"The temperature slowly decreased over time, and soon, the end of the year (December) arrived, and the cold air currents blew from the roof of the world, all the way south, and finally over the cloudy mountains, enveloping the hinterland of Amm, and naturally, as the capital of Amm, Ascaltra was not immune.

As a result, the people of the city began to wrap themselves in thick winter clothes, and the wealthy merchants of the Gem District wore coats and cloaks made of precious furs from the northern frontiers of Faerun, and their hands were also covered with gloves made of warm fur. Of course, after putting on the gloves, they still don't forget to put a few rings encrusted with precious stones on the fingers of their gloved hands to show their identity.

However, even in such a cold season, the commercial activities of Ascalla are still thriving, and the cold wind blows the forehead heated by the quarrel, and in the commercial area of the commercial district, which is twice the size of the market of Waterdeep, merchants from all over the mainland quarrel, discuss, bargain, and finally conclude a contract in the [Golden Dome], a small town-sized temple of Waukin, to get rid of the strange goods brought from all over the world, and bring the products they need to embark on the journey again.

............

"Squeak!"

It's already a convex moon, and it looks like the full moon is coming!

Cautiously poking his head out of the sewers, Ron tilted his head to breathe in the cold night air of Ascatra as he shoved the moon high above the dark canopy.

It was already the middle of the moon at the end of the year, and in a few days it would be another full moon, and it had been more than twenty days since Ron had taken over the body of the leader of the moonlight rats.

It's no secret that it's harder to build small muscles than large ones, and the same goes for Ron who controls the body of the Moonlight Rat Leader. Basically controlling the body, Ron only took thirteen steps, but it wasn't until three days ago that Ron was able to completely control the entire body and truly integrate into this world.

Moreover, unlike the Moonlight Rat's leader's memory, where his intelligence and strength would change with the full moon, Ron found that his intelligence level and strength state did not change with the moon, but remained the same as the last full moon.

Perhaps the level of intelligence can be explained by the change that occupies the body and soul, after all, Ron was once a human, although he was a human in another world, but no matter how low his intelligence level is, he will not fall into the state of a beast.

But the strength status depends on the body, and the condition without change is obviously difficult to explain. This made Ron puzzled, but also with joy, puzzled that he did not understand the reason why the strength did not change with the moon, and the joy was that the powerful body made Ron's chances of survival in this strange world a little greater.

"Squeak!"

Perhaps this is the benefit of being born again!

After all, every reborn person has a protagonist aura that belongs to the protagonist!

Ron thought.

Of course, while getting familiar with his body, Ron did not forget to understand the surrounding environment, although he was deep in the sewers under Ascatla, but through the deep digging of the Moonlight Rats Leader Collective, Ron also had a general understanding of the layout of the entire city.

The city, called Askatra, is mainly composed of seven districts, namely the city gate area, the slum area, the market area, the bridge area, the dock area, the cemetery area, and the administrative area. (Before the Year of Turmoil, there was no temple area in Ascata)

As the name suggests, the status of several areas can be basically seen from the name. The Gate District is naturally a small area after entering the Gates of Ascatla, located in the northeast corner of the city, and mainly serves merchants from all over the world who enter Azcatra.

To the right of the gate area is the administrative district, which is the ruling institution and the place where the ruling class lives in Ascatla, because the noble goddess Sheanworth never gave authority to Amm's ruling class, so there is no nobility in Ascalla, and all social status is determined by money.

To the south of the district, a river runs through the city from northeast to southwest, cutting Ascatra in half, and a bridge towering high enough to overlook the city stands on the river, hence the name of the district.

This area, which includes both sides of the river and the area around the bridge, is where the middle class of Ascatra lived, with stone buildings dotting the area and hundreds of twisting alleys dividing the bridge area into a labyrinth and creating countless hidden spaces.

Further south from the Bridge District, the Market District, the Slum and the Wharf District surround the Bridge District, which is located directly south of the Bridge District, and in the middle is the Wojin Mall, named after the goddess of wealth, which is the most prosperous area of the city.

Located to the southwest of the market district, the docklands boasted the largest port in Amm, and in addition to the overland trade routes, the sea lanes also transported a steady stream of goods and merchants to Ascaltra, greatly contributing to the prosperity of Askatra. At the junction of the market area and the docklands is a large and small town-like temple of Wokkin.

The slum is the largest area in the whole of Askatla, occupying a large area on the east side of the city of Askatla, bordering the city gate area, the bridge area, the market area, and even extending from under the bridge, and the area that connects the west side of the bridge area with the dock area also occupies a small area.

In the southeastern part of the city is the land of the dead, the cemetery.

And the land part of all these areas was encased by a sturdy stone enclosure six feet high and six feet wide that served as a protective barrier.

............

"Squeak!"

Let's go!

Looking around to make sure that no eyes were on him, Ron dragged his brown and supple fur body out of the sewer entrance, carefully following the corner of the wall towards the target he had identified after his last observation.

Turning a corner, more than ten meters ahead is Ron's target this time: the five-pot wine inn, as its name suggests, although it does not have the five glittering silver flasks on the signboard, but it is like three round oak barrels stacked side by side with three spacious stone terraced houses, which also seems quite sincere.

Moreover, Wujujiu is not so much a hotel as a tavern, because in this inn you can find all the fine wines produced in the continent of Feren, and the variety of alcohol is so rich that you can't find a second one even in the entire west coast of Feren.

Therefore, even on such a cold winter night, the hall of the Wuju Liquor Hotel was still brightly lit, and from time to time there were strong human men who were drinking heartily laughing and talking, accompanied by the angry screams of the innkeepers, causing bursts of laughter.

"Squeak!"

One, two, three, jump!

Sneaking into the corner of the inn, Ron leaped on his hind legs and jumped briskly onto the foundation of the five-pot inn, then grabbed the rough stone wall with his front paws. Agile as a gecko, Ron quickly climbed up the eaves, burrowed into the gaps between the tiles, and finally landed lightly on the thick beams above the hall.

"Sam, two more big glasses of Thunder Ale!"

"Sam, I want a glass of strong rum!"

"And me, Sam, I want a bottle of morning dew!"

(I didn't find DND's wine information, and I directly borrowed the name of Warcraft's wine, sorry!)