The Northern Plains Ice Tower, located in the most arctic and cold place of the Winged Kingdom, borders the Orc Royal Court, and was once a place of pilgrimage for ice magicians.

The 33-storey glazed tower pillars, made of cold chalcedony, are like a girl's clean skin, and are completely integrated with the surrounding snow.

The rising sun, shining and dazzling.

Standing on the top of the Mars Snow Mountain, like a woman who has escaped the dust, her fairy clothes are fluttering, and she jumps into the world to see the clouds and clouds.

However, with the change of the times, the group of wizards completely withdrew from the stage of history, and the Mars Snow Mountain was gradually abandoned and forgotten.

Of course, there are always history buffs who visit this historical attraction every year, and it is one of the modest sources of income in the Mars region.

Mars was part of the county of Casastin, one of the few borders in the country without a railway.

The paradise also means that the news is relatively closed and the economy is relatively backward.

Although the self-sufficient life is comfortable, it also makes this ancient cultural village less materially active.

Cassas is a very low-key nobleman in the kingdom! He was rarely involved in the politics and decisions of the country, but his status was on a par with that of the Grand Duke of Hela.

Although the title is only an earl, it is a whole level lower than the duke.

But this low-key and mysterious count in the kingdom has never dared to be underestimated!

He also followed the previous generation of emperors to the present, and established the Winged Kingdom from scratch.

can be on an equal footing with Hela, but he is only an earl, and the secrecy in this is enough for people to think about it for a long time.

Casasdin Collar, at the foot of the Mars Mountains, is an ancient town with a long history, the town of Frost, where it has always been stored.

"By the way, if we don't follow the script like this, will there be any accidents?"

Mina carried a large bag of luggage and stepped on the soft snow in the street, leaving deep ravines behind.

The petite body walked on the street with a large package two people high, attracting frequent attention from passers-by.

"Accidents? Isn't it an accident that the kings have changed? Hela, the old fox, has already controlled most of the kingdom. If you don't leave, it may be a question of whether you can see the sunrise tomorrow. ”

Nilton was in a hurry, but he still didn't give up preaching to the little fool beside him.

"The so-called exile may become the death penalty. . .

Stepping into this town, the petal-like snowflakes are already falling!

Pure white snow covered the entire street, and three or two tilted snowmen were standing on the corner, which added some popularity to this icy and snowy place.

The old tavern, a small shop that sells bitter old wine!

Tourists and neighbors have unique opinions and loves for the drinks here.

Despite its bitterness and astringency, it's not a great drink...

People who have drunk it feel good, but what they evaluate is not the taste, the precipitation of history and the accumulation of culture, passed down from generation to generation, little by little integrated into the wine, the wordless sense of heaviness is awe-inspiring...

The scale of the old tavern is not large, there are two floors, there are a few tables on the first floor for some passers-by to ask for a drink, and a few private seats on the second floor for those guests from the Far East, to provide some meals and drinks!

The history of the old tavern is unknown, and the shops in the town have changed owners one after another, and the other party is still alive.

The neighbors drink the feelings, but the travelers can feel the precipitation and heaviness of history.

It is an old shop with a long history that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Bitter old wine, sweet and bitter, moisturizing the throat like a knife, bitter and cool from top to bottom.

However, in this perennial snowy scene, it is a good object to ward off the cold and warmth.

"Shopkeeper! Serve a few dishes, and a bottle of wine. ”

"Great!"

The shopkeeper is a diligent person, the work clothes on his body are spotless, a linen cloth is draped on his left shoulder, and he shows a kind smile to every guest who arrives, and sometimes he takes the time to quickly sweep the originally clean and tidy desktop several times.

He kept running between the tables and chairs of each drinker, but the cold wind blew away the sweat droplets on his forehead.

Placing a large package on the ground with a muffled sound, Mina patted the snow on her forehead, tidied up her clothes slightly, and couldn't wait to find a place to sit down.

"Boss. Let's start with all the specialties you have here. ”

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute."

Xiao'er happily replied, and went to other places to work.

When it came to the meal, the business of the old tavern also became booming!

It's said to be a tavern, but it's actually like a restaurant.

It's just that the name of the store handed down from the ancestors has been preserved to this day, and with the fame of bitter old sake, even the most delicious dishes still look bland!

Some things lose their original flavor once they are changed.

The rules of the ancestors are not something that can be changed by just talking about them!

The customers present, each wearing a leather jacket and a blanket, took a sip of bitter old wine, chewed a variety of snacks, and under the baking of the stove, drops of sweat were already flowing from their foreheads.

"This wine is kind of interesting." Nilton tasted it carefully, and he also felt the difference in the drink.

It contains a rich vitality and is also mixed with some other factors of a heavy aroma, which complement each other and make it even more intense.

Nilton rarely eats food, but drinks a lot of wine. If it weren't for Mina passing by the tavern and saying that she wouldn't leave, she might have really missed it.

It seems that the greedy little confusion sometimes works quite well, and she should be very happy to add a sausage to it when she goes back.

This meal, both of them had a great time.

One person is in charge of the drinks, and the other is holding the meal, and the division of labor is very clear.

The sparse crowd settled the money for the drink and left one after another.

Just as the two of them were about to pack up and leave here, a rickety old man who walked in from the outside successfully attracted their attention.

Hero?!

I can't go wrong with that unique feeling that I have all over my body.

Yet, this image ...

Wearing a shabby hat, thatched, torn cloth and clothes, holding a half-cut cane, his face was haggard, and his body was shivering in the cold wind.

This is not at all compatible with the tall and mighty Nilton imagined, but it is completely incompatible.

"It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!" Nilton was a little crying at the moment,,, who knows how much energy he wasted in the royal city for the sake of the hero?

Every general in the kingdom, whether famous or not, high or low, Nilton did not miss it.

But in the end, the harvest was disappointing, and none of them met the requirements.

At that time, Nilton's mood can be imagined.

The identity of the prince does not seem to be of much practical help in finding the hero's body.

At least Nilton didn't play to his strengths at all.

"Er, why don't you rest at home on such a cold day? Seeing that your clothes are wet, come in and bake them. ”

This time the receptionist was the shopkeeper who had been calculating accounts at the counter.

Xiao Er assisted on the side, giving the old man a very big face.

"I've been thinking about this day for a week, but I've been drinking bitter old wine for many years, and I can't leave it for a day." The old man was half-standing on crutches, and was supported by the shopkeeper, Xiao Er, and the two, and he was also smiling.

There is a large stove on the first floor, but the charcoal fire is unusually large. Each table is just the right distance from the brazier.

patted the snow on his body, and found a bench to sit down at random!

The old man's slightly emaciated body exhaled a cold breath, and the haggard on his face was much better.

Although the wrinkled skin is still the same, the pair of bright eyes exude a different kind of look.

It was a yearning, a reverent, complex look, as if what he was about to do was a great and sacred mission, full of ritual.

Nilton could feel it, but he couldn't say it clearly, and he couldn't understand the deeper meaning inside.

Without rushing forward to talk, Nilton ordered another pot of wine and chose to continue to watch.

Fenrich's big eyes glanced at the old man, then at Nilton suspiciously, and then continued to start a new round of his own food feast.

As for the corpse of the hero, it is not necessary to travel through the world of the living anyway, where is the food important?

"It's still the old rules, two taels of bitter old wine."

"Okay, wait a minute."

In a few moments, a small jug of wine was served.

The old man's action of baking clothes also stopped, and he seriously cleaned up his collar and sleeves, and his hunched waist was slightly straight.

Pour a porcelain flower cup, hold it steadily, and start tasting without distraction.

The demeanor is pious, serious, meticulous, without any frivolity and casualness.

Take a sniff from the mouth of the cup to the tip of your nose and nod slightly, then bring it to your lips and take a sip.

The mouth is like chewing glutinous rice porridge, the upper and lower parts are unconsciously biting, the eyes are closed, and the whole body is focused on the mouth, that unique taste bud experience!

The other party's drinking movement was very slow, and the two taels of wine drank hard for an hour.

After Nilton was leaving, he asked the shopkeeper about some things about the old man just now.

"Shopkeeper! The one just now, who doesn't seem to be rich, why does he have spare money to drink? Nilton asked very bluntly and directly, without the slightest euphemism...

"And there are really not many stores that receive such customers."

The abrupt question also made the shopkeeper stunned.

looked the two up and down, well-dressed and expensively dressed, and they were two tourists from other places.

It's normal to have some weird questions.

"Oh! You said him. He was a beggar, the shopkeeper with a good heart, who allowed him to enter the store and drink. But this old man is really weird, he drinks at a fixed time every week and never defaults on his drinking money! An old-fashioned guy. ”

The shopkeeper hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the shopkeeper who had been waiting for a long time seemed a little impatient.

"White Float! Who made you talkative? What do you know? The shopkeeper immediately reprimanded, and instantly changed his face, full of anger!

Xiao Er shrunk his neck in fright, and hurriedly didn't dare to say more, turned around and ran to clean up the debris.

"I'm sorry. Let you see the joke. In fact,,, this tavern of mine has been handed down from my ancestors, and I have always paid attention to harmony and wealth, so that I can brew a pure taste of bitter old wine!

And the old man just now, although he was dressed sloppily, was a principled person who knew how to count etiquette!

It is naturally impossible to open the door to do business, and the customers are turned away because of what they are wearing. ”

"Then you're not wrong, you're really a good person!" Nilton laughed!

"Where are the good people? Isn't it a matter of course that if the guest pays for it, I have to serve it properly. ”

"Ugh! That's right. That's right. ”