Chapter 468: Wine From Dragon City

Avisa Plane

Dragon Realm City

Dragon Tavern

This is a quiet little shop located in the center of Dragon Realm City.

Unlike other taverns, Dragon Tavern is a shop that few "people" visit.

So the common elements in taverns

For example: [Mercenaries], [Beer], [Parental Greetings], none of them are here.

You will never see noisy mercenaries, drunken customers, or conversations full of curses and vulgar language here.

Tranquility is the theme here.

When you walk into the store, what hits you is not the aroma of wine, but a special fragrance emitted by white oak tables and chairs.

This fragrance is not pungent, on the contrary, it brings a sense of tranquility, as if you are in a paradise away from the world.

The layout of the tavern is also very sophisticated.

The island-style bar is located in the center of the tavern, like a pearl, attracting the attention of everyone entering the tavern.

On the bar.

Various kinds of wines of different colors were placed on the suspended wine rack made of mithril, as tempting as candies hidden in glass jars.

The clear wine seemed to have a scent even through the cork.

And under these bottles of colorful wine, there stood a tavern waiter in white.

The waiter's name was Jason, and he was patiently using pearl yarn to wipe the spotless crystal glass in his hand to make it more shiny.

He had repeated this action countless times, but every time he did it meticulously, as if this was the meaning of his life.

But if you think this job is easy, you are wrong.

After all, his salary comes from the platinum coins personally sent by the bishop of the Temple of Bahamut.

Not everyone can take this honor personally bestowed by the Platinum Dragon God as a matter of course.

"Dinglingling~~"

Just as Jason was concentrating on the crystal glass in his hand, the doorbell suddenly rang.

One tall and one short, two figures in black robes pushed the door open.

Their faces were obscured by their hoods, but the skin vaguely exposed at their wrists showed that they were a dark-skinned strong man and a handsome young man.

These were the two dragons, Ron and Alan, who were looking for a place to drink after the fight.

As for the outcome of the fight.

It can only be said that life and death are actually no different for a dragon god.

This was Ron's deep feeling after he saw Alan, who was turned into ashes by the red light, re-condense a new body in just one second.

"God, it's really hard to kill!"

The waiter Jason raised his head and glanced at the two guests with a calm look.

Then he shifted his gaze to the crystal cup in his hand and continued to complete his daily tasks.

Not speaking to greet is not rude, but a basic operation to prevent misunderstandings.

After all, each dragon has a different personality.

Even if the camp is the same, dragons with different personalities will have different preferences.

Jason's years of work experience told him that when facing two strange dragons, he must not rashly say hello, because this is likely to make the other party feel uncomfortable or even cause disputes.

In the world of dragons, behind every seemingly strange rule, there is often a past of blood and tears.

Yes

Just like the name of the store, this is a tavern dedicated to the dragon clan.

When you sit quietly at the white oak tables and chairs, feeling the tranquility and peace, there may be a dragon sitting there in human form, sipping a glass of special dragon wine, or whispering with his fellows.

From time to time, you can hear them talking about thrilling adventures, ancient legends and profound magic.

But in Ron's eyes

Rather than being a tavern, it is more like a petty bourgeoisie place such as a cafe or a quiet bar in the previous life.

[What I didn't enjoy when I was a human, I experienced when I was a dragon]

Thinking about his life in his previous life, Ron couldn't help but complain about himself in his heart.

Following Alan into the Dragon Tavern, Ron looked around and then said thoughtfully:

"The style here is different from the Dragon Taverns I saw in other prime material planes."

This place is very different from the Dragon Tavern he entered in Karen.

If it weren't for the same name, Ron wouldn't even recognize that this was a super-giant dragon management chain organization that spanned the star realm.

Alan smiled slightly when he heard this, and didn't answer in a hurry. Instead, he took Ron to find a seat by the window and sat down.

He tapped the table twice with his index finger, and then said:

"The situation in each prime material plane is different, and the "people" who run the tavern are different, and the tavern is naturally no exception."

Ron immediately caught the hidden information in it when he heard it.

"People"?

There is something behind the words.

But before Ron could speak, the waiter who came after hearing the knocking sound had already come to the two dragons.

"Welcome, distinguished guest, how can I help you?"

Jason held the silver tray in his left hand, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed slightly, and spoke in a clear and polite voice full of ancient dragon accents.

Even the most picky dragons could not find any flaws in his etiquette when talking to Ron and the other dragon.

Alan took off his hood, revealing a handsome and weathered brown face.

He raised his hand, without asking Ron what he wanted to drink, and said carelessly:

"First, let's have two cups of [Silver Moon] to rinse our mouths. I haven't been here for hundreds of years. Has Solom developed anything new?"

"Of course. In order to welcome the celebration, the master specially prepared a brand new drink for you."

Jason saluted again, and then gently lifted the silver tray in his left hand in the void.

Accompanied by a slight spatial fluctuation, two cups of moon-white liquid emitting a faint chill appeared on the tray.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ron's eyes. He stared at the two cups of [Silver Moon]. The greedy instinct from the dragon clan instantly analyzed that there were dozens of rare substances from high-level monsters in them.

"It seems that this shop owner named Solom is not simple." He thought to himself.

Being able to mix such high-quality drinks at will, and with traces of spatial fluctuations, is definitely not something that ordinary beings can do.

Allen took a glass of [Silver Moon], handed one to Ron, and said with a smile:

"Solome is a genius, and he always surprises me every time he comes. Try it, this is brewed with the Silver Moon Flower, a specialty of Dragon Realm City, and it is definitely the best you have never tasted."

Ron took the glass and took a sip.

I suddenly felt a cool liquid sliding down his mouth, mixed with a hint of coolness, instantly spreading throughout his body, making him feel unprecedented comfort and relaxation.

"Not bad, it really lives up to its reputation."

Ron nodded and praised.

After serving the two wines, the polite waiter did not leave, but stretched out his hand again and gently pulled it in the air.

Without seeing any magic spilling out, he pulled out two silver plates about the size of A4 paper from the air, made of unknown material, and placed them next to the two people:

"This is the new menu. If there is a drink you are interested in, please tap its name."

Ron put down the wine glass and curiously stretched out his index finger to tap the silver plate.

Instantly, the magic circle in the plate was triggered and activated.

Cups of illusory wine were projected in front of Ron, the bottles were crystal clear, and the liquid colors were different, as if every drop contained infinite magic.

There was also a string of their names written in dragon script below.

[Star Brew], [Dragon Breath Flame], [Tears of the Netherworld], [Wisdom of the Storm], [Eternal Spring].

Ron browsed through these names carefully, and each wine seemed to have a kind of magic that attracted him to taste:

Alan saw that Ron was interested in the new products projected, and chuckled:

"Which one do you like? Don't be in a hurry, these are all carefully selected, and each has a unique effect. If you don't suppress the purification effect of the divine body, you may not be able to drink three cups."

"Why is there no price?"

Ron glanced around and didn't see any price information similar to that of wine, so he couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Alan laughed when he heard this:

"Price? Hahaha, I can't tell that you still care about that kind of thing."

Ron was stunned, and then looked at the waiter beside him.

Seeing this, Jason immediately answered:

"It is an honor for the Dragon Tavern to have two Dragon Gods patronize it. How can we charge the two Your Majesties?"

"In addition."

Jason paused, looked at the reactions of the two dragons, and then continued:

"Your Majesty Bahamut once said that all the consumption expenses of the Dragon Gods who visited the store will be paid by the Platinum Temple. Please feel free to drink."

After hearing this explanation, Ron smiled with relief.

He nodded and said to Jason:

"I see, you're welcome then."

Alan patted Ron on the shoulder and laughed:

"Here, you just need to relax and enjoy, don't worry about anything else."

Ron turned his gaze back again, carefully browsing the projected menu, and finally pointed to [Star Brew]:

"I have an indescribable curiosity about the stars, why not try this?"

Alan nodded in agreement: "Then I do too."

They tapped the name of [Star Brew] below.

Instantly

The original illusory projection immediately changed, and two glasses of wine shining with faint starlight turned from virtual to real, and appeared silently on the table, as if they were gifts directly from the stars.

On the side, Jason, who was tearing off the empty wine glass, smiled and explained to the two dragons:

"Your choice is wonderful, and Star Brew is a highlight of this celebration. I hope you enjoy it."

As the two raised their wine glasses, it seemed that countless tiny starlights were flowing in the wine, emitting a faint light.

Ron and Allen looked at each other, clinked their glasses lightly, and then drank it all.

At that moment, Ron felt a strange power passing from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, as if the whole world became wider and brighter.

"It really lives up to its reputation."

Ron smacked his lips and said with some emotion.

In terms of the quality of the single-round wine here, it is even better than the fine wines prepared by the moon elf Tyrande.

However, considering that he was only forced to work part-time on the way to find his granddaughter, and did not serve in the Dragon Tavern full-time for a long time, this gap can be understood.

There is a saying: Don't use your hobby to challenge someone else's career.

After all, one is motivated by interest, and the other is a skill for survival. There is a world of difference between the two.

Seeing Ron's praise for the wine, Allen smiled and said:

"Every glass of wine here has its story and magic, and this experience is the meaning of our constant struggle and pursuit."

"If we just fight for the sake of fighting, what's the point?"

Ron nodded, thinking.

"Speaking of fighting"

Putting down the crystal cup with not a drop left, Ron looked at the brass dragon god Allen who was tasting the wine, and asked curiously:

"What happened to the injuries before you came to Dragon Realm City?"

Alan waved his hand, drank the wine, wiped his mouth and said casually:

"Nothing, just killed a blue dragon that had just become a god."

"." (End of this chapter)