Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 367: City Tavern

Xingluo quickly integrated into the place. Although his armor attracted some attention, it was not surprising to any adventurer because most mercenaries participated in the previous war between light and darkness. It was normal to take one or two demon corpses from the battlefield, because it was not only a symbol of strength, but also could enhance defense and attack power. It was just that Xingluo's armor was more gorgeous, and this subtle difference was not a big deal for a tavern where even the alcohol concentration in the air had increased.

Xingluo also ordered a glass of wine. The wine flowed down his throat. It was a unique mixture, exuding the mellow fragrance of history and the enthusiasm of the people. When Xingluo approached the bar, he could also smell a mixture of fermented fruit aroma, wooden barrels and a little bit of warm intoxication. These wines are usually brewed by the tavern owner, made from the abundant fruits here such as apples, cherries, blackberries or grapes, after a long fermentation.

After a sip of wine, the sweet but not greasy fruity aroma instantly fills the taste buds, as if you are not drinking wine but eating freshly picked fruit. Then Xingluo feels a subtle sour taste, like the natural sourness of ripe fruit. There is also a light yeasty taste, which reminds people of the warm feeling of baking bread. When sliding across the tip of the tongue, you can feel a slight spiciness, which may come from the added spices, such as cinnamon, cloves or honey, which add some depth to the wine.

As time goes by, the wine ferments in oak barrels, which brings a soft woody taste, like the dryness of old oak bark, with a hint of smoke and vanilla aftertaste. This wine is not high in alcohol, but it is enough to make people feel slightly dizzy, just enough to awaken the desire for conversation and laughter in the tavern.

Finally, the aftertaste of the wine is long, leaving a light fruity aroma and warm spice scent, as if taking you back to the night of flickering candlelight and stories. Every sip of wine is the beginning of a story, and every tavern is a small stage where people share the joys and sorrows of life. Xingluo drank a few more glasses unconsciously. He had strong liquor, but this kind of fruit wine was not often drunk. In the past, there was only this kind of wine on the continent. Although there is now more white wine brewed by Xingluo, most areas still rely on fruit wine. After all, although Xingluo taught the dwarves how to make wine, they don’t have enough to drink themselves, and they are not short of money, so white wine is rarely circulated. Even if it is, it is only among the top leaders and major forces in the empire. Of course, the source of white wine is Xingluo, which they probably didn’t expect.

Xingluo drank fruit wine while listening attentively. Although there was the Yueyun Intelligence Organization, this kind of original news was still so attractive, especially when drinking. It was the best "appetizer". Xingluo drank the wine and listened to the story and immersed himself in it unconsciously.

"Have you heard about it? The Archbishop of Light defeated the demon leader by himself. How exciting it is."

Xingluo touched his nose subconsciously. He didn't expect that someone was talking about him.

"Let me tell you, I was right there that day, and I saw it clearly. Lord Xingluo was bathed in holy light, that light was comparable to that of an angel, and the demon leader was directly incinerated." An obviously drunkard began to brag.

"Do you think you are a member of the Sky City Mercenary Group? And you are right next to us?" said a person who was obviously still sober.

"Sky City? Do you think you can enter whenever you want? It was okay at first, but now the recruitment requirements are getting higher and higher. The minimum requirement for high-level professionals has reached this level. Although I am a high-level professional, I am too old, so I was rejected. It's a pity, otherwise I would have left a heavy mark in the scroll of history."

Many people expressed regret after hearing this. If they could join such an organization backed by the Holy See of Light, they would wake up laughing in their dreams.

Xingluo nodded. He just wanted to build a force with few members but each member was strong. Mo's idea coincided with his, so he didn't need to say anything more. Some words seemed too long-winded if said too much. Sometimes men do more and talk less. Although some misunderstandings may arise, they will never take them to heart. This is their way of getting along.

"You know, although I wasn't there, I really saw a black dragon that covered the sky. That's a dragon. I've never seen one in my life. I didn't expect that the mount of the leader of the Sky City Mercenary Group is actually a dragon. Doesn't that mean he has surpassed the Sky Knight and become a real Earth Dragon Knight?"

"Earth dragon? I think it's the Sky Dragon Knight. It's not an ordinary Asian dragon, it's a real giant dragon."

"That's not right? Are you talking nonsense? I heard that he is a magician and has achieved a lot of glory."

"Yeah, I also heard that he is a respected magician. How can you say he is a dragon knight?"

"Humph, anyway, I saw it. Believe it or not." The bearded human couldn't help but take another big sip of wine, seeming to be a little angry.

"You mentioned the black dragon? How is that possible? It's the dragon among dragons, a king-like existence. Even among giant dragons, it's at the top of the food chain. If you said he was riding a green dragon, I would think it would be credible. But it's a pity that you actually said he was riding a black dragon." Although his face was flushed, the man who spoke had clear eyes and his brain was not paralyzed by alcohol.

With a bang, the man put down his wine glass heavily, obviously angry, "What I saw was a black dragon! Believe it or not!"

A man sitting in the corner was wearing a black cloak with only half of his face showing. His eyes flickered and his fingers paused slightly. He put down the wine glass that was brought to his mouth without taking a sip. But that was all. He didn't seem to have any intention of speaking. This man had a strong aura. Xingluo realized that he was at least a great magician. It was rare for such a small tavern to have a magician of this level. His behavior caught Xingluo's attention.

"It's so cold. Although the poisonous snow has stopped, I don't know when the temperature will return to normal."

"Yeah, this year's harvest is not good at all. It's so sad."

"What are you worried about? A mercenary is a profession that earns money today and dies tomorrow."

"Hahaha, you're right, boss, give us another drink." Everyone was talking one after another, and the enthusiasm here was not affected at all by the cold air outside.

This is the city tavern, a place where everyone comes even if they stay up late.