The veal steak is cooked just right, and with a piping hot glass of butterbeer, it doesn't get much better than this. Pen & Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Douglas sat at a round table, holding a refined Mithril knife in one hand and a refined Mithril fork in the other. For a gray dwarf, the love for Mithril goes deep into the bones. Unlike the average human aristocracy, most of the small artifacts used by Douglas in Bergner's manor were made of Mithril.

Kate discovered his master's preferences early on, and the King Moore that Douglas handed her was enough for her to splurge for a long time. In the bedroom of the two of them, there is a complete tea set made of Mithril.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've sat down like this and had a quiet breakfast made by Kate. Douglas drank the beer from his glass and groaned in comfort. There was no one else in the whole dining room, except for the male owner of Bergner Manor and his slave girl. Kate had specifically instructed that the handsome maids should not be allowed to approach the door of the restaurant without her orders.

"Then you stay and don't run around. Kate blushed slightly, "These days when you're away, Kate is very worried. ”

"Don't worry, I won't be out for so long. Douglas took the half-orc Catwoman in her maid costume in her arms. Morwriel had already made up her mind on the stargazing platform last night, and the matter of going out for adventurers in the future would be left to Tianhuo to come to the team. After all, he is a gold-level adventurer, and he is also an experienced adventurer, and such a person would be a waste if he didn't use it. Moreover, the gray dwarf's choice was to become a great blacksmith, so he decided to stay in the blacksmith shop in the future and improve his forging skills as soon as possible.

Breakfast was followed by a routine post-dinner exercise, and Douglas greedily sucked in the air rich in estrogen scents, like a drowning child grasping at a straw next to him and sinking into the sea.

Salit Larsson stood in front of Morgritte's door, glancing at a sign hanging from the rusty doorknob that read in large, thin letters: Slight Disturbance.

The lord of White Rock Town had already come to see it a few times, but the door of the gray dwarf still didn't want to open it. There was no movement in there. Salit Larsson hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help it, and just as she raised her hand, Angela the fairy appeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Madam, do you have anything important?" Angela walked over and grabbed the lord's arm very warmly, "You have something to tell me the same, Mowglitte has just returned, and he needs plenty of rest." ”

Angela was right, the grey dwarf needed plenty of rest, and Douglas fought the orc Catwoman for three more rounds early in the morning. "What a depraved life, no wonder those southern nobles are tireless in such a life, it is so refreshing. "The gray dwarf said goodbye to Kate, he can't spend all his time in bed today, there are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in purgatory.

"You're making noise at the door early in the morning, and you're not letting people sleep?" asked Morgritte, dressed in a linen pajamas, as she opened the wooden door of her room and yawned.

"Morgritte, you're finally awake!" Salit Larsson asked with a smile.

"I haven't woken up yet!" Morgriet said, rubbing her eyes.

"Mogg, come with me," Salit Larsson pulled the gray dwarf in his pajamas through the dark hallways to the halls of Purgatory. The renovation of the hall is nearing completion. The tall dome is supported by four pitch-black, round, black-iron pillars, and the former rough log support is gone. The immediate consequence of this change is that the hall of this purgatory is much wider than before, and you must know that the previous dome was supported by almost thirty logs more than one meter thick. Now it is supported by four pure black iron pillars with a diameter of thirty kung knots.

The dome is hanging down one by one silk threads, each silk thread is different from the ground, some are seven or eight meters high, some are three or four meters short, and there is a sand of time hanging under each silk thread, of course, these are the sand of time that can adjust the brightness. The sands of time of various colors are scattered around the hall.

Around the dome is a boxy cubicle with a sofa, a table, and a cot for resting. As long as the wooden door of the cubicle is closed, it is a separate space.

After taking Morgriette's hand and walking around the Purgatory, Salit Larson asked with some confusion, "Isn't Purgatory going to continue to be a tavern?"

Mowglitte let Angela out behind her, "If you have any questions, you should ask her, and the affairs of purgatory will be handled by Angela in the future." ”

"Don't you think Purgatory has a big problem?" Angela said, "In the whole of White Rock Town, there is only one tavern in Purgatory, but he doesn't make any money. Don't you think it's strange Mogg?"

"I've been in charge of Purgatory for too short, but isn't it a lot of money every month?" Morwritte spread her hands, "I never think there's anything wrong with earning a few hundred gold moores a month. ”

"That's something you haven't seen that can make money, what is a few hundred gold moores?" Angela led the two people into a small cubicle, and not long after entering, a half-orc girl with a beautiful eyebrow came in with a plate, and the plate was filled with tea into the cubicle. Then he skillfully distributed the milk tea to the Venerable Master and put it in front of the three of them.

"When I was in Frost-Free City, I saw the main hall of the Paradise Grocery Store, which was not as large as Purgatory, but I was impressed by the people of adventurers there. Angie stretched out five fingers, "They'll earn at least that amount a day!"

"Five thousand gold moores?" asked Morgriette.

"Fifty thousand!"

Morgritte's mouth was wide open, although he had also thought that the Paradise Grocery Store could make money, but he would never have imagined that he could earn so much.

"Of course, the adventurers in White Rock Town are not as good as Frostless City, but Purgatory's ability to make money is not comparable to that of Heaven," Angela picked up her teacup, "I think that Purgatory will be better as the adventurer's guild in White Rock Town in the future, and the business of the tavern will be handed over to other people." ”

"You have a point," said Salit Larson, "but how can you be sure that adventurers in the wilderness are willing to come to purgatory!"

"They have to come because there's Huobi here. Angela replied with a smile.