The mottled hallway, which smelled worse than the outside world, began to wonder if he had gone the wrong way and strayed into some kind of gas chamber used to torture the prisoners. As if in response to his doubts, guidance prompts such as please move forward are written on the walls in various languages, as if they are afraid that the comer will choose to turn back. This kind of design that is both stressful and encouraging reveals the bad taste of the builders here, like a slave owner in a quarry telling his slaves to rest as long as they move another basket of stones, but after one basket it is still a basket, but he always says it is sincere.

Just as the mage was considering whether or not to smash the partitions, the smell around him suddenly disappeared without warning. Cheese was stunned for a moment, then tried to take two steps back, and sure enough, the disgusting smell in his nose was again, but when he moved a position, the smell disappeared. He looked up and saw holes in the upper hallway, and when he reached out and put his hand underneath them, he could feel a faint but rapid movement of air. It looks like it's a kind of ventilation device, and the power to drive it is likely to be a water wheel. In this way, the smell in the previous corridor is more deliberate.

Fancy, and arrogant. This is what Cheese said about the person who set up this mechanism. Even if it were to sift through its own customers, the tavern called Yuhe was a bit too annoying, and the people who built the passage were simply teasing the entrants as if they were some kind of inferior beings to themselves. This is not the human style of doing things, because very few people are really arrogant to this extent, and people's arrogance is often very superficial, and their arrogance is based on knowing that they are physically indistinguishable from the other person before they act aggressively, rather than trying to play with the target from a psychological level.

Disgust was followed by curiosity, and the mage had to admit that this practice was somewhat similar to that of the Grey Robes, where the master's reluctance to communicate was the same as that of Cheese and his fellow disciples. The wise man never bothered to explain his actions to the fool. He seemed to have said this to Elsa, and now he has a fever on his face just thinking about it, and now he seems to have said it a little embarrassing.

Suppressing his thoughts, Cheese continued in the hallway without the strange smell, probably because of habit, and he began to construct in his mind the path he had traveled and the dark grids and structures that he could observe, in order to deduce the real structure of the building. For there is no doubt that having such a facility in front of a tavern would squeeze the house into its own volume, and would be too extravagant for a building built on an artificial platform where space is precious. The mage didn't believe that someone who could build a tavern in such a place would be so extravagant, and there must have been other purposes for this design, such as hindering foreign invasions?

As he thought about it, the air began to smell different from the previous stench, a faintly sweet smell, like a candle with spices lit by a nobleman in the living room. The hand is claw-shaped, and it is gently fished out of the air, and the invisible smell is trapped in the palm of the hand and turns into a small cloud of lilac dust. Cheese leaned his nose closer to sniff it, then shook his head slightly, he smelled the inducing smell of herbs in the spices. A small dose can be mistaken for a nervous or relaxed reaction, but in a life-and-death battle, this small effect can be enough to reverse the outcome. This cautious look doesn't match the arrogance just now.

The second half of the road is much easier than the first half, and the difference between the two is like two sides of a coin, one is arrogant and unreasonable, and the other is cautious. As the hallway deepened, the surrounding walls were no longer shoddy wooden panels, but a black stone material that was not as hard. Cheese knew that the hardness of this stone was not ideal, but its naturally porous structure made it a good soundproofing ability, so it was the best choice when building a secret room or torture room. The silver ornamentation on the walls glowing with precious metals also gives the illusion of being in a luxurious castle.

At the end of the hallway, there is a large wooden bar, but in a different style from the wide-open furniture of the Dwarven Tavern. Whether it's the rounded and curly edge of the tabletop or the silver partition on the wine cabinet reminiscent of tree branches, there is an exotic and distinctive style. At first, Cheese couldn't remember where the décor came from, until he saw the figure behind the bar.

In a crisp gray gown, with the same silver floral pattern on the cuffs and waist, a white shirt and fluttering lace embellishments on the placket, the man looked less like a bartender and more like a prince going to a ball. It's just that the ball that the prince is going to attend is destined to be a little dangerous, because the dark red eyes have revealed his identity, a vampire, and a bloodline transformed by elves.

"Even among first-time guests, you're the one who takes the longest. What do you see in my hallway?" The long silver-gray hair was tied into a ponytail and slung over his shoulders, and the elf's age was hard to identify from his face, let alone a vampire. He asked, as if he was preparing something, and judging by his technique, he had been in this business for some time.

"Contradictory. Ordinary people may think that what you put out is a disguise, and the further you go inside, the closer you get to what you really think, but I think it's the opposite. No matter how gentle they may be, the Bloodline will feed on intelligent creatures unless you can overcome your blood addiction. Cheese walked over to the bar, and across from the bar was a wooden door, but it certainly wasn't something that could be opened at will.

"Good insight, sir. Pierced through the surface, the vampire's face didn't change, and he didn't seem to mind being commented on in the slightest, "But I warn you, no bloodline can overcome blood addiction. ”

"You have more say in that. Cheese nodded, not arguing with the other party. But he did see the vampire who didn't need to drink blood to survive, the vampire who raised him. Angela drinks blood purely out of taste, just like people choose delicious food, purely for taste enjoyment, and has nothing to do with satiety. It's just that it doesn't need to be spoken.

"Well, you have some meaning, some guts, and some insight. Meet our hospitality standards, and you can go in after drinking this glass, this glass I please. The vampire mixed the drink and put it on the counter.

The mage picked up the glass and sniffed it, "This glass is free, but how much should I pay for that glass when it comes out?"

The bartender had a big smile on his face, he stretched out his hand, snatched the glass from the cheese and drank it himself, "I've covered it with thirty spices, and you can still smell it, well, you're a good customer." But don't worry, it's just insurance against someone making trouble. ”

In that glass of wine, there was a chronic poison that was not fatal, but it would make people suffer excruciatingly. Pretending to give the liquor mixed with poison to the customer for free, and then asking for a high price to provide the antidote when leaving, as long as you can see through the first point, you can naturally think of everything. As for the poison, it was naturally ineffective against vampires.

"You're too suspicious, business here must be bad. ”

"Oh, yes? Then I would say the opposite, my business here is very prosperous. ”