The Black Rose Tavern is located on Massander Street in the 2nd Arrondissement, two blocks away from Quinland Street, and was spotted by Norman when he inquired passers-by all the way to get there.

It was a long, two-story building, made of wood, with a wide front face, a large black rose pattern above the lintel, and a wine barrel next to it, indicating that this was the Black Rose Tavern.

There were two teenagers standing guard at the door of the tavern, and there were several young boys and girls around the perimeter.

Why not go in?

Norman glanced at the people blocking the door suspiciously, and without stopping, he walked directly to the door of the tavern and was about to enter, but the two teenagers at the door stretched out their hands and stopped the guy with his arms hanging.

"Tired of wilting?"

The boy on the left opened his mouth to ask, and Norman was stunned as soon as he spoke.

What is he talking about? What language is this?

"Tired of wilting?"

The boy asked again, seeing Norman's stunned look, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, and stretched out his hand to push Norman out, and Norman's physique was not taken into account by him—he didn't believe that anyone would dare to do anything to him in the second district.

But the boy's hand didn't really push on Norman.

"Eighteen. ”

After the boy asked a second time, Norman finally understood, and subconsciously answered in the ancient language.

And the reason why Norman can understand is thanks to the mages in his body.

"Why do I think what he said is so strange, strange and familiar, am I suddenly untaught in the otherworldly language?"

"Me too, could it be that the miracles of the Father's Cult have come to us through time and space?"

"I rely on, you can't hear this? Isn't he speaking Chinese?" 'Your age'!"

"6666666, praise the big brother, you can hear it, it's also a talent. ”

"I'm dizzy, this pronunciation is biased to grandma's house, right? ”

"I used to think that the anchor didn't distinguish between the front and back, I was wrong, I now know how pure the anchor's Chinese pronunciation is!"

......

It was only after the mages reminded him that Norman finally understood.

Hearing that Norman finally answered his question, the young man withdrew his hand, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and exchanged glances with the young man beside him.

This old accent is very pure.

Then the boy asked a second question, also in his old plastic language: "Tired of it?"

Norman now had experience, and after careful identification, he understood that the other party was asking his name, so he replied, "Norman." ”

He thought there would be a third problem, and he was ready, but he didn't expect the young man to get out of the way, turn his head to the side, and gesture inward to him.

"Let's go inside. ”

Now the boy used the lingua franca, which made Norman listen a little more comfortable, and then hurried through the door and entered, without looking back, really not wanting to listen to the boy anymore.

That old saying made him really worry about it.

Once inside, it's inside the Black Rose Tavern.

The tavern was large and rectangular in shape, with a raised table at the innermost point, an open space in the middle, and a row of long tables flanked by a few chairs in front of them. Probably for the sake of secrecy, the tavern's windows were all closed, which made the tavern poorly lit, but the coarse beeswax scattered throughout the tavern made up for it.

There were quite a lot of people in the tavern, and at a cursory glance, there were about twenty or thirty of them, all of them young men and girls, and the oldest looked no more than eighteen. Now these boys and girls are scattered in the tavern, either sitting at long tables or standing in the open space in the middle of the room with a glass of red wine in their hands and talking to each other, and they have all spontaneously dispersed into many small groups, talking and laughing in twos and threes.

As Norman entered, a few people leaning on the door turned their eyes, and after inspecting Norman's strange shape twice, they looked at Norman's face again, and saw that it was a stranger they didn't know, and they all took their eyes back and talked to the people around them again.

If the boy hadn't lied to him, the boys and girls would have been students of the black-robed mages and potential customers, but Norman didn't immediately go up and sell them the rice grid.

His gaze was completely drawn to the long tables on the left and right sides of the tavern.

To be precise, I was attracted by what was on the long table.

Butter pastry, black and white face, mousse cheese, sugar gas ...... During his time at the Franklin house, Norman knew a lot more about the types of pastries, but even then he couldn't recognize all the pastries on the long table, and could only make out a few, more of which he hadn't seen.

In addition to the various breads and pastries, there are also large trays of meat: black and red pork strips with a rich sauce, tender and bloody steaks, and sturgeon grilled with a crispy and slightly black skin......

More meat that Norman hadn't seen.

In addition to bread and pastries and various meats, there are also a variety of vegetables and legumes, all of which are delicious and appetizing just by looking at them, and there is also a lot of wine, all red wine, which is served in small oak barrels and placed horizontally on a long table. When someone wants to pour wine, they pull the cork on the top of the barrel, take the glass, and then plug the stopper, and the rich and translucent red wine sways in the crystal Cyris glass, exuding a fragrant wine smell that makes people drool just by looking at it.

Goodo......

Norman hadn't eaten breakfast and had been busy all morning, and now he encountered this kind of scene, and he couldn't help it, and his stomach screamed directly. So he simply didn't bother to sell rice characters, calmly walked to the long table, casually stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of black and white face like everyone else and put it to his mouth unhurriedly to eat, and his eyes casually glanced left and right in the whole process.

No one paid attention to him.

This reassured Norman to swallow the black and white face in two bites, and then moved two steps directly to the bloodshot steak, grabbed it and gnawed, oh no, it was elegant......

Even when he was at Franklin's house, the food was not so good, not to mention that Norman hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and this free meal was so hearty that he almost forgot the purpose of his visit. Fortunately, as his stomach was gradually filled, his sanity gradually returned.

"Hiccup~~"

Norman burped three glasses of wine in a row, and the attraction of many delicacies he had never seen before was greatly reduced, and he finally returned to this world from his own food world.

"I'm glad we're all together again this year, I see a few familiar faces among you, but I hope I don't see you again next year, and you don't see me again, you know what I mean......"

There was a young man's voice talking.

Norman turned around with a plate of small pastries whose names he did not know, and saw that everyone had gathered in the open space in the middle, and they all looked at the table in front of them, and on the table there was a young man who looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was smiling and looking very elegant.

Listen, Norman had a rough idea of what was going on here.

It is a pre-exam gathering for students taking entrance exams, which is held every year, with participants from the surrounding cities as well as from Cárdenas locals.

According to the young man, this party called the "Pansy Association" seems to be a famous event, and it is not something that anyone can participate in if they want to.

Attending this party is not based on your family background and teachers, but only on whether you have the required level of old language - well, probably the two questions asked by the teenager at the door. Therefore, the people who can participate in this gathering are the elites of the year, and most of them are students of the black-robed mages, and many of them are popular candidates to pass the entrance exam.

And this party is not just for them to eat and drink, but also for the purpose of testing their ancient language skills, and having a competition with each other before the entrance exam, so that everyone can realize what status their level is among these candidates who are most likely to pass the exam, so as to be mentally prepared for the exam, and by the way, compare one, two, and three.

The second or third place is not in vain, and it is not a problem for those who can get the first, second or third place to pass the entrance exam, it has been the case for many years, without exception, it is an opportunity to see in advance whether they can enter the church school. What's more, if you can get a place, then you will immediately become famous among all the students, and everyone will know your name, which is a great honor, and even your own family will be a lot of glory.

Of course, none of this is Norman's business, he is here to sell Mizige.

Norman's gaze wandered through the crowd for a while, and he soon found a target.

It was a fat-faced little fat man, demented, and easy to deceive at first glance.