"Woo! Woo!"

When Randy wakes up in the stateroom of the passenger liner Jingye, he still smells of alcohol. He tried to drink a sip of Baihua nectar brew before going to bed last night, and when he woke up, he was really refreshed, and his magic attribute had increased by a large chunk.

Looking at the sky, it was just early in the morning, and the passenger ship had already passed Jinling, emitting black smoke, and continued to set off to the upper reaches of the river.

It seems that Randy's physical fitness is better than expected, and he just sleeps for a night. According to Coco, her grandfather and father were ordinary people, and they had to sleep all day after taking a sip of this thing.

The reason why Randy lives in stateroom is not only because he is afraid that it is unsafe to sleep to death after drinking immortal wine, nor is it that he is corrupted with money, but because there is an unstable factor in his pet badge.

Ah Hua is sobering up inside, maybe when she will run out. If you are crowded with the poor in the chaseback bunk, Ah Hua suddenly appears in the middle of the night, it will definitely cause a riot.

It is said that the people who can have high-level Warcraft as pets are high-level people, and most of them have to charter the entire ship. Randy is already quite frugal.

This coal-fired liner does not need to be magically driven, although it also needs the assistance of a magic cutter to process the most delicate parts of the engine inside, but it is a one-time investment, and it is usually done by the alchemist's goblin servants, and the cost is not high.

Therefore, the monthly ferry tickets are quite cheap. When he came, Randy slept in a bunk, and the ticket from Baling to Jiyang was only five silver coins. Now I can only afford to spend two gold coins on the return trip in special class.

Staying in stateroom also has the benefit of being able to eat at a restaurant for free. With Randy's appetite, it is estimated that he can eat half of the ferry ticket.

The staterooms are on the upper deck, with a direct view of the scenery from the portholes, and are equipped with a phonograph and records.

Randy had no feeling for the famous demon songs on the gramophone, and when he figured it out, he was no longer interested, and his stomach was gurgling with hunger. Grab the big sword and go to the restaurant to eat.

The door of the restaurant is decorated with intricate patterns, and there are green vines climbing on the side of the door, which is very elven characteristics, and two Tianzhu servants in luxurious uniforms bow to Randy at the door.

The servants here are quite professional and know all the stateroom customers, and they don't have to show Randy their tickets or anything. The servants of Tianzhu looked polite, and if a poor person tried to get in, it would be a different story.

The windows in the dining room are bright and clean, warm as spring, a few real trees grow from the floor to the ceiling, the food is placed on the long table in the middle for the guests to pick up, and a few chubby lizardman maids wear white hats and walk around with plates, occasionally replenishing the food that has been taken.

Looking at their long tails peeking out from behind their white gauze skirts, Randy expressed great admiration for the elves. It should be quite difficult to train this strange race into a qualified maid, and I don't know how to do it.

It was the first time for Randy to enter such a high-end restaurant, but he had heard Meimei talk about the rules of a high-end restaurant many times, and he didn't act very dirty.

In fact, Meimei is scornful of elven food, no matter how powerful the elf clan is, the humble food has always been the focus of ridicule by nobles and wealthy businessmen from all over the world, appearing in jokes on many occasions.

Meimei prides herself on being the trendsetter in the world fashion industry, and in her mouth, only the dishes of the New Roman Empire and the New Franks are the best.

However, Randy has always expressed doubts, he thinks that the Confucius Temple food with Coco is the best in the world.

What did Meimei say that the pizza of the new Roman Empire would be better than the duck fat pancakes? Can foie gras and oysters really make delicious? Can a snail eat it? It may not be as good as the spicy braised pork made by yourself.

Shao Shan, who has eaten those things in his spare time, said that Meimei actually likes the elegant and exquisite eating process. If you really want to talk about the taste, the matsutake mushroom that Meimei admires is just a mushroom, and it should be sold so expensive because it is rare, and it may not be that the big boiled dried shreds meet Randy's taste.

Randy doesn't have a say in this right now, but ah, with money, it's easy to learn to live a lavish lifestyle, but it's hard for the rich to return to the poor people's life.

Randy only glanced at the rules of eating here, took the plate, and looked at the long table full of food, which was not as difficult as Meimei said.

There's no legendary stargazing, no spit out mashed potatoes, maybe it's because breakfast doesn't serve those things.

The table was filled with eggs, cereal, bacon, ham, sausages, butter, jam, bread, milk, juice, coffee, etc. Although they are all things that Randy is not used to, they are much richer than the Sword Hill Canteen.

Randy wasn't so particular about it, took a few boiled eggs, a pile of hams, sausages and bread, and a few glasses of milk, stacked the plates to the brim, and walked to the booth next to him.

There weren't many people on the booths, a few elves in suits and leather shoes sat there, their tall hats on the shelves next to them, and the civilized sticks standing beside them. It seemed that he had finished eating, drinking coffee, looking at the river view, and chatting in a low voice.

Tianzhu people, lizard people, elves, Randy rarely sees them, but after careful observation, it seems that except for a pair of pointed ears and blonde hair, there is no big difference from the Houxia people.

Several post-summer young men in suits got together, they didn't have top hats and civilization sticks, and black handbags were on the shelves, what seemed to be employees of some company.

While eating, I chatted excitedly about the rubber stocks of Jingye City and Demon City in the Elf Capital City and hit a new high, and everyone made a fortune, looking like I have the world and have seen a lot of things.

Probably because the voice was a little high, several elven gentlemen next to him kept frowning.

Two aristocratic children dressed in nomadic costumes with braids on the back of their heads sat opposite each other, munching ham with daggers, and occasionally picking up their own flasks and taking two sips.

This is a low-level aristocracy. Deliberately dressed as nomads in order to show their aristocratic status, so that people can look high.

In fact, the real aristocrats of the Later Xia Dynasty all wore Tang costumes, and the royal family even wore a kind of clothing called Zhongshan suit, the origin of which is unknown, and it is said that it was the dress of the angel of light in ancient times.

The great aristocrats have always boasted of being in the Zhengshuo of Great Xia, for fear of being said to be Hulu, and they pursued the ancient traditions of Great Xia more than the common people. On the contrary, it is the common people of Houxia, because of their poor lives, they have everything to wear.

It is impossible for the nobles of the Later Xia to appear here, and if they want to travel, they must have their own special ships.

Randy, the outlier, and the three groups here don't have a common language, so he finds an empty booth and sits down by himself, standing his big sword next to him, ready to concentrate on breakfast.

"Lord Guandai, can I sit here?"

A deep voice came from behind him, somewhat similar to Randy's. Randy looked back and saw a dark-haired man walking over with a plate.

The man looked to be in his twenties, a few years older than Randy, although he had black hair, he had a high nose and deep eyes, he was wearing a suit and bow tie, and he had a mustache on his lips, which was neatly trimmed, and he looked like he was from a feudal country.

Randy was chewing ham in his mouth and gestured with his hand, "Whatever, I'm not a manager, I'm just a traveler going home." ”

The person who came shook his body, sat opposite Randy, put the plate on the table, but was not busy eating, and looked at Randy with cynical eyes, "With this high-level two-handed sword, you are not a manager, you can only be a higher-level nobleman."

You can't hide it from me, my ancestors are authentic Daxia people. Let me introduce myself, my name is Henry. Norman. Bai is the descendant of Bai Siwen, the first prime minister of the Tang Global Empire. ”