Walking up the stairs to the T-shaped intersection, facing the bustling neighborhood, Draenor suddenly didn't know which way to go next.

Even if Jett was by her side, it would be no different, although she knew some about the human environment of Kerton, most of them were still heard by ear, and she obviously could not play the role of a tour guide.

"Which way do we go first?" Jeanne walked up to him and asked softly.

Draenor looked out at the side of the road, and the signs hanging on the façade were covered in various styles of Lycos, and it seemed that he had to ask Jeanne to lead the way.

"Eat."

To put it simply, there's nothing more important these days than eating. He rubbed his empty belly and tightened his belt a little tighter.

"The previous sign seemed to say that there was a bar on Lily of the Valley Road, just two blocks away from here, should we go and have a look?" Jeanne asked innocently, turning her head to the side.

"No way!"

Draenor quickly put a stop to the idea, for fear that Cooper would hear the name. Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, he quickly regained his composure and continued.

"It's too far away, let's find a nearby place to fill our stomachs before Jett finishes the business."

"Yes...... What about this? Hydrangea Hotel, it sounds pretty good! ”

It's certainly not a good place to save money...... Draenor hesitated for a moment at the gold-brick and silver-tiled hotel fifteen meters away, and flipped the money bag around his waist, wondering if the gold coins on his body were enough to fill the stomachs of the four of them.

Suddenly, someone twisted him behind his back, and he was about to turn around, only to see Vekily staring at him with a frown. Draenor suddenly remembered the promise she had made to Jeanne that she had never been to a real hotel when she was so old, and that this was a good opportunity to fulfill her wish.

"Not only does it sound, but I believe it won't taste bad......"

"Great! Let's go! Don't go hungry! Upon hearing Draenor's reply, Jeanne was as happy as a five or six-year-old child, with her hands on her chest and smiling.

Superfluous problems were also left behind, there was no place to spend these gold coins on his body for so long, and it was not his property alone, so he should treat his fellow partners a little.

Before I reached the door of the hotel, a waiter in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the lobby. Unlike the suit, it is still not difficult to see the shadow of the Licus robe from the dress, but the black striped fabric replaces the traditional silk.

"Hello sir, is there anything I can do to help you?" The waiter, with his oiled hair, bowed slightly and asked Draenor.

This attitude does not seem to be a genuine desire to serve customers, but it makes people feel an indescribable arrogance. Draenor glanced at his own attire, which looked like a farmer who had just arrived from the countryside, and it was clear that the waiter was trying to stop the group from soiling the shiny birch floor.

"Eat." He didn't want to talk nonsense with the guy anymore, so he took a step and walked towards the lobby.

The waiter suddenly stretched out his hand in front of him, and the disgust in his eyes became more obvious.

"Yes, it's a hotel after all. But it always takes money to enjoy good food......"

And there's more! Draenor rolled his eyes, and instead of reaching out and pulling the waiter's collar, he grabbed the money bag from his waist and smashed it into his face.

The strange sound of money colliding with his cheek did not frighten the waiter, and he stood still, but with a happy look on his face.

"Distinguished guests, please, tonight our boss just invited the most popular female protagonist of Nagasus to sing, the atmosphere is lively enough!"

"Really?" This time, Draenor threw a disgusted look at the other party, and he was prepared to deal with this kind of small role that saw money, "Pick the biggest table for me and the closest to the stage." ”

While pretending to be arrogant isn't something to be encouraged, it turns out to work wonders in most cases. The waiter bent almost to an angle parallel to the ground and straightened his right arm towards the main entrance of the lobby.

"Inside, please!"

Draenor followed the waiter through the side door of the hall, where the dining room was in a semicircle, with a round table covered by a white cloth stretching out on either side along the embroidered carpet on the floor, and no chairs, only brown leather sofas could be seen. The tables were arranged in a curve, and the seats were almost all facing the ornate stage, almost like a royal palace.

The guests seated around him threw Draenor curious glances, somewhat mixed with contempt. Indeed, it is a little too suspicious to walk into a hotel in tattered clothes and with weapons in the middle of winter.

The waiter's footsteps stopped at the front table, and he leaned over to uncover the tablecloth, tall glasses, white porcelain plates, and steel knives and forks, which were not unusual.

Fortunately, from this position, the eyes of the person behind him could not be seen, and Draenor moved to the center of the semicircular sofa and sat down relaxed.

"Sir, here's the menu."

Soon after everyone was seated, the waiter handed a heavy brown book to the table, and the restaurant must have put a lot of thought into making money.

As is customary for the Licus people, most books are left-turned, and Draenor was just about to open the menu when the waiter added another mouthful after preparing the dishes.

"By the way, sir, the first three rows of seats all have a minimum consumption, you see......"

"How much?"

"This ...... Twenty deli. ”

Twenty gold coins, and more than three hundred gold coins in the small money bag on his body, this is not a big problem. Draenor glanced at the waiter, slammed the money bag on the table with a "snap", and after a scribbled look, handed the menu to Jeanne.

"Pick what you want to eat, and by the way, I ordered a few of our dishes."

There was nothing to worry about, and although he couldn't fully understand the Lycos script, he had accumulated the most basic numerical words over time. The glance he had taken before had already given him a rough idea of the consumption level here, and even the most expensive dish was only five deli, after all, it was still food, and it was not expensive.

"Hmm...... Four servings of stew, oh no, six! There is also a coleslaw per head, and Leba also has two plates! ”

Hearing Jeanne's request, the waiter seemed a little embarrassed, and he touched his chin to confirm to the female guest, "You're talking about steak, salad and bread, right?" ”

Draenor felt a little crying and laughing, it was obvious that most of the words written on the menu were words that Jeanne was not used to, he held back a smile, frowned and said coldly to the waiter, "Why do you have so many words when you order a dish!" You just need to know it in your head! ”

"Yes...... Is that all? ”

"That's all!"

Jeanne narrowed her eyes and smiled, passing the menu to Draenor. He was about to hand the menu to the waiter, but it suddenly occurred to him that it seemed inappropriate for him to leave Jett and run to enjoy the feast, so he ripped over the menu again, pointed to the picture on the front page that looked like a burrito, and instructed the waiter:

"Here's a copy too, put it in a box, I'm going to take it with me."

"Okay, please wait."

It wasn't until the waiter left the hall with the menu in his hand that Viklico finally burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Look at you, a tyrant from Canaan? ”

"Shhhh

He was about to take an aperitif when he suddenly noticed a whisper coming from his surroundings, and the people at the tables around him seemed to be staring at him with suspicion, and the conversation was not small.

Among them was a noblewoman with long black hair, who did not participate in the discussion, but looked at herself with indescribable eyes as she played with the olives in the wine glass with her slender fingers.

"Do you hear that? Canaanite ......"

"What are you doing here?"

"If you still have a gun, could it be a robber?"

"Ahem!" The waitress standing at the table straightened her back and pretended to cough unintentionally, but Draenor was sure she wasn't trying to help herself.

Jeanne, visibly upset by the annoying chatter, shifted to Draeno to sit closer.

"Mr. Delano ...... Will they think we're bad guys? ”

"Whatever they may say, in any case, they will only believe that it is a rich man from a foreign land who sits at this table. You say yes, right? Vekily waved her hand disdainfully, crossed her legs, and reached for Draenor with a goblet.

"Haha...... That's a bit of a struggle. ”

Draenor smiled wryly, tilting his glass and touching Viklico's glass, as if celebrating something. He then drank the pale pink drink, which had a hint of alcohol in addition to its sweet and sour taste.

"It's the first time I've seen you drink alcohol, how does it taste?" Vicky said with a smile, a blush already forming on her face.

Draenor looked at the empty glasses, remembering the he had experienced along the way, and, of course, the faces he might never see again.

His expression froze for a moment, but he still showed a relieved smile,

"It's so much better than that damn rum in Spiritwater anyway."