The layout of this tavern in Neverwinter Town is different from other places.

At the back of the counter is a large iron bucket with ice cubes in it, so you can keep your beer cold at any time.

The worker, who finished his work in the afternoon and evening, spent five copper tarans for every one of them, and bought a large glass of cold home-brewed ale.

If you are willing to spend an extra five copper tarans, you can buy a plate of sweet fennel or pretzels to accompany the wine.

If you get fifteen copper talans, you can buy a plate of chop pie stuffed with minced meat or slices of fried ham.

However, most of the customers who come on weekdays are coolies, merchants, and travelers, and most of them are not so generous.

Only those in suits and leather shoes ran to the private room on the second floor of the store, asked for wine and food, and sat down and drank slowly.

It should have been early in the morning, and there should have been a lot of people sitting in the tavern.

But today, the sky on this side of the town was not clear, but faintly floating with black clouds.

In the morning, the sun's rays of light under the dark clouds are not reassuring.

On the contrary, it exacerbates the bad atmosphere and gives people the feeling that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

Most people don't like this kind of weather...... Except for a small percentage of anomalies.

Hannibal was the only person who was dressed smartly and drank on the first floor.

Apparently the kind of guy who can easily be mistaken for an anomaly by most people.

In the dark morning, he sat at a small table in the corner of the tavern with a glass of home-brewed loose ale.

With a relaxed expression, he drank the first wheat drink of the morning.

The golden liquid bubbles with gilded foam, and the strong aroma of wheat overflows from it.

Such a large glass of ice-cold loose beer sold for only five copper talans.

In Hannibal's view, this is simply charity, the kind that deserves to be erected for this.

As Hannibal sat there sipping a beer.

A voice that sounded like it was full of energy came.

"Hello, this is the "chop pie with sweet fennel" you ordered, please use it slowly. ”

Hannibal looked up.

I saw a man with a little freckles on his face.

The young and beautiful girl put a large plate in front of her.

Hannibal has been coming here for breakfast for two days in a row.

He knew that the waitress was named Charles and had a very cheerful personality.

Such a girl...... It was Hannibal's favorite.

So he nodded gentlemanly at Charles, and took out a silver taran as a tip.

Charles seemed a little surprised when he saw the silver taran, but he quickly thanked him politely.

You know, she often receives tips in the tavern on weekdays.

But most of them are a few copper tarans or something, and it is relatively rare for customers to give silver coins directly.

Isn't it worthy of a gentleman dressed in such a suit and leather shoes, what a generous one?

After tipping, Hannibal also set his eyes on the plate in front of him.

"Sweet fennel" is eaten here as a vegetable, and it is eaten at the base of the petiole.

This root vegetable has a hint of citrus in addition to a parsnip-like rosin.

It is crisp when eaten raw, soft and slightly sweet after cooking, and is often used with fish and meat.

It goes well with the oily and delicious "chop pie" on the plate.

The so-called "chop pie", as the name suggests, is made of minced meat.

All kinds of badly shaped leftovers or bone edges.

Mixed with some offal and fat, it is slowly baked in the crust.

The golden crust is cut into several small bites, and the strong aroma of meat comes out from the inside.

When he came to eat here for the first time yesterday, Hannibal fell in love with the crumbs.

He tied his scarf in a dignified manner, picked up his knife and fork and cut it elegantly.

After a few cuts, the chop pie was divided into five very evenly parts, revealing the gravy and minced meat inside.

Then use a knife and a fork to put the gravy-stained pie crust in your mouth along with the filling.

After tasting the cheap taste of the meaty aroma, Hannibal's mouth raised a satisfied smile.

Frankly, the food cooked in the tavern is really not very elegant.

This chop pie is simply topped with black pepper, sea salt and thyme.

The meat is fragrant and has a lot of miscellaneous flavors, and it tastes a little greasy.

Of course, this is also a very normal thing, after all, there are offal, fatty meat and a lot of ground meat in it.

In the absence of sufficient fishiness, although such a pie is enjoyable, not everyone can accept it.

And the reason why this meat pie can be popular with drinkers in the tavern is because it is willing to put ingredients, not to cook well.

As for the fishy smell and miscellaneous smell, as long as it is dried with beer, it doesn't matter.

But Hannibal apparently didn't care, and he didn't even have to eat it with a beer.

Instead, I slowly enjoyed the mixed tastes and seemed to enjoy it.

Peculiar smell is also a delicacy.

At least that's what happened to Hannibal.

There are a lot of foods that smell stinky and roasted, but he thinks they are more flavorful.

It didn't seem normal, but he enjoyed it.

However, just as Hannibal was eating coral pie and sweet fennel deliciously.

A bald man who looked like an ordinary farmer sat down on the table behind him.

The bistro doesn't have a lot of space, and the chairs of the two are almost next to each other, back to back.

The bald man first ordered a glass of ale, and then said without looking back:

"Where are we going?"

Uh-huh? Is it finally here?

Hannibal raised an eyebrow, put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then whispered:

"I'm going to go to the fries dock on the hour later."

"You misunderstood me, man, I'm talking about the ultimate goal of our lives, after all, what are we living for?"

"To go to the dock on the hour for fries later."

"Well said, but it doesn't make sense."

......

It's good, the code is right.

Just after this round of codes, the two nodded slightly at the same time.

This bald man was one of the reasons why Hannibal came to eat at this tavern for two days in a row.

He had to wait for this man, for this connector to help him with this mission.

This connector happens to be a native of Neverwinter Town, a native of the town, and will definitely not arouse suspicion.

For Hannibal, who is not familiar with the place, it is definitely a very good assistant.

It's just that the only thing that makes Hannibal unhappy is.

This guy is actually a member of the "Mystery Walker", and the joint code is called a weird.

But now the relationship between "Mystery Walker" and "Fog Capital Cooking Association" is a strategic partnership.

And both sides have the same faith, the same goal.

So even if the members of the Mysterawalker don't speak, Hannibal still has to rely on his powers.

So, having succeeded in connecting with the helper, Hannibal whispered:

"Alright, now tell me about the monastery...... Say everything in detail. ”

At this moment, Hannibal did not know yet.

His own sentence of "saying everything in detail" will drag him into what a terrifying infernal purgatory.