"It's been a long time since I've been to the tavern!"

Pithmai, who found an empty seat and sat down, spoke to Rick with emotion.

"Boss! Three glasses, ah no, bring me three barrels of craft dark ale, remember to chill it! ”

"Little master, you are still young, why don't you try the tavern's special fruit wine juice!"

After ordering himself, Pithmeer didn't forget to suggest a drink for Rick.

"Then I'm going to look forward to it~"

Leaving the Dragon's Lair and saying goodbye to the heavy and dreary training, Rick, who was in a good mood, immediately agreed to Pithmai's suggestion.

"Mine! You've tied me up? You still don't want to give me some of it! ”

"What a bully sword! I want it too! ”

"Haha! You don't even have a mouth, how can you drink it? ”

Pismai couldn't help but complain about Rand a few words.

"You have to take care of it! You exploding lion head! Hurry up and give me a drink from Lord Rand! ”

"I want a wolfgrass purple berry cocktail!"

Watching Rand say the name of the drink accurately, the dragon and the lion curiously followed the sound to look for the drink list.

As a result, this broken sword is like a loser, and he actually plans to order the most expensive wine in the tavern for himself? Are you kidding?!

Rick and Pithmai immediately vetoed Rand's impudent request, and then, after a familiar spell casting move by Rick, Rand was silenced by the Soundproof Spell Cover.

The purpose of Pithmer and Rand coming to the tavern is not only for fun, but also to learn about the current situation and problems in the territory.

Taverns, this kind of building has been a place where all kinds of vendors, boring residents with spare money and many intelligence dealers have been active since ancient times, where you can hear all kinds of strange stories, as well as mysterious events that happen everywhere, sightings, etc., and even some high-level mercenary taverns will post some tasks and employment information for customers.

A tavern is a place where entertainment, information circulation, and all kinds of people come together, and the larger the high-end tavern, the more so.

It's a pity that the tavern that Rick and Pismai chose, the tavern is one of the more popular taverns in White Scale City, but the scale is only a few hundred square meters, compared to the high-end luxury tavern of thousands of square meters, it has been thrown dozens of streets.

But the price of this kind of tavern is very affordable, and in this small tavern, there is an endless stream of snakemen, kobolds, jackals, goblins and other creatures who come to drink, and it almost fills this small tavern.

Because of the popularity of the customers, it took more than ten minutes for Rick and Pithmai to order the wine before it was served to the table by the snake waiter.

Taverns have always had a tradition of tipping, especially tavern waiters with very low basic salaries, who almost make money from tips.

After serving, Pithmai generously threw a silver coin to the snake man waiter.

The veteran experience allowed him to tell at a glance that the waiter in front of him was a snake man warlock, and at the same time, there was still a small amount of ice elemental left on his palm.

The level of the warlock is not high, only the level of the apprentice level, and judging by the results of its rough elemental gathering and the remnants of the ice element in the palm, the spell should be self-taught.

"Praise you, sir! I will remember your generosity! ”

"If there's anything you want to ask, the little one knows it!"

One silver coin is equal to 100 copper coins, and the tip for other guests is only eight or nine copper coins at most!

Rewarding such a huge tip, the snake man waiter keenly understood what Pismai meant.

The price of goods in White Scale City is very high, because it is located in the desert, the terrain and resources here make the economy not developed, and one of the main trades is also to make food supplies and other trivial tasks with the lord's dragon's lair.

Looking at Pithme's skillful technique, Rick, who had little experience in taverns, couldn't help but take notes.

"Anything has happened near Whitescale City lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just tell us what you think is different from the usual."

The snake waiter glanced at the guests at the wine table in front of him, one was a black-robed dragonborn silently drinking juice, and the other was a muscular lion man with a large sword, and the guests at this table looked like mercenaries who wanted to take on a mission.

"Two gentlemen, in fact, in the White Scale City, a group of desert bandits of unknown origin has appeared in this city."

"They are known as the Daggers of the Desert, and they have intercepted a lot of merchants' goods."

"But I don't know exactly what happened, but judging by what the tavern guests said when they got drunk, I think they must be a group of Yaling."

"O Yaling! That's a strange thing. ”

After Pithmai learned the specific information, he couldn't help but say with emotion that it was really rare to see them in the desert.

In the Dragon's Legacy that Rick had received, he immediately found information about the creatures of the race.

A close relative of the elves, Yaling is occasionally referred to as the High Elves or the Grey Elves, but Yaling is more fascinated by the elves' eerie fairy wilderness and arcane magic.

Both races hold each other in high esteem, and they share an equally strong hatred for Drow, the third branch of the elves.

However, how did they come from the Elven Wilderness to the desert near Whitescale City?

This is a point that Rick is very concerned about, but unfortunately the snake man who serves the snake in the back also said that he knows very little, and he can't answer this question.

The waiter was then rudely called away by the guests at the other tables.

"Pithme, what do you think of the appearance of this desert dagger?"

Rick asked after taking a sip of fruit wine.

"Hmm....... Little Lord, as far as I know, there is no such creature as Yaling near the Anook Desert. ”

"Even the reason why the Anook Desert has not continued to expand now is that its surroundings have been artificially raised by the powerful races living on the borders, which barely blocks the expansion of the desert."

"So even if they are elves, they will not choose to survive in the desert, let alone Yaling, who is just a close relative of the elves, and the environment is even weaker."

Pithmey's analysis was very vicious, and he briefly pointed out the doubtfulness of the news, while expressing his own opinion.

These spirits are not native creatures, so it is highly likely that they came from another plane.

Coupled with the racial particularity of Yaling, their source plane can only be the Fairy Wilderness.

The Elven Wilderness, a place of soft light and whimsy, a place of music and death, and an eternal twilight realm, is a magical mirror image of the world, and the arcane energy flows like a crystal river.

The elves are the leaders of the fairy wilderness, and they are extremely powerful magical creatures in their own right.

It stands to reason that Yaling belongs to the High Elves of the Elven Wilderness, a veritable aristocratic class, but the group of Yalings who appear to wander around Whitescale City may be the losers who have been driven out of the Elven Wilderness due to a power struggle, or they may be the refugees who have lost their territory, and there are many situations, Pithmai's answer makes Rick realize that after this, he will have to find time to master the vast knowledge of the Dragon's Heritage.

"What's going on in the end, little lord, we'll have to find out sometime!"

"Well, I really have to find out what is true."

Rick agreed with Pithme's answer.

This is his father's territory, and now that his father is gone, he naturally has to take on the responsibility of keeping his people from being troubled by bandits!

This is the ability and responsibility that a lord should have!

"Hey!"

"You two have drunk fake wine! Bemeth take me on this trip to the troubled waters! ”

Through his familiarity with spoken language, Rand understood the conversation in front of him and couldn't help but say in despair!