The inn has an extremely elegant, elegant name that doesn't fit too well with this seedy little town - it's called "The Mist". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and the name not only appears in people's mouths, but also appears on the hotel cantilevered signboard, the signboard according to the old practice, outlining wine glasses, cutlery and beds, indicating that this place can drink, dine and stay, below these abstract patterns, the letters that make up the word "haze" are like leaf calyxes clustered with flowers clustered around them, the letters are hollowed, but also gilded, in the black iron background is particularly dazzling.

In fact, it was only under the lich's explanation that the otherworldly spirits realized that the name "Mist" was a subtle compliment. Because the red dragon often inhabits, it will spit reddish-brown smoke from the cracks in the ground, and this sulfur-smelling smoke will rise all the way into the air, dyeing the clouds the same color as them, and when the concentration of smoke and dust is high to a certain level, the smoke and dust rising from the ground will be connected to the clouds, covering the sky, mountains, birds, trees, and humans in the arms of the strong smell. Even if you have elven-sharp eyes, you can see up to three feet away, and the smoke and dust can be very uncomfortable for humans, from coughing and watery eyes to suffocating in your sleep. But Grenada, as well as those who have succumbed to Grenada's knees, have hypocritically and unwillingly named this scene "Red Haze" as a symbol of glory and a sign of prosperity.

Merchants who say they welcome mercenaries and adventurers will hang small pocket-sized weapons under their signs, but those who show favor to the Dragonborn and Warlocks can't be so straightforward to hang a part of the dragon under the sign, and some have tried to hang the cast material made of metal on the stand, but the problem is that instead of generous guests, endless trouble ensues - the casters seem to hate the use of their magic in a mocking way, so soon, Merchants learned to embed dragon-related nouns in the names of inns - but unlike the blunt taverns in Sharp Jaw Harbor (blunt head is the name of a fish, the full name is a blunt dolphin, which has a flat, huge head), there must be exceptions for body parts such as "wings" or "dragon claws", otherwise it will be difficult to explain whether you have a longing for the dragon slayers.

This was a source of embarrassment for many merchants who had barely touched books, so the Stone Inn or the Lizard Tavern often popped up around Grenada, but the name Lich also thought it was good, and it seemed that the owner of the inn had not skimped on gold coins, or ......

- Ah, the lich whispered, though no one could hear him shouting so loudly in the sea of knowledge, that this woman had a warlock lover or a relative.

The soul of the other world only looked away after a moment's pause, it had been in this plane for several years, and of course it would not stare intently at something of interest as it had at the beginning, and the talent given to him by the bloodline would allow him to obtain enough information even for a brief glimpse of the flame of calcium carbide. It was a young woman, with thick hair and eyebrows, and fine little fuzz on her cheeks and lips, except that her whole body looked shaggy, her eyes were gray-green, and there were black rings around her iris, which made them beastly aggressive, and her body was not slender, but rather plump and robust. When Ostahl and Cremar entered, she was vigorously wiping the bar, the surface of the bar was wood, probably oak, anyway, the black grease had penetrated into it, and even the pattern had become blurred, but it was a good reflection of the arm that pulled the sleeve up to the shoulder, it was swollen and not white enough, but it accentuated a sensual beauty.

- She used rouge. Said the once undead.

- Is Rouge special? The soul of the other world questioned, in the dimensional bag of the princess of the Norman Highlands, except for the scroll, In addition to runes and armor, there were also many precious ornaments and clothing, her rouge was contained in a small jar of gold, which looked like solidified red grease, and as for Fro's priest, not to mention Meimi, her dressing table and bathroom were filled with all kinds of balms and powders like women from another plane, and even more, after all, Reverend Flo's body was often praised by men as a fiery temple; Some of the women you meet in Thundercastle and the Dragonfire Islands can find some similar marks on their faces. In the impression of the souls of the other world, the only ones who are not very interested in this may be the women of the elves, but according to Kerryben, they also use a small amount of makeup to make themselves more attractive when they meet their lovers.

The soul of the other world hung his shoulders, he probably would never return to the jungle, and let the lich say that if he continued to deny and lie, he might be able to delay this unpleasant outcome for a while, but this was not the best way for them to deal with it - the previous one could be said to be a last resort, and the rest could only be classified as ill-intentioned.

However, the soul of the other world is not very difficult to accept, it is its nightmare to be pointed at by the elf's bow and arrow, but this nightmare has been done not a hundred times but also ninety-nine times, when Kerryben's vision became cold, in addition to sadness and fear, it was more relieved to be 'ah, sure enough', and it was able to no longer deceive its friends so that it got a little comfort.

- That's spiral shell red. The former undead calmly continued the subject, though the other seemed to have forgotten their previous curiosity - a very rare dye, produced in small quantities, but it could dye the thickest crimson, like the color of blood clotting, and the red that Warlocks and Dragonborns liked the most - because it could only be obtained from a shell that lived in the deep sea, and could not be cultivated in captivity, so the yield could not be increased. But Grenada's red robes wouldn't say, well, it's okay, we're going to use other dyes, so this dye has always been monopolized by the Dragonborns, and there are red dyes elsewhere, but the ochre is brown, the cinnabar is brighter, the madder is pink, the saffron is purple, and the color of the purple rivet shellac is too dull, so the rouge she applied to her lips and cheeks could only be toned with spiral shellfish.

――Nothing to do with gold?

- The Dragonborns love gold, of course, but they prefer exclusivity and particularity - and this human female can only get Spiral Red from her relatives and lovers.

――Is that okay?

- It's just an ambiguous little favor, the Warlock Tower isn't so harsh as it is, the lich said, but she's also a deterrent to use this color on her lips.

-- To deter the small, otherworldly soul quickly said that its memory was incomplete, but even with the knowledge it had gained throughout the plane, it would be difficult to run an inn in a chaotic place without the support of a lord, guild, or spellcaster, and a few "normal" fights for a tavern alone would be enough to bankrupt a merchant of ordinary fortune - If he can't get compensation from the brawlers, catching and trying the brawlers and forcing them to pay for them is not something that a lowly civilian can do.

By this time they were already seated at the table, the taverns and inns of the Maghreb city-state were the same as Grenada, you have to pay before you can get the food, Ostarr threw out a gold coin without paying attention, and the woman with the spiral red on her lips grabbed it without even raising her head, and then quickly piled up a large pile of things in a wooden tray and delivered it to their table.

The most common unleavened cakes, tomato beans and cured meats, sausages, and a large chunk of cheese with blue mold, "What wine?" she asked, her tone as crude as her appearance.

"Blood wine. Ostar said.

"That's expensive. ”

"I gave you a gold coin. Ostal said, his tone was unquestionable, and he put his hands on the table, the others might have made this pose to show weakness, but he made this pose more to threaten, the fingers of the hands were slender and distinct, suitable for both casting gestures and holding daggers and daggers, the woman looked at him suspiciously, not sure if the other party was a spellcaster or a thief as he appeared, but put away the idea of blackmail.

After realizing that the two inhabitants were strangers but not ignorant rookies, she turned back to the back of the room and came out with two bottles of cider and a cooing pigeon - there are many ways to make blood red wine, and in most taverns you can only drink the blood red wine that has already been mixed, and you will not know where the stench of blood comes from in the spicy wine, rats or toads? The host, like that, did not take out the base wine and the living creatures until the guests had ordered the blood-red wine, cut their necks on the spot, poured the hot blood into the glass, and then washed away with the liquor.

The young woman moved very neatly, and instead of using a dagger or any other sharp object, she directly broke the pigeon's neck, and the pigeon's body spasmed, and she skimmed it back so that the feathers and dust would not fall into the cup as she struggled, and with the other hand held its neck, pinching its beak open, allowing the blood to flow through the tiny cracks and into the cup.

"You probably don't like it. Ostal said, it has to be said that he becomes especially likable when he needs to appear reliable and gentle, and that pretending to be an amiable elder is no more difficult for him than breathing, after all, he already has two so-called "disciples" who can be described as quite pitiful. The dead Demon and Dylan of Thundercastle, although he sat in front of a dragonborn, he was weak and kind, the kind that Ostar liked the most, and he even had to be grateful to the mage who took him away from Gredy's court, Cremar had the bloodline that dragons hated the most, but the other half of the bloodline belonged to the dragon, and this contradiction gave him a strange charm, and no one would not be attracted to him after approaching him.

If he was in the Warlock's Tower, he would be a nuisance, Ostarr reconfirmed. "But you have to get used to it, it's the most popular drink in Grenada," he said earnestly, "and it's the drink that appears most often at banquets, or at a lover's house, even during a nap," he said, adding: "Of course you can resent and refuse, but then you may be perceived as too cowardly and weak." ”

The soul of the other world lifted the cup, the cup used by this hotel to hold the red blood wine was not a wooden cup or a precious silver cup, but a cloudy glass, even so, the traces of blood hanging on the wall of the cup could still be said to be clear, the cider rushed into the blood, from pale golden yellow to gray-black, and at the same time there was a smell of inferior alcohol, if it weren't for the lack of chemical industry here, the soul of the other world would almost have thought that it was made of industrial alcohol - Ostahl misunderstood his hesitation, " It's not that bad," he advised, "and if you're really not used to it, you can put some honey before you enter Grenada." ”

The Otherworldly Soul shook his head, and he took a sip tentatively - he didn't like alcohol very much, and the terrible taste made him frown, but Ostar's thought that he would hate the taste of fresh blood in wine was a big mistake, physiologically speaking, the vegetarian diet of the Eya Elves was only due to the environment and habits they were in, otherwise how did the Singer Elves manage to change their recipes in a few decades? Psychologically, not to mention the lich, even if it is a spirit from another world, the country in which it is located, even in the entire plane, can be said to be a dragon that carries on the tip of countless tongues, for them, there is nothing that cannot be eaten, only what is not delicious - more accurately, there is no way to make it delicious.

Many people are disgusted by blood, but the soul of the other world loves duck blood, and when it hunts ducks in this plane, it also wants to have a hot, spicy pot of duck blood, but it is stopped by the former undead - in this plane, it is not a sin to eat the blood of other creatures, but if you can make it delicious, it will make people question what you did before - just like people from another plane still can't figure out what the first crab eater was thinking.

So the strange-tasting cider only made the soul of the other world frown, and simply drank it, since it was unavoidable, should it be tasted in small sips like a soup? Blood red wine is warm, but when it reaches a deeper place, it becomes scorching, and the remaining smell of blood in the mouth begins to thicken.

"Pigeon stew. He remembered this, and the pigeon's blood was dripping from their table to the back of the bar, and many of the birds he had eaten before had probably not been so thoroughly bloodied—the innkeeper shrugged her shoulders and threw the pigeon to a slave huddled in a corner. (To be continued.) )