"Okay!"

With a shrill reply, Sam Ray Hiccup, the halfling owner of the five-pot wine inn, jumped on the small ladder behind the bar with his hairy feet, took a bottle of morning dew and a bottle of strong rum from the wine rack full of bottles, and then grabbed two large wooden glasses from the bar, jumped under the giant oak barrel on the side of the bar and filled it with dwarven thunder ale filled with rich and delicate foam, and then slapped the bell on the inside of the oak bar.

"Jingle bell~!"

When the bell rings, the slender hotel waitress sways her waist, dodging the claws of the drunks, and smiles coquettishly as she comes to the bar and serves her glass to the wooden table where she ordered wine.

As for whether they will make the wrong delivery, there is no need to worry, because while the customer shouts for wine, they have already connected the position of the wooden table with the alcohol ordered by the customer, and remembered it in their minds.

"Sam, I, Thunder Ale, Morning Dew, Strong Rum ......"

Lying quietly on the beam, Ron peeked out from the side of the beam to peek at the scene below, pricking up his ears to pick up the cacophony in his head, then filtering, analyzing, and memorizing.

On the continent of Faeron, the language used by humans is called the lingua franca, which is the official language of the continent of Faeron, and each place and each branch of humanity may have its own accent, but it does not prevent communication with each other.

And Ron's purpose now is to learn the language of the human beings of this world.

"Okay, and, me, the cup ......"

Due to the short time of intelligence provided by moonlight, as well as the limitations of its own physical condition, no moonlight mouse would go or be willing to try to learn human language before, but Ron is different, he was a human before he was reborn, and the intelligence that has been in a full moon state after rebirth makes Ron have the conditions and willingness to learn the lingua franca, although limited to the body structure of the moonlight mouse, Ron is still unable to speak the lingua franca, but he can understand, which is also a great help to Ron.

After all, on the continent of Faerun, humans are the most powerful race, and Ron lives in a human city, so he needs to keep an eye on the movements of humans at all times, so as to stay away from danger and look for opportunities.

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

"Oh, beautiful girl, your eyes are like the waters of the lake in Esmere, rippling in my heart~"

"Oh, beautiful girl, your skin is as white as the mist in the cloudsy mountains, it makes my soul tremble~"

On the wooden chair near the wall on the inside of the hall, the slightly drunken bard stood up and played the harp in his hand to the beautiful waitress of the hotel, which also quieted the entire hall of the five-pot wine inn, and many people shook their heads and sang softly.

"Oh, beautiful girl, why don't you go back with me and form a wonderful family~"

"Oh, beautiful girl, you will be my eternal lover until you go to heaven together~"

After singing the last verse, to the applause of the crowd, the drunken bard sat down in his seat, poured the remaining ale from the wooden cup in front of him into his mouth, and then prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, a pair of soft arms quietly wrapped around his neck, and then pressed his cheeks with a blushing cheek.

"This song "Confession" is very good!"

"My name is Anna, you moved me, I'm yours tonight~"

The innkeeper, who had just stood in front of the bard, was clearly moved by the beautiful singing, and she launched an active attack.

Naturally, the bard would not refuse such a beautiful encounter. So in the envious eyes of everyone, the two hugged each other and took the key from Sam Rayburp's hand, and quietly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"It's a wonderful time, it reminds me of the old days!"

Gently wiping his glass, Sam Ray burped his eyes mist and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He recalls the past, before he became the innkeeper, Sam was also a member of the adventurers, experienced a lot of dangers and fierce battles, but now in retrospect, it is full of warmth.

"Squeak!"

What a lucky guy to be able to catch such a beautiful girl without spending a penny!

Although Ron, who was lying on the beam, was a moonlight rat, his aesthetic concept was influenced by his previous life and was no different from ordinary humans.

Watching enviously as the bard hugged the waitress up to the second floor, Ron withdrew his gaze and refocused on the guests in the lobby of the inn below.

Listening, filtering, analyzing, memorizing.

The more words came to Ron's mind, the easier the following conversation became.

When the moon rose in the middle of the night, most of the wooden tables in the hall of the Five Pots of Wine were empty, and the rest of the people were just drinking and not talking, Ron knew it was time to return to his nest.

"Squeak!"

Whispering up to the junction of the beams and tiles, Ron followed the same path as to emerge through the gaps between the tiles, climb down the walls, into the entrance to the sewers, and finally follow the path he had come from to return to his own sewer pipe.

"Squeak!"

What a rewarding day!

Today's food is nuts!

As the leader of the moonlight rat population, Ron's food will naturally be sent to the nest by other moonlight rats, and today stacked in front of the nest is a pile of plump unknown nuts, although it is raw, but after being reborn as a moonlight rat, Ron's sense of taste has also changed, and he does not feel that these nuts are jerky and unpalatable, but feels that he has a strong aroma.

"Knock knock knock~!"

Squatting down beside the pile of nuts, Ron picked up the nuts with his front paws, biting down on the solid skin and sending the sweet kernels into his mouth.

After nibbling on five in a row, then shifting and drinking some water from a nearby clay bowl before crawling into the soft fur of the nest, Ron closed his eyes contentedly.

A good night's sleep.

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

For the next few days, Ron continued to do so, resting during the day and going to the Five Pots Hotel after dark to eavesdrop on the conversations between humans, while analyzing, remembering, understanding, and returning late at night when the Five Pots Inn's guests were scarce.

Perhaps because the soul was once human, Ron had made remarkable progress in learning the lingua franca, and although he was too physically anatomy to speak, after a few days, Ron was able to fully understand the conversation between humans in the Five Jug Liquor Hotel, except for a few slang words and difficult words that were not commonly used.

Then, the full moon descends and the rat tide returns!