It is not for nothing that such a place is called a tavern. The circular space, in addition to the entrance and the pipes leading to the rest of the place, there was a tattered counter near the wall, behind which stood a man with a disheveled head and a gray face, his face smooth as that of a snake without scales, impressive, and perhaps more memorable than the position of the man's nose, with only two tiny holes, which could be seen expanding and then contracting if one dared to approach them. This is where this man with a smooth face uses to breathe.

A tavern is not a tavern if it does not have drinks and simple food and drink, and there is no owner standing behind the counter. There was not much room for the tavern to sit, and the guests could sit in the middle of the circular space, with nothing on either side except the counters, the tavern goods on one side, and the aisles for people to walk around. There was also a candlestick made of sheep's horn hanging on the wall, and the remaining half of the candle was burning, and the molten ash was piled up under the candle.

Lulunaka's arrival did attract some attention, but it wasn't too much of a highlight, because there weren't too many people here, except for men without noses, and only scattered ...... Guest. If the people who stay here can be called guests, although they drink and eat, they also give money.

Lulunaka extinguished the flame at the tip of her cane and went to the counter, looking at the person in charge. The snake-like man was the only one who didn't have his eyes on Lulunaka, silently wiping the cracked counter surface.

"A glass of rat juice. Lulunaka sat down and said to him.

The man looked at Lulunaka at this time, and there was neither sarcasm nor ignorance on his face, but he looked directly at Lulunaka very directly and seriously.

"No rat juice. The man said, "We don't sell that kind of drink." ”

"Why? Isn't that a very special drink?"

The man didn't answer right away, and after a while he said to Lulunaka, "There's no drink like that anymore, some ingredients are missing...... And then no one likes that kind of thing. Now there is only ordinary liquor here. ”

Lulunaka sighed, "Then I don't have another expectation." Lulunaka didn't seem to have any intention of ordering anything, and turned her head to look at the seated guests. After looking at it for a while, Lulunaka turned back to look at the man, "These people are half-new, but they make themselves look old. ”

"Because it's easier to live here in the rat and sewers, miss. The man replied, the rag in his hand stopped wiping, "and, if you don't order anything, I want you to give up your seat, there are always guests willing to spend money, and it would be rude for them to have no place to sit." ”

Lulunaka shrugged her shoulders and got out of her seat, even though there were so many empty chairs around, but to the man without a nose, it didn't seem to be the reason for Luluna Kabai to sit here.

"Well, I don't want to stay here, this is not my end. Lulunaka said to the man, "I'm sorry, I actually want to take a sip of that rat juice." ”

"Nope. "If you feel sorry, you can go deeper into the sewers and see if there are any of them." ”

"There's not even a rat mushroom in the area?" Lulunaka asked.

"That's a rarity. The man replied.

Lulunaka sighed again, shook her head and left. There were several exits to the tavern, and she chose one of them to leave with a downward slope.

Shortly after Lulunaka left, two men sat down at the counter, where they had been sitting elsewhere. "That's a lovely little girl. One of the men with a thin face and gray hair laughed, "How can a little girl like Naya be in such a place?"

"Little girl. The man without the nose repeated the word lightly, his tone undulating.

And he left that way. The gray-haired man continued, "It's not a safe passage, and if you keep going down, it's not just a rat slipping by." ”

"And you big rats will slip past some hapless guys. The man without a nose said.

The gray-haired man just smiled, not annoyed by the fact that he was called a big rat, "We're not bad enough, you know that, boss." We don't have the guts to do such a bad thing. ”

"But it's not much better. ”

"Isn't it a good thing that you didn't do any shameless bad things?" the gray-haired man laughed, "It's just to make a living, and sometimes it's to do something that others despise, and I'm used to it." ”

The two men sitting on the edge of the counter are indeed not evil people, but they are definitely not helpful guys. Most of the people who live in the rat tunnels, wander the sewers, and scavenge are like them.

The man known as the boss did not continue to speak, and the gray-haired man continued, "Let's guess what will happen to that little girl." ”

"What else can happen to a child like that under the rat path, not to pick up something that no one else wants like a little mouse, but to ......," said his companion, "and it would be miserable if something bad was encountered." ”

"What do you think of the girl's fate, boss?" the gray-haired man continued to ask the owner of the little tavern.

The boss still didn't reply immediately, he always acted like a slow beat, as for whether to think, or to bother to pay attention to these people in front of him who were similar to scoundrels, then no one knew, only he knew what he thought.

The gray-haired man didn't reply when he saw the boss, and he didn't feel any unhappiness. This man without a nose and with a face like a snake has always looked like this, and those who have been here for a long time have become accustomed to his temperament, and as for those who are new to the roof or have a short temper, if they have any dissatisfaction with this strange-looking boss, and take action...... That's a pity. Anyone who can have a space of their own somewhere in the sewers is not at the mercy of others. In general, all kinds of rough and rude actions against the boss will eventually turn into an opportunity for a small character like them to make some extra money - the dead man's things have no right to belong, and the boss doesn't care much about the dead man's things, and can always make a lot of good things for those who are struggling to survive. This also makes this boss have a good popularity in the sewer place.

The gray-haired man was about to continue bragging with his companion when the boss spoke, "Have you ever heard of rat juice?"

The gray-haired man and his companion looked at each other, then shook their heads, "No, I haven't heard of it. ”

"Does that sound like a disgusting thing, juiced with rats?" his companion continued.

Hearing the two of them's answers, the boss continued: "When I was a child, I heard of such a drink, which is a specialty here in the sewers. Inferior rum, mixed with mashed mixtures of rotten moss and rat mushrooms, has an interesting reaction, and if you have a clear and beautiful glass, you can see that the liquid from the bottom to the middle of the glass will turn into a gray-black solidified gel, the wine will turn reddish, and it will also give off a strong sour smell...... That's rat juice. Because it uses something like a rat mushroom, and the gray-black gelatinous substance looks like a rat's fur, hence the name. Speaking of this, the boss paused, "The wine on it is red, and it is a vivid metaphor to say that this is rat juice made by 'juicing' rats." ”

The gray-haired man and his companion look at me, I look at you, with an expression on their faces that they have heard something strange. They had never heard of what the boss said, they knew the rotten moss of the sewers, it was impossible to eat it, it was okay to use it to harm people, and as for the rat mushroom, they had never heard of it. "Can you drink that?" "Oh my God, it sounds disgusting. ”

"I don't know. The boss's answer was still so concise, too lazy to say a word. These idiots in front of him probably didn't take his words very seriously, but only listened to them as a somewhat bizarre thing, so why did he say too much?