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Chapter 15 Monster (Part 1)

Tonight's lodging is at a hotel in town.

The decor is somewhat similar to that of the Red Leaf Hotel; to be precise, many hotels in the current era share a similar decor.

A hotel can serve many functions at the same time: accommodation, food and drink, luggage storage, transportation, and entertainment.

Those who become hotel owners usually have connections in the local area. Apart from nobles, hotel owners are generally among the wealthiest people.

I came down the stairs and walked on the open ground outside the hotel.

The night wind was a bit chilly. A fence surrounded the hotel, and there was a wooden plaque above the main entrance.

The side of the hotel is a newly built cattle shed and stable, and the smell of livestock can be smelled far and wide.

In the stable, some horses had their heads down, chewing the few remaining dry grasses in their troughs.

Beyond that was an empty area where some horse-drawn carriages, four-wheeled flatbed carts, or handcarts were parked.

Smoke and conversation could be faintly heard coming from that direction.

The hotel has staff to guard these carriages and four-wheeled flatbed carts at night, but a guard fee needs to be paid to the hotel.

Behind it is the stone building of the hotel, where the drinking area and the accommodation area are separate.

The pub for drinking is on the basement floor, while accommodation requires going up a staircase in another direction.

Under the cover of night, the dark stone building was gloomy and oppressive, with only a few dim lights flickering in the windows.

On the contrary, the underground tavern hall next door, which leads to the cellar, was brightly lit, and noisy sounds came from the underground tavern.

The night was a bit damp and chilly. Lynn pulled his coat tighter around himself, pushed open the oak door, and was greeted by the smell of tallow candles mixed with the sour odor of sweat.

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This town is very large, the largest town Lynn has seen along the way. Old Kim said that there is a large iron mine next to the town, which is the main source of income for the town. Mining is a tough and tiring job, but the pay is not low.

Therefore, many miners would come to the hotel for a hearty drink during their holidays.

Stepping down the stone stairs into the underground tavern, it was much warmer inside than outside.

Although it was late at night, the place was still bustling with noise.

Behind the bar is a whole wall of liquor cabinets, filled with all kinds of rum, ale, and beer.

The cellar contained many round wooden tables, and around each table were seats shaped like tree stumps.

Many drunkards were sitting in their seats. A few drunkards in the corner were so drunk that they took off their shirts, revealing their hairy chests, and sang folk songs from their hometown with their arms around each other's shoulders.

On the other side, in a corner sat several women dressed in bold and avant-garde attire.

Lynn saw a drunkard walk over and talk to a woman. As they got into the conversation, the woman, who was initially a little angry, took out something that was bothering her chest. When she saw the golden beads, a smile immediately appeared on her face. She got up and wrapped her arms around the drunkard's neck, almost hanging on him, her bright red lips kissing his ear.

The two got up and left the cellar together.

The drunkard's hands were unclean, and the woman was like a pool of water, almost melting onto the man.

As the two passed by, faint sounds could be heard.

"They made a fortune."

"That's amazing!"

The scent of hormones was fermenting, and Lynn sneezed; the cheap perfume smelled rather pungent.

Stepping on the thick carpet on the floor, which was somewhat dirty, perhaps because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Lynn found a secluded empty seat and sat down. The bartender came over with a towel, wiped the table, and said, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"Some wine, please," Lynn said.

He's been drinking too much ale lately and wants to try something new.

"There are three kinds of wine. One is our hotel's own red wine, made from carefully selected grapes from local orchards, which costs eighty copper coins a jug. Then there is bottled red wine imported from vineyards in the north, which costs two silver coins a bottle. Finally, there is a fine white wine brought in from the finest brandy families. The finest wine costs eight silver coins a bottle."

"Besides the most expensive one, give me one of each of the rest, and another serving of barbecue," Lynn said.

"Yes, sir, that'll be three silver coins and thirty copper coins in total," the waiter said.

Lynn tossed the coins into the tray held by the waiter. The waiter had excellent eyesight, silently counted the coins in his mind, and then politely bowed and left.

A cold wind blew in, and a golden-haired girl dressed in luxurious clothes and a fluffy princess dress walked into the hotel.

A man and a woman followed on either side of the girl.

The man was tall, wearing a cloak, his figure hidden beneath it, with a rough, dark face and a scar near the corner of his eye.

Its exact appearance is unclear.

The woman next to her was slightly older, wearing a white cloak over a platinum knitted lace dress, and had long, wavy blonde hair.

"Where's the menu? Bring me your menu." The blonde girl found a secluded corner, which happened to be diagonally opposite Lynn, and eagerly called out to the waiter.

The older woman next to the girl seemed somewhat disgusted by the environment; she covered her nose and wiped the dust off the table as soon as she entered the tavern.

The waiter walked with small, quick steps, carrying a wooden board with the various dishes in the tavern carved on it.

"A bottle of brandy, a plate of cumin-roasted meat, a roasted rabbit, and a salad with creamed corn," the girl ordered enthusiastically.

"Uncle Dempsey, Sister Dolores, what do you want?" the girl asked the two people beside her.

The slightly older woman smiled, revealing dimples on her face. "I need to maintain my figure. I can't eat anything at night, otherwise I'll gain weight and won't be able to fit into my ball gown."

The man next to him shook his head slightly, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his cloak, scanning the tavern.

His gaze lingered for about a second on Lynn, who was sitting diagonally opposite him and closest to him, before turning to the noisy drunkard in the distance.

"Sir, your wine is here." The waiter carried a tray with a bottle of wine and a large pitcher of red wine on it, and a steaming plate of grilled meat on an aluminum plate on top of the tray.

A fork and knife were placed next to the plate, and Lynn picked them up to cut the roast meat on the plate.

When you eat it, it tastes a bit like beef.

He then picked up the wine from the large glass bottle next to him and took a sip. It was sour and astringent, with a hint of alcohol.

A blonde girl sitting not far away lowered her voice and asked the woman sitting next to her, "Sister Dolores, is Bangor Port really as prosperous as those people in the capital say, even more so than the capital?"

"Bangor Port is certainly not as big as the capital, but it's an open port, and it's definitely more novel than the capital, with many exotic foods," Dolores said.

"Delicious food?" The girl's eyes lit up when she heard that there were many kinds of food she had never tried before.

"In about six months, the fleet that will be recruiting wizard apprentices from that place will arrive at Bangor Harbor. It may be many years before we return to the kingdom again," Dolores said softly.

The two were not speaking loudly, and many people in the noisy tavern could not hear them clearly, but Lynn, who was relatively close, could still vaguely hear the gist of it.

The people at the table diagonally opposite were speaking softly, but they weren't trying to muffle their voices.

A fleet recruiting wizard apprentices? Bangor Harbor?

Lynn hesitated, gradually slowing down the speed at which he cut the roasted meat.

He knew that his teacher came from a college that specialized in training wizards, the place they were talking about.

There's even a dedicated fleet; could that place not be on this continent?

Could the fact that my teacher took me to Bangor Harbor be related to this fleet? From what they said, it wasn't easy to come back from that place. Could my teacher be a traitorous wizard who secretly ran away?

Lynn pondered, but then thought it might not be so, since there was a place to train wizards.

Then there might be two, perhaps besides the academy Anglie mentioned, there are other forces that train wizards.

I unexpectedly found something interesting while out for a late-night snack.

The wine and roast meat were only so-so for Lynn.

Compared to the delicacies of my memory, the food of this era feels like a culinary desert.

Since wizarding powers are so magical, could I create magical tools specifically for making delicious food, or cultivate some particularly tasty animals and plants in the future?

Lynn just wanted to get to Bangor Port as soon as possible, find his family there, and then meditate peacefully, completing daily quests every day.

Just as Lynn's thoughts were wandering, bang—

The oak door was suddenly kicked open, and a disheveled man stumbled through it, crashing down the stairs before falling to the ground. "There's a monster! There's a monster!"

(End of this chapter)