Chapter 3558 Awe

The streets in the early morning are very quiet.

The cool breeze blows on your face, passing through your hair and caressing your cheeks, refreshing.

But not every street is like this. Some hungover adventurers are lying or lying on the side of the street in various postures, or lying in vomit, snoring and sleeping again and again. Fragrant and sweet.

Fortunately, the climate in this town happened to be in a lukewarm stage, otherwise what would have been lying on the street would not be a group of sweetly sleeping adventurers, but a group of frozen corpses.

Although I didn't sleep all night, I was not sleepy at all and was still wandering around the streets in high spirits.

At this moment, most of the shops on both sides of the street are not open. Only shops such as custom shops, gambling houses and bars that operate around the clock are open as usual.

There are very few pedestrians on the streets, and there are many times more cleaners than pedestrians.

Whether it is the Blue Planet or the Zephyr Continent, cleaners are one of the least paid but hardest working jobs.

Although the streets were sparsely populated, the adventurers passing by were in awe of me, who was carrying a flagpole-like sword on my back and an ordinary sword on my waist.

This is about the common characteristics of the demon world, respecting the strong and fearing the strong.

I glanced at the pedestrians walking around me with expressions of awe on their faces, and I was a little speechless.

If I didn't understand the common characteristics of the demon world, I would even wonder if I was rejected by them.

When I entered the bar, the bartender who had been working all night looked at me drowsily. He glanced at me and was stunned. Then he stared at me with squinted eyes for a few seconds. Then he felt excited all over and immediately became energetic. He smiled at me. He bowed and said: "Welcome, sir, what would you like to order?"

"Wine," I said, "and food."

After that, he took out a silver coin and put it on the bar.

Silver coins shine with different lights, representing their preciousness.

The bartender picked up the silver coins with both hands and said excitedly: "Yes, sir, I will prepare it for you right now."

In the next few minutes, the bartender wandered back and forth between the bar and the back room, constantly taking out various dried fruit snacks and fine wines. After taking out what he thought was a sufficient amount of food and wine, he did not forget to go to the bar and hand-pick Mix up a bunch of cocktails.

But instead of pouring these cocktails into glasses, he poured them all into metal containers.

After doing all this, the bartender carried the big and small packages that had been packed, and said to me almost flatteringly: "Sir, I will help you carry it."

"What about the bar?" I asked casually.

"It doesn't matter if there is a waiter taking care of you."

Seeing that he was so polite, I stopped talking too much, said hello, and took the lead in leaving the bar.

It was really difficult for the bartender to carry things along the way. It could be seen that he was not good at this kind of physical work. In contrast, bartending was his specialty.

In order to distract his attention and prevent him from being too tired, I tried to chat with him for a few words.

The bartender is quite talkative. If I ask a basic question, he can talk for a long time, which relieves my boredom a lot.

After entering the hotel and climbing the stairs, the bartender asked me carefully: "Sir, I heard that you and the apostle had a close contest outside the city yesterday?"

"Yeah" I nodded: "It seems evenly matched. If the fight continues, I might lose."

"You really know how to joke," the bartender said with admiration on his face: "A strong man like you will never lose. You are the hope of the devil world!"

"Me?" I stopped and looked confused: "The hope of the devil world?"

The bartender said admiringly: "Isn't that right, sir? Many adventurers say that if the invaders are not virtuous and rashly send apostle-level warriors to attack the city, you will definitely be able to show off your might and kill them all!"

I chuckled and shook my head.

This rumor may be a little too much.

At present, it is quite difficult for me to defeat a Casillas-level powerhouse, let alone a group of apostle-level powerhouses. Even if I am exhausted, I will not be able to defeat them.

But instead of dampening the bartender's enthusiasm, I smiled at him, and the latter's eyes lit up even more when he saw the smile.

When I got to the place, I took out another silver coin, put it in his hand, and said, "Put it away, this is a tip."

"This, how can this be possible!" The bartender was frightened and his body was shaking: "You are a nobler person than the apostle, and I am just a little bartender."

"You're thinking too much," I said, "There aren't that many rules. If I give you money, you just take it. It's not like a scourge."

"Then, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." The bartender was grateful, and I went back to the room and closed the door.

In the room, Seren was already awake, but still lying on the carpet motionless.

"Get up and eat when you wake up." I put dried fruit snacks and a lot of wine bottles on the dining table and said, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

"liquor"

"Huh?" I pulled out the cork and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

"No!" There was a rare look of fear in Seren's eyes: "No!"

"What's your reaction?" I asked in confusion, "Why are you suddenly so afraid of wine?"

Seren coughed, spit out the smell of alcohol, and said feebly: "It's not like those bastards, they almost made me heroic when they insisted on getting me drunk yesterday."

"Don't make trouble," I said, "Is there anyone among you dragon clan who can't drink?"

"But there is no one who can drink as well as you." Salem rolled his eyes at me and said, "You are just like a wine barrel, the kind with no bottom."

"I'm just a relatively good drinker. As for having no bottom, that's too exaggerated."

I teased him with a smile, and at the same time took out the hot water bottle, poured him a cup of hot water, and handed it over.

After drinking several glasses of wine, Salem finally regained some energy.

"Huh, I'm finally alive!" Salem sighed with emotion.

"That's an exaggeration," I said, "Dried fruit or snack?"

"Snacks," Seren said, "I only eat fresh fruits."

"Hey, that's pretty picky," I teased, then took out a bunch of snacks and handed them over: "Here, here are the snacks you want."

Seren devoured it.

Not long after, he had finished all the snacks and two pots of hot water.

I made another pot of boiling water and asked casually: "You can drink the freshly boiled water. Aren't you afraid it will be hot?"

"What do you think?" Salem asked, "Even fire can't hurt me. How can boiling water hurt me?"

"That's right." I scratched my head and said, "Serun, will you still be leading troops to fight in a few days?"

"Of course," Seren said proudly, "This time, I have accepted the important task given by His Majesty!"

"Then let me ask you, what are your plans if the dragon army is wiped out again?" I asked again.

Salem's expression changed slightly, and he said unhappily: "Don't forget your position, you are an ally of the Dragon Clan, one of our own!"

"I asked this just because I know my position," I said. "If I were Bakar, I would temporarily take over your title of commander when there is less than a quarter of the dragon army left."

Seren's eyes widened and he stared at me with an incredulous look: "How did you know?"