Tyrell didn't have anything to do for the time being, so he just walked around. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info walked around only to find that this broken city is really more boring than expected. There was no entertainment, and the only tavern had been overrun by curious elves.

At first, a group of elves were like refugees from the countryside, rushing into the tavern as soon as the war was over. I want to see what the heroes and sources of information described in human literature look like. As a result, he almost scared the shopkeeper to death, and it took a long time to explain that the shopkeeper was not here to eat him.

During the war, of course, there was no one in the tavern, and almost all the rich people who could run ran away. Originally, the tavern owner was going to run away, but the family's property was robbed by several deserters. If you don't have money to get on the road, you can't walk more than two villages in Qatar, and of course you can't go with too much money. The tavern owner had no choice but to hide under the counter and beg for his fortune.

As a result, the elves came in, not only not to eat people, but also to buy things. Although the lingua franca of the elves speaks the same language as the fish-people, the tavernkeeper is a well-informed man. I barely figured out the elf's intention, which was to ask for the goods in his store. Tearfully took out all the wine and food in the store, thinking that it would be useless, but the elves still have to pay.

Originally, the shopkeeper's heart refused, you can't say I'll take the money. If it's a lie, you will lose it if you slaughter me as soon as you collect the money. As a result, the elf put down a coin and sat back to taste the human produce.

When the boss saw it, it was all silver coins and a few gold coins. Resisting the pain in his heart, he said to the elf, "Well, a few people have given too much money." I'll give it to you now. ”

Those elves waved their hands again and again, originally using the money they had scavenged from humans, and no matter how they spent it, it was a business. If you let people find money, you don't have to put a bunch of useless pieces of metal in your pocket.

Tyrell looked speechlessly at the elves who paid with gold coins, thinking that these elves really didn't feel distressed about eating and drinking with other people's money.

He sat down next to a druid who knew his identity. The identity of Tebama.

Tyrrell asked him, "Don't you elves know what gold is for?"

The druid said, of course, "Of course I know, we also use money to buy books and crafts there." It's just not the same as humans. ”

"Then why do you still pay with gold? Don't look for money, isn't it a loss?" asked Tyrell, puzzled.

The druid suddenly realized: "So you said this! Human gold coins are too ugly and have low gold content, so we collect gold coins just to experience the unique customs of human beings." To be honest, it's really good to talk in a tavern, and we elves are not allowed to talk in a restaurant. When the time comes, I'll go back and open a tavern. ”

Tyrell really couldn't understand the brain circuits of elves, and the restaurant wouldn't let him speak. Just open a restaurant where you can talk casually, but you don't have to open a pub.

Looking at the group of elves chatting excitedly, Tyrell asked, "So what about the purchasing power of gold coins in your eyes?" ”

The druid thought for a moment and said, "It's not bad, you can buy a lot of things." One is enough for me to spend half a year. ”

"Can't you use the human gold? "Tyrell really can't understand the local tyrant's intention to throw money.

"Cut, who will take the broken money of mankind. It's too much trouble to melt. It's good to spend it early, the wine in the human tavern is still good, and you can drink it in a big gulp. Not as stingy as our taverns there. With that, the druid asked the boss for another beer.

Tyrell thought helplessly, 'If you buy wine from the elves' tavern for gold, you'll still be able to drink as long as you want.' A gold coin and a glass of beer, the boss is really crazy. ’

He asked the druid, "Do you know the monetary system on the human side, how much can this boss make today?"

The druid shook his head, seemingly a little drunk. He said a little confused: "On the human side, I have studied it before. It seems that their official gold and silver coins are exchanged for 1:12. However, the average civilian can't spend gold coins in their lifetime, so the value of gold coins should actually be a little higher. If you have one silver coin, you should be able to pay back about 200 copper coins. One silver coin is enough for a human being's life for almost a month, of course, only on the premise of eating and drinking for a month. This boss should not have to work for the rest of his life.

But this is more than ten years ago, and I don't know if it's accurate. Why is the wine here not strong to drink, why is it that I am a little dizzy after only 3 glasses?"

Tyrrell said in his heart: "Three glasses of wine with a big bowl mouth, if you don't get drunk, you will have a ghost." But this currency exchange ratio is really troublesome, why not have a 1:10:100 currency exchange ratio in this classic fantasy world?"

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Tyrell got bored after a few moments here, and walked out of the tavern. As I was walking along the road, I suddenly heard a loud noise from the other side of the city wall. Suddenly I remembered that Evan said that the ancient tree was coming. Presumably it is the legendary giant tree man full of fantasy wind. Although it is a more fantastical species, it does not affect Tyrell's curiosity about ancient trees.

On the way to the city wall, you can see a huge amount of smoke and dust rising from that side. When I arrived nearby, I found that the crumbling city wall had broken a big hole. And the hole continued to expand, and a huge green figure could be faintly seen in the smoke and dust.

Tyrell runs closer and finds Evan and Eero standing together watching the ancient tree tear down the wall. Ero watched and said a few words to Aven. Suddenly he turned into a dragon form and went to help.

Only then did Tyrell have time to take a closer look at Eero's dragon form, which had previously made it difficult for him to see clearly from his own eyelids high in the air. Hérault's dragon form is almost identical to that of a dragon. Only a few details are not quite the same, its claws do not have curved hooks, and there are some places with very fine scales. In fact, these small scales provide little physical defense, so Hérault is now called a dragon at best, but not a dragon.

Looking closer, in fact, Ero's size is still very large, about more than 30 meters with head and tail, and there are three relatively large living rooms lined up together as long as straight. Looking at the ancient tree again, the height of about twenty-five meters or more exploded Eero, after all, the volume was there.

The old tree looked very bloated, not as thin and straight as ordinary trees. The width has also reached more than a dozen meters. It looks quite powerful. The other tree was much smaller. But it is also almost 20 meters tall, and both trees are higher than the thick walls of Prague. It is conceivable that if the ancient tree had joined the battlefield a long time ago, where would there be such trouble now. One stop there, it's time for humanity to surrender.