Chapter 1838: Chapter 557: Half Man, Half Woman
Lenny said that within the [Mist Legacy Relics] there is only a grey, misty world and endless monsters.
He never ntioned that within it there is a town, and a “Black Rose Tavern” filled with magical atmosphere.
The entire Puppeteer Family’s heritage never ntioned the origin of this tavern either.
This piqued Leonard Churchill’s intense interest.
The architectural style is also very ancient.
The Gothic style spires are not as sharply pointed as those of the present day but are instead adorned with nurous artistically rich patterns.
Leonard recognized this as early Taren Empire style.
The space within this relic seed sowhat like a dreamland world. If one’s consciousness is strong enough, they could create things out of thin air, just like the pocket watch Leonard had in his hand.
In other words, this town and tavern were most likely ford by so very ancient fragnt of consciousness.
There is no eternal matter in the universe, and consciousness is the sa.
This ans that the one who created this town had an unimaginably powerful consciousness.
Leonard thought of only one possibility.
That would be Emperor Lanlingster.
….
The stone bricks at the entrance of the tavern were damp because of the fog, and there was a pot of black roses at the entrance.
Leonard carefully observed the environnt, while silently analyzing the preferences of the “consciousness” that created this tavern.
Upon entering, he imdiately saw the entirety of the tavern.
Simple wooden chairs, not much different from an ordinary tavern.
However, the patrons were not humans; they were various oddly shaped monsters.
There were pig-headed n eating like they were made of fat, greedy dwarves, Fla Demons with two horns, bespectacled old n with six arms, toxin-emitting Toad Monsters, and bad-tempered Bear-n…
All sorts of strange forms.
None of them looked easy to deal with.
The monsters didn’t make a move, Leonard had no intention of causing trouble either, he gave them a glance and did not look further.
He ticulously scanned the patrons.
But the patrons’ gazes seed sowhat brazen.
“Oh, a strange fellow has co.”
“Indeed, Rose Town hasn’t seen a newcor in a long, long ti.”
“Hehe, let’s hope this new guy can live a bit longer…”
…
Oddly enough, although it was the Demon’s language, Leonard understood it perfectly.
His mind raced, analyzing all the information captured by his senses.
Danger?
Am I very strange?
Leonard knew there was danger.
But it was precisely this feeling of walking on the edge of a blade that made him more and more excited.
He checked his pocket watch, there was still plenty of ti.
Leonard walked to the bar counter like a regular, instinctively choosing a high stool near a pillar. This position had the best view, seeing most of the tavern and the door, and his back wasn’t exposed to potential ambush.
It wasn’t a deliberate choice, just his long-standing habit of caution.
However, as soon as he sat down, the expressions of more than a dozen monster patrons beca very peculiar.
In an instant, their gazes towards Leonard beca cautious, as if afraid to touch so taboo.
The monsters said nothing, each lowered their head to drink, even their whispers beca inaudible.
Leonard didn’t understand why the monsters’ attitudes changed as soon as he sat down.
He glanced at the Lizard Bartender, saw a sarcastic “waiting for a good show” expression.
But the bartender didn’t say much, only asked: “What would the guest like to drink?”
Leonard glanced and saw no nu, he directly asked: “What drinks do you have?”
Since the patrons knew he was new, there was no need to pretend to be experienced.
The Lizard Bartender listed the drinks: “[Dream God Dew], [Angel’s Kiss], [Demon’s Tiani], [Wind Dragon Soul]…”
It seed similar to a tavern in the real world, all fancy drink nas.
Leonard listened to the nas, trying to find sothing special.
But couldn’t figure it out, so he casually chose one that sounded good: “How much is [Wind Dragon Soul]?”
The bartender said with no expression: “Half a Ninth Tier soul per glass.”
…
Only then did Leonard realize sothing was off.
In this tavern, did they really trade in souls?
And, what kind of drink is worth half a Ninth Tier soul?
That outrageous feeling surged up in his heart instantly.
But outrageous or not.
Leonard’s curiosity was piqued, he asked: “Can I get it on credit?”
A Ninth Tier soul is extrely valuable to others, but he happened to have one.
It was the Red Robed Archbishop Griffith had killed, now sealed in the [Soul Hosting Clay Figurine].
However, it was outside, not brought in, so he had to get it on credit.
Not fearing that Leonard would default, the bartender nodded readily: “Of course. Just sign the contract and pay on ti.”
“Alright, one glass!”
Leonard gestured grandly, wanting to give it a try.
The bartender turned to open the liquor cabinet, revealing various bottles and jars.
Though none were labeled, and their contents unknown.
Leonard caught a glimpse, noticing so translucent bottles with Demon Beasts’ souls inside.
Great Dragons, Behemoths, Griffins, Three-eyed Nightmares, Demon King Spiders, Cerberus, Fallen Evil Nine-Headed Snakes…
This sight greatly shocked Leonard internally once again.
It felt like seeing an elder’s dicinal liquor jar, if he’s not mistaken, these jars actually contained various mythical creatures, many of which Leonard had only seen in ancient texts!
At this mont, he finally understood why the drinks were so outrageously priced.
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