590: Chapter 465 Secret Bid for Warhorses_1 590: Chapter 465 Secret Bid for Warhorses_1 As Luna followed Ella to the guest room, she suddenly asked, “Miss Ella, is there a story behind your bar?
Does it have anything to do with the Druids?
I always feel there’s a unique divine aura emanating from it.”
When they had first entered the tavern, this topic had surfaced, only to be interrupted, and the turn of events that followed had exceeded everyone’s expectations, putting the subject on hold.
Nevertheless, the matter had caught Luna’s attention, and she observed the bar whenever she could, feeling more and more that it was out of the ordinary.
“Indeed, there is a legend.
In Anfield Village, we hold the Deer Goddess Festival on the last day of August every year to commorate this legend.
It is said that the first inhabitant of Anfield Village was a priestess of the forest and Ranger Goddess likai.”
She established Anfield Village single-handedly.
She had the ability to transform into a deer, and one day, while in her deer form, she was wounded by an ignorant noble from Waterdeep City.
Even after she transford back into a human, the nobles continued their pursuit.
She fled back to the village and ran to the Deer Horn Pot Tavern’s bar.
Even in her dying monts, she sought help while her blood spilled along the way, covering the bar as well.
It is rumored that this priestess was not an ordinary one but an Incarnation of the Goddess in disguise.
Therefore, believers of Goddess likai co from afar to the tavern, just to kiss the bar.
They claim that by doing so, they can ask the Goddess a question and receive a clear answer, though it can only be done once a year,” Ella recounted the tale with familiarity.
Upon hearing the story, Luna’s first reaction was, “What was the purpose of Goddess likai’s actions?
Even if transford into a deer, couldn’t she have kicked those ignorant nobles to death with one hoof?”
“A moral lesson, that is the gods’ favorite thod.
Goddess likai probably wanted to use this event to warn humanity not to kill wild creatures for fun, because what ets the eye is often just an illusion, and by the ti you realize the truth, it’s already too late,” Gaven interpreted on the side.
“Exactly,” Ella agreed, “This is the sa answer many rangers and Druids give when questioned about the matter.
Here we are, these two rooms.
The conditions are a bit simple, so I ask you to please not mind.”
“Having a place to rest our heads is plenty enough, how could we possibly ask for more?
Thank you for today, Miss Ella, we shall see you tomorrow,” Gaven said with a smile.
“See you tomorrow,” Ella said as she opened the room and bid them farewell before leaving.
Gaven shook his head as he saw Luna, seemingly eager to follow him into his room to talk, “Whatever questions you have, we can talk about them later.”
They were now staying in soone else’s territory, and they had to be careful of eavesdropping walls.
Although Father Krewen and his people were kind to them, you can never fully understand what’s in a person’s heart.
It’s always right to be cautious.
“Alright,” Luna, no longer the greenhorn who had just embarked on adventures, understood Gaven’s concerns and waved her hand, “We’ll see each other tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” Gaven nodded, indicating a goodbye before entering his room.
The room was small, barely over ten square ters.
Once a bed was placed, there wasn’t much room left – it was just a place to sleep.
The personal care items, on the other hand, were well-prepared.
But Gaven didn’t use them, opting for his own supplies from the Portable Dinsional Hole, with several sets available, even the water he used was Pure Water created by the Water Creation Spell.
Unless it was a special situation like earlier, Gaven, when traveling outside, wouldn’t eat others’ food, drink others’ water, and didn’t even plan to sleep on the bed provided.
He took out a blanket, wrapped it around himself, and nestled into the most concealed corner of the room.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he entered a trance.
This habit wasn’t unique to him; most Transcendent Adventurers from Felen were the sa.
Because no one knows if that stranger opposite you is a human or a ghost.
During the day, they act warmly hospitable, treating you like a long-lost brother.
At night, they sharpen their knives, ready to slaughter you like a fat lamb, prepared to toss you into a pot as tomorrow’s main dish.
While it was unlikely to happen here, one couldn’t be absolutely sure it wouldn’t.
After entering his trance this ti, Gaven unusually refrained from doing various things and focused on replenishing his energy.
All the ssages that needed to be sent out had already been dispatched.
What remained was to quietly await the next day, observe the reactions from Anfield Village, and then act accordingly.
Overall, he didn’t have any major conflicts of interest with the locals.
On the contrary, there were many trades to be made, and then, incidentally, he could dig for treasures he needed, officially embarking on the path of the Arcane Adept.
After saying goodbye to Gaven, Ella didn’t return to her room right away but went back to the tavern’s main hall.
As expected, the tavern owner and the waitress were there, whispering and conversing in hushed tones.
The subject, needless to ntion, was about the young couple she had just escorted to the back.
Just as Gaven couldn’t imdiately trust the locals, they were also doubtful about their true identities.
One of the waitresses, with a face slightly rounded with baby fat, curiously asked, “Father, are you really sure that he is the owner of the Weizemay Manor?
Isn’t that too young?”
“Whether he is or isn’t, what does it matter to us?” Krewen said calmly, “As long as he has an endless supply of Ghost Grape Wine, he is who he says he is.
If he doesn’t, then he isn’t.”
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