Knight with Wand

After finding a suitable tavern with a nice environment to stay, Leon asked the owner who looked well-informed about how to get from Dragonmaw City to the western port of Kantadar.

Sure enough, the movies and novels I watched on Earth in the past were not deceiving me. After spending some money on wine, the owner explained the two main routes in detail.

One is by land, going directly out of the south gate and heading south along the main trade route of the two countries.

The other is by water, where you can take a merchant ship from the dock of Dragonmaw City, enter the ocean from the mouth of the Rushina River, and reach your destination along the coastal route.

Both routes are possible, but the water route is much faster than the land route, and there are not as many customs clearance troubles along the way as on the land route.

But taking a ship also has its own troubles, such as the passenger ship fare is not cheap, and there are risks such as pirates and storms on the road.

Of course, since this offshore route has been stable for many years, the probability of encountering an accident is not high.

Besides, even if they travel by land, such a long distance and journey also poses the risk of encountering bandits. Kantadar is not a well-ordered place.

Considering all factors, after some discussion, everyone unanimously decided to travel by water. They should arrive as soon as possible.

Take your companions to the port to find a boat. There are not many ships going out to sea at this time of year, and even fewer merchant ships willing to carry passengers.

When they finally found a ship with space, the captain suddenly looked past Leon and carefully looked up and down at Azerien behind him.

Just as Leon was surprised by his reaction, the captain spoke.

Azerien was so angry with just one sentence.

"No women can be brought on board. She can't get on board." The captain raised his chin to signal Azerien.

"Ah?"

Leon and Lohak widened their eyes.

They wondered if the captain had bad eyesight or a bad brain.

Although Azerien has been able to wash himself up every day since he got rid of the embarrassment of fleeing, the noble boy is indeed fair and handsome.

But he can't be mistaken for a girl, right?

Leon turned around and looked at his companion who was frowning and obviously a little angry.

Well, the collar on his neck is high, which does cover his Adam's apple.

But this doesn't mean that a boy is a girl.

Besides, when bathing by the river, Leon was sure that he had seen his companion's true symbol of manliness, and his chest was completely flat.

His good brother could never be so bloody as to be a Mulan who hides her gender.

"Are you humiliating me!?" Azerien lowered his voice, pulled down his collar to reveal his Adam's apple, and questioned the captain.

If he wasn't in a good mood, he would have wanted to draw his sword.

Leon held his forehead and repeatedly emphasized that his companion was a man.

Seeing the Adam's apple, the captain didn't say anything shocking anymore. He quickly laughed, took off his hat, bowed his head to apologize, and explained.

It turns out that in the past, a traveler who was on a boat secretly dressed up a girl as a boy and took her on his boat.

As a result, an unexpected situation occurred, causing a lot of trouble on the boat.

The captain now saw that Azerien was so handsome, so he tried to cheat casually, just in case he was afraid that he had made a mistake again.

After hearing the explanation, Azerien had to accept the other party's apology, after all, to some extent, this was also a compliment to his appearance.

After a small episode, they agreed to board the ship tomorrow, and everyone left the dock and returned to the hotel.

The sun gradually set in the west.

The afterglow of the evening fell on the shoulders of people in the streets and alleys.

The prosperous Dragonmaw City is not like other ordinary cities. Although the city gates have been closed for a long time, the city still has to ring the tower bells to enforce curfew until late at noon.

Residents and businessmen who have been busy all day gathered in taverns of all sizes in the city, drinking wine produced from all over the continent.

People listened to the poets singing, admired the dancers in the tavern, and indulged themselves in venting their fatigue.

Leon still sat in a secluded corner. After eating and drinking, he played a simple chess game with his friends on the table.

This was a small gift given to the three of them by the merchant friend on the way to thank them for driving away the beasts.

I have to say that the rules are quite interesting, which relieved a lot of boring time on their journey.

There is still a lot of time before boarding the ship tomorrow. It is really hard to sleep so early, so the three of them simply drank and played chess in the tavern to pass the time.

As the number of customers in the store increased, Leon finally saw the atmosphere of the so-called tavern in another world that he had expected in the past.

In addition to the drunken drinkers and the poets playing the strings, there are also guests with swords and sabers in the tavern.

Some are foreign warriors escorting the caravan, and some are city guards who have time to go out and get drunk.

Of course, when it was almost night, Leon also saw the ancient professions that appeared in many taverns in the towns along the way.

The flamboyant dancers in thin clothes lifted their skirts and danced to the music, passing by the seats of the drinkers. The rough harassment and teasing of the men and the provocative laughter of the dancers immediately became one.

Soon someone stood up to accept the invitation and took them to the second floor to enjoy the night, which also created a considerable income for the tavern.

A young lady dressed very openly, with a "big searchlight" that was particularly dazzling under the oil lamp, came to the three-person table and held up the "big thunder" to try to attract customers.

Especially the handsome Azerien, many dancers have deliberately walked past the noble boy because of his good looks.

But obviously, he was born in an aristocratic family and naturally had no interest in such an invitation, and he declined the dancers who came to flirt with him one by one.

The hot-blooded Lohak was teased by the dancers and his eyes were straight, and he was a little moved, but suddenly he remembered that his relatives were still missing, and the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head.

Leon also rejected the invitation.

Even though he had been abstinent for a long time since he woke up, he didn't dare to show any interest in this aspect.

Not only did he not want to be a ladybug and try to keep himself clean, but he was also forced by the situation to become a brother of the No-Masturbation Bar.

This vigorous body is not without normal physiological needs, but now there is a wizard lady watching in the body, and he has completely given up the idea of ​​casting spells manually.

Otherwise, is he going to do a live broadcast for Miss Lola?

What if I anger the other party and can't fight one day?

I mean the arrow of Isa.

Soon, the dancers disappeared in the lobby of the tavern with their trophies.

The three of them looked at the various aspects of the world in the corner.

After the noise of soliciting customers disappeared, the lobby of the tavern became a little quieter.

Leon listened carefully and noticed the song of the poet in the tavern not far away, which was very beautiful and melodious.

The poet was a middle-aged man wearing colorful clothes. He had two curved mustaches and a beautiful hat. His voice was steady and long when he sang poems, and the melancholy temperament on his face was also very contagious.

The poem praising beautiful love was sung slowly as he sang, as if there was a particularly fascinating power.

Leon was immersed in his rhythm unconsciously.

I thought this tavern was highly recommended by passers-by because of those gorgeous dancers.

Now it seems that the resident poet invited by the boss is really extraordinary.

At the end of a long poem, the guests in the tavern applauded with great pleasure.

The poet smiled and took off his hat to salute the audience.

Leon also clapped his hands and praised his performance.

When the applause ended, just as he was waiting for the poet to continue singing another song, he suddenly heard faint whispers from his seat by the window.

Leon looked around in confusion.

It was obvious that the voices did not come from his companions, nor from the drinkers at other tables around.

With his head tilted, Leon slightly raised the window leaf beside him and looked through the gap. Outside the dim tavern, he saw a few people whose faces could not be seen clearly, telling a dancer something.