You know, if it were cheap malt beer, you could buy ten pints with it!
Of course, this is called premium malt beer, but compared to the truly authentic kind, it’s a world apart.
However, malt beer is a commoner’s drink; nobles usually don’t deign to drink it.
They typically drink wine, fruit wine from the Elf Forest, and white spirits.
What’s it called again... Er Guotou?
That’s what the minstrel said.
But Old John didn’t order malt beer for drinking.
Under the bartender’s astonished gaze, he carefully poured the beer out and sprinkled it on his wound.
"Hey, hey, Old John, what are you doing? Gone mad?! If you’re not drinking it, give it to . I’ve hardly ever tasted premium malt beer!"
"Hey, what do you know? I’m disinfecting! Otherwise, with a wound this deep and the weather this hot, it would get worse."
"Disinfecting? What nonsense is this...?"
"You don’t know, do you? Beer can disinfect, they say it can... can kill the little creatures in the wound, yes... so tiny creatures we can’t see, those little creatures are what make a wound worse."
"Nonsense, who told you this?"
"A street minstrel."
"You even believe what a minstrel says?"
"He said he’s from Fengyue Free Territory, that it’s a thod told to him by an elf."
"Elf..."
Hearing Old John’s words, the bartender raised an eyebrow, rendered speechless for a mont.
In recent years, the reputation of the Elf Clan has beco increasingly prominent; people in every city on the continent know about the rise of the Elf Forest.
Furthermore, the Elf Clan seems to know many lost arts and knowledge, and it’s said so of the content amazes even the great mages of the Mage Tower, who hold it in high regard...
Thinking of this, the bartender secretly noted this thod, planning to try it out when an opportunity arises.
"I wonder if the wound will heal after pouring the beer on it; with the mine gone, I still have to find a place to work tomorrow..."
Looking at that deep wound, Old John sighed.
"The mine? It’s better not to go to that cursed place; I heard many who went mining there got sick. Look at you, in just one year, you look as if you’ve aged over twenty years."
The bartender shook his head.
"But then what can I do? I don’t have any skills, I used to be a farr, and after fleeing here, I was left with nothing."
Old John sighed numbly.
Hearing his words, the bartender also felt a mont of sadness.
In recent years, there have been more and more refugees, and every day you can see people who’ve starved to death along the roadside.
There’s war everywhere, demon invasions, beast tides erupting, and even the weather is strange. This year, the entire Fertile Plain experienced a severe drought, impacting the harvest, yet taxes still increased...
"Fengyue Free Territory is the best... This chaotic life, when will it ever end?"
Old John sighed.
"That’s thanks to the Life Church, you know? It’s said that over in Fengyue Free Territory, the priests themselves use divine arts to bring rain."
The bartender shook his head.
"Divine arts to bring rain?"
Old John widened his eyes.
"Yes, that’s the Goddess of Life and Nature, you know? It’s not just rain; it’s said that so divine arts can make crops mature in a single day! Ever since Fengyue Free Territory believed in the Life Church, no one in the territory has gone hungry again!"
The bartender said.
"Goddess of Life..."
Old John’s expression turned complex.
In recent years, the na of the Goddess of Life has also beco more prominent, possibly even more so than that of the elves.
Even street minstrels often tell stories about the Goddess of Life, usually attracting many spectators...
Resisting the Evil God, protecting believers, spreading knowledge, bestowing divine arts...
It’s due to Her existence and the presence of the Life Church that Fengyue Free Territory quickly recovered after the wars and beca increasingly prosperous.
It starkly contrasted with the empire.
There can be no harm without comparison. Thinking of his recent experience at the Eternal Church, Old John felt increasingly distressed, sad, and disappointed.
"But the most beautiful place should be the Elf Forest, right? I heard from the rchants in the caravans that the elf city there is as beautiful as a palace, prosperous, like Heaven... However, only elves and half-elves with elf blood can reside there."
The bartender exclaid.
"Elves... I’ve never seen an elf, but I did see a half-elf once in the Southern Border Domain, at an auction."
Old John said.
"Auction? That must have been many years ago, right?"
The bartender raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, many years ago."
Old John nodded.
The two of them chatted on and off, passing the ti.
After pouring the beer on the wound, although it was uncomfortable at first, Old John gradually got used to it.
At that mont, suddenly, the tavern door was pushed open once more.
A few tall figures, luxuriously dressed, walked in.
The bartender looked over and paused slightly.
And the entire tavern gradually fell into silence.
"El...ves?"
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