"Sea Monster to be Slaughtered" is the most difficult tavern to find in Lion Harbor. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Miloca did not waste much effort running out of the slum according to Aunt Susan's instructions, but only stood in front of the awkwardly named tavern at the moment when the crescent moon was high. He looked at the tavern in the depths of the bleakest street in Lion Harbor, its unpretentious façade crowded with two closed shops. There is no sign or signature decoration in front of the tavern, except for the "Octopus and Cutting Board" graffiti written by children on the door, indicating that the tavern has nothing to do with it. If it hadn't been for the workers who happened to be on the docks, Miloca felt that she would not have been able to find such a hidden ghost place until dawn.

Complementing the façade is the distinctive layout of the "Sea Monster to be Slaughtered" – the entrance leads to a staircase, down to the kitchen, and up to a dimly lit small hall far from the word "spacious". Scattered guests sit in the corner of the wall, or raise a glass to their own drinks, or whisper to others. The languid bard tossed the lute aside and burped contentedly as he stroked his beer belly.

It's hard to imagine Miloca having the best wine hidden in this chic tavern to keep customers who can't even find the door.

"Hey, little brother!" a rough greeting sounded from behind the bar, and Miloca looked intently for a long time before finding the owner of the voice, a dwarf of dwarves. "You're looking for someone upstairs, through the kitchen on the ground floor and up the stairs. The dwarf said, fiddling with an iron hand.

"Strange tavern, strange bartender. Miloca muttered downstairs, he'd never seen a bartender pour wine with a wrench. What made him even more curious was the kitchen, which was not quite the size of the small hall. In the spacious kitchen, there are furnaces and anvils for forging weapons, and cooks, who have more than guests, chop vegetables and grill ingredients in the furnaces. They were all engrossed, no one questioned the "intruder" of Miloca, and no one stood in his way.

At the end of the galley, where the carcass of a huge octopus was kept, a familiar figure guarded the small wooden door, and he chatted with the troll chef who was dissecting the octopus with great interest, until Miloka approached before becoming serious.

"Miloca. "The big guy who guards the door.

"Your Excellency, I'm glad we don't have to talk in a tense way. Miloca bowed politely. No matter how fierce the conflict between them was, he never regarded Weiner's brothers as his enemies.

Cole calmly took a step to the side, revealing the small wooden door in front of Miloca. "Go in, there are many waiting to see you. ”

Behind the small wooden door was a storage room full of miscellaneous items, and the flickering kerosene lamp barely made it clear the wooden box table in the middle of the room, and the crowd around it. Scanning around, Miloka was dumbfounded—he saw Lilia sitting honestly in the corner with her hands tied with thick linen rope, Teacher Ives frowning at the map on the table, Euan looking at herself coldly with his hands wrapped in bandages, and the mysterious man who had nearly killed him in Winterhaven, sitting thoughtfully at the table with his shoulders crossed.

"Brute, let Li...... go," Miloka roared hysterically as she came back to her senses, and as soon as she took a step forward, she was held down by a huge force on her shoulder, unable to move.

"Don't worry, lad. After that, we will naturally release the people. The guy who had subdued Miloca said unhurriedly, he had been standing by the wall, only the small wooden door that Miloka had pushed open blocked him.