Rex pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and walked in, seeing that the tavern was full of guests. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info where were the noisy guests just now, everyone looked at the strange guests who walked in with a strange look, as if they wanted to find out their intentions from his next performance. No one was willing to greet him, fixed to a chair like a statue, neither speaking nor moving.

Rex was watched by everyone, but he didn't feel inhibited at all. He politely nodded to the statues in the room as a sign of his respect for them. Then he gracefully walked through the crowd and walked straight to the tavern counter, where he sat on a stool about the height of the counter.

The statues finally returned to normal in a relatively static state and continued to do what they had to do. The boss standing at the counter cracked his stubble mouth, revealing his unclean yellow teeth, and greeted Rex with a smile, "Hello, stranger." Welcome to the Hunter's Tavern, where I'm Ron, the owner. What do you need, wine, bread, barbecue, or a room?" his voice was hoarse and old, with a rich Nord accent.

Ron was a Nord man in his mid-fifties. He was tall, broad-chested, with a somewhat rough gray skin and a very old silver beard. There was not a single hair on his head, and his brown eyes were sunken in his sockets as if they were about to dry up. Dressed in a clean gray-green linen robe, tied with a hemp rope belt, and legging cotton boots on his feet, he dressed like the standard of an old country man, and Ron looked extremely shabby compared to the extravagant makeup of the Night Mother.

Rex smiled back very politely, then put his hands on the countertop and said, "Please give me an aged dragon breath wine, on the rocks!"

"Guest, you have such good taste," Ron praised, "and I will tell you the truth, my Dragon's Breath is the best drink in Skyrim, and it is exclusively for the Imperial Palace. Even the Hundred Flowers City Hundred Flowers Secret Wine, which is famous for its winemaking, is not as good as my Dragon's Breath wine, and I can guarantee that if you taste my wine, you will never be interested in anything else. Your vision and taste are truly superb. Ron rambled, "Please wait a minute, I'll give it to you now!"

He finally turned around and walked slowly to the large wine cabinet in the back, which was a head taller than Ron's, and contained five layers of horizontal boards on top and bottom, each of which was divided into small squares by vertical planks. Inside each small square is a bottle of wine, and a small label is attached to the outside. The name and taste of the sake are recorded in detail on the label. And there are about fifty such squares.

Ron stood in front of them, intently looking through each label, and finally pulled out a bottle full of red liquid in the upper middle compartment. "Found it, finally found it, that's it. Ron said happily.

Slowly walking behind the counter again, he pushed the bottle in his hand in front of Rex and said, "Here, you want, Ron Special Vintage Dragon's Breath!"

"Thank you!" Rex placed a gold coin on his thumb, clenched his fist, and flicked it lightly with his thumb. The coin "whizzed" through the air for a distance, then landed, spinning rapidly on the counter in front of Ron. Ron saw that its rotation was slowing down, and he gently pressed his palm towards the gold coin, and in an instant, the gold coin stopped in his palm.

He put the gold coins in the counter drawer and wanted to get to know the strange guest who had suddenly arrived. When he just finished the foreshadowing of the opening remarks, his mood was adjusted to just the right amount. At this moment, the two hunters sitting by the window shouted at him, "Hey, old man, don't be lazy there and chat, and serve us another plate of barbecue." ”

Ron had no choice but to say, "Sorry, I have to go to the kitchen, please take care of yourself." ”

"Okay. Rex nodded at him.

"Wait a minute, you two, I'll send it to you right away. Ron shouted in a hoarse voice, and hurried out of the counter and into the kitchen through the side door on the right.

Rex sat alone on a stool and poured himself a glass of wine, when he smelled a strange fragrance coming to his nose, the fragrance of which stimulated his taste buds and aroused his curiosity. He picked up the glass and stuck the tip of his tongue in, which tasted a little wine and retracted into his mouth. Let the wine swirl in your mouth, stirring quickly on your tongue, down, forward, back, left and right. Until the entire upper and lower jaws of the mouth are fully in contact with the liquor, and then take a large sip of dragon breath wine, and suddenly feel a cool, stream-like juice in the mouth, slowly sliding from the throat into the stomach, moistening the lungs and refreshing the spleen.

In an instant, the boiling blood in his veins calmed down like a pacified wild horse, and the whole person was refreshed and refreshed, and the fatigue caused by the continuous rush was also swept away, and the muscles of the whole body were rejuvenated, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's really good wine!"

What was originally a gloomy mood has now become happy and comfortable. He sat on a stool with his back to the counter, sipping his wine as he began to take a closer look at the diners in the room.

In the middle seat were the patrol captains and soldiers who had been met on the road, who must have sent the criminals to prison, and were now talking and laughing together, frequently raising their cups and drinking ale.

The two hunters sitting by the window seemed to be talking about someone's wife, because their eyes were full of the kind of bachelor's longing for a woman. Ron had just brought them a plate of roasted deer legs, interrupting the conversation between the two. Their prey bags were placed at their feet, and they looked like they were full of prey. At a table adjacent to them sat an elven priest, dressed in black monk's robes, his hair a golden wheat. He sat quietly on a stool, holding a beautifully wrapped book in his hand, reading intently. Due to the angle, Rex couldn't read the name of the book. On the table in front of the priest was a plate of toasted bread sprinkled with pickled mushrooms, and next to it was a strangely shaped round-bellied iron cup filled with milk.

White light shone in through the window, making the priest's face even whiter. To the right of the priest was a large wooden table, around which sat three Imperial warriors in steel armor, close to the kitchen, and Ron would greet them every time he came out of the kitchen. The warriors were reticent, occasionally making an irrelevant comment to the rest of the shop, then picking up their oversized iron wine glasses and clinking glasses to drink the warriors' favorite, absinthe.

There was a fireplace in the middle of the kitchen and the doorway, and a pile of wood was burning in the fireplace. In front of it, there is a concave fire pit, on which hangs a large iron pot, in which fragrant beef soup is boiling, and the smell of meat fills the whole room. A Nord woman about Ron's age with a cloth towel on her head came out of the kitchen, walked over to the iron pot, and used a wooden spoon with a long handle to stir it constantly to prevent the broth from burning.

The most striking thing about Rex was a young, beautiful girl standing in the corner of the house, who looked to be about sixteen years old, standing there quietly singing with a lute in her hands. The girl had beautiful fiery red hair, fair and delicate skin, and rosy lips that were full and plump. A pair of large dark brown eyes full of aura. There is a particularly striking scar on her left eye, but it does not ruin her appearance, on the contrary, it makes the face look more mysterious and charming.

She had bare pink shoulders and a slender and graceful neck, and her breasts were plump, half of which was not covered by her clothes. Wearing a beautiful necklace inlaid with gemstones, her figure is well-proportioned and her curves are exquisite, and although she is hidden in a wide costume, she can't stop the vitality of a young and beautiful girl.

"She's the tavern singer. Rex guessed.

He stopped imagining in his mind and turned his ear to the girl, only to realize that she was singing the famous song "Song of the Dragonborn" that had been passed down in the sky for a long time. The girl's singing voice is crisp and beautiful, and the song comes out of her mouth, containing passionate emotions and infectious power.

Dragonborn, Dragonborn, swear by his glory,

Banish evil forever!

Those brutal enemies will be shattered by the roar of glory,

Dragonborn, we pray for your blessings!

Listen, son of Nord, in antiquity,

Great legends about him!

The hero with the blood of the dragonmen,

It has the power to rival the sun!

On the battlefield of glory, he waved his roar,

The Celestial Continent is shattered by war!

Powerful dragon language, piercing through enemies like a sharp blade,

When the Dragonborn roars!

Scrolls, once prophesied, black wings that appeared in the cold of winter,

When brothers start killing each other!

Alduin, the evil star of kings, the shadow of darkness liberated,

With its delusions that devour heaven and earth!

But the day will come, when the dragon falls,

It will be silent forever!

The beautiful skyrim will be freed from Oduin's clutches,

The Dragonborn will be the savior of humanity!

Dragonborn, Dragonborn, swear by his glory,

Banish evil forever!

Those brutal enemies will be shattered by the roar of glory,

Dragonborn, we pray for your blessings!

Infected by the singing, the people in the room put down their wine glasses and food, got up from their chairs, and sang along with her. Everyone had a sweet smile on their faces, holding hands and dancing to the song. The tavern was drowned in cheerful singing, and everyone reveled and enjoyed the happy time to the fullest. When she finished singing, everyone applauded fiercely.

Rex watched intently as everyone sang and danced, unaware that Ron had walked up to him. "I used to be an adventurer like you, until I was hit by an arrow in the knee!" Ron said, holding a glass of wine.

Rex was startled and said in an unexpected tone, "Wow, this is something I didn't expect!"

Ron smiled faintly and said, "Life is not like this, full of unknowns and adventures, and the world is still waiting for us to explore it." Well, I hope the scene didn't scare you. ”

"No," Rex replied, "I like the atmosphere, you see we're having a lot of fun together, aren't we?" Her singing voice is beautiful, with a kind of breathtaking charm and endless aftertaste. Rex pointed to the girl and complimented.

The tavernkeeper smirked, "You found out that her singing voice has this kind of magic, so everyone in the neighborhood likes to come to the tavern to listen to her sing." ”

"What's her name, is that the singer you've invited to cheer you on?" asked Rex.

"No, she's my daughter, named Katarina. Ron replied.

"You... "Rex was surprised.

"Well, that's right, my daughter. Is there a problem?" said Ron, Sr. had a calm expression, but it was full of pretentiousness.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious, because I am intoxicated by her singing. ”

"Caterina inherited her mother's talent for singing. My wife, Hartha, was a famous singer at the Flag Tavern in Whitehorse, and when I first met her, I was always moved by her singing. Now that she is old, her voice is broken. Until we had Katerina, that crisp singing voice came back to our lives, and she was the pride of my life!" Ron said affectionately.

"If I'm not mistaken, she's your wife!" Rex glanced at the Nord woman.

"Yes. "You're right," said Ron, "for she's my wife, Hartha, who is now old and ugly, but she was a great beauty when she was young." Ron's face bloomed like a flower with happiness.