secret, and the inn doesn't care if their little trick is seen through," Uncle Greybeard smiled and asked me a question, "Do you know what the name of this inn is?" ”

"It seems to be...... Silverblood Inn. ”

Silverblood...... I see, I see. Judging by the name, the inn must have been run by the Silverblood family, who possessed considerable power in Makas, which was enough to make them lawless and reckless. In the face of the bully of the local snake's shopkeepers, the weak drinkers could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out.

Seeing my realization, Uncle Greybeard continued to warn me, "Remember, beer is much cheaper than blood in Marcus City. ”

"Xie Lu, thank you for your advice," I put down the mead in my hand, picked up the juice in front of Flotra and handed it to Uncle Graybeard to toast, "Look at your dress, you are a mercenary?" ”

"Mercenaries are just one of my means of getting money, and my real identity is actually that of a troubadour. I write down the legends I saw and heard, and every battle I've ever had, and I sing them here. I gained a lot of fame when I was younger, and now the Troubadour Academy in Dugu City is still teaching students with my work. ”

After some unceremonious boasting, Uncle Greybeard drank a glass of mead, got up, walked back to the center of the hall, and picked up the lute again in front of the crowd.

"This eulogy is dedicated to the most reliable protector of the Skyrim Province, the Empire!

"Drinking for our youth, the years of conquest run all the way......"

The familiar "The Warlike Years" sounded, but I didn't have the heart to sit here and listen to the tune.

Damn, even the juice was mixed with water by an unscrupulous store. Feeling disinterested, I left the tavern with Flotra. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the tip!