Doctor of Science's Journey into Another World

Chapter 493 The Blue-haired Devil in the Tavern

Orleans is still brightly lit late at night, especially in the busy streets in the inner and outer cities.

Entertainment shops such as brothels, taverns, and gambling dens are always crowded with people. Countless Orleans people release their desires here and relieve the fatigue of a day's work by indulging in sensual pleasures.

Although sleeping is the best way to rest for most people, it can only relieve physical fatigue, but is completely useless for mental and spiritual anxiety. Only golden beer and graceful prostitutes can eliminate inner fatigue.

In an old tavern near the wall of the outer city of Orleans, a handsome young man with blue hair was drinking from a beer mug that was twice as thick as his thigh. A crowd of drunkards who were watching the fun applauded and cheered, including the forging master Shiori.

Since coming to Orleans with Bai Hao, Shiori did not choose to live in the headquarters church, but directly bought a wooden house in the bustling outer city area.

It is worth mentioning that the street where he lives is a dwarf street, so there are many taverns. There are hundreds of taverns of all sizes on the street which is several kilometers long.

Compared to the high-end banquet halls in the inner city, Shiori still prefers to watch others drink in the mid- and low-end pubs in the outer city. The difference between the two is obvious.

The noble gentlemen in the inner city always use beautiful goblets, and taste the wine in small sips, and then smack their lips in a pretentious manner. In Shiori's opinion, this is simply clownish behavior.

Drinking is about guzzling, drinking with your mouth wide open, and then burping rudely.

The common people in the outer city had it much better. Most of the taverns here didn't have glass cups that could only hold small amounts of wine. Instead, they had wooden wine glasses with huge capacity. You could drink from a full glass all night long. Paired with peanuts and bacon, it was truly an enjoyment that even gods would envy.

However, compared to drinking while chatting, Shiori still prefers the blue-haired boy in front of him who drinks the whole cup in one breath. That kind of heroic and unruly temperament is very similar to Shiori when he was young. It's a pity that the boy is not a dwarf who is good at forging, which makes it less fun.

Soon, the green-haired boy finished a whole glass of wine, or to be exact, a whole barrel of wine, which was almost enough for three big-bellied drunkards to drink until they were full. And now the green-haired boy could even walk steadily towards the toilet, and he didn't look drunk at all.

When the blue-haired boy came back from the toilet, Shiori couldn't help but approach him to make friends with him, and spoke the rough words of a street drunkard, "Young man, I recognize your talent for drinking, which is almost the same as when I was young, but the alcohol content of beer is too low, so it's not very strong. I have a few bottles of strong beer here, do you want to try?"

As he spoke, Shuji shook the bottles of fruit wine in his hands that were made of white jade and inlaid with gold edges. They looked very high-end.

The blue-haired boy smiled brightly upon hearing that, then hurriedly took the fruit wine from Shiori's hand and pulled out the cork impatiently. An alluring aroma quickly attracted the surrounding drinkers.

This old tavern, which has been open for hundreds of years, is located in a remote area, and those who can come here to drink are all old drunkards who have been immersed in the art of drinking for decades. Naturally, they immediately sensed that the fruit wine made by Shu is definitely top-grade and is the good wine that those noble gentlemen like to drink.

Shiori was a bit short, and due to his age, he looked extremely hunched, but at this moment he still stood on the wooden table and announced loudly: "Haha, I'm happy today, and everyone has a share. I guarantee that you can all get drunk here!"

Shiori's words drew a lot of cheers, and then several strong middle-aged dwarves came in pushing several small carts full of wine bottles. They were all filled with the kind of white jade-rimmed fruit wine, which made the cheers in the tavern even louder.

After three rounds of drinking, some of the drunkards who could not hold their liquor were already lying on the ground snoring heavily, while the blue-haired boy opposite Shiori was still pouring wine with great interest, and he did not look drunk at all. Although he was still a young man, he was unexpectedly the most at ease person in the tavern.

"Oh, why do I feel like you look familiar..." Shiori narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blue-haired boy in front of him. He always felt as if he had seen him somewhere, but Shiori, who was over 500 years old, always had a hard time thinking about things.

"Hehe, Master Shiori has always been in Scott of the Swart Empire, right?" The blue-haired boy poured himself another glass of wine, then said slowly, "I have never been there."

Suddenly, Shiori slammed the table hard and said loudly: "I remember, I remember, you look almost exactly like another blue-haired girl. I recently met her only Scott. Her name is Youla, and she is also a wind elemental mage!"

"Oh, Youla, that doesn't sound like a Eastern name. Her face looks so much like mine." Feng was not surprised at all. Like Youla, he possessed the ability to see the thread of fate, so he also knew that Shiori was related to Bai Hao and others.

"It's strange to say, the girl Youla looks like a typical Easterner, but she's from the Western Regions. I even heard that her parents are both dark-skinned Westerners. It's really unbelievable!"

Shiori didn't know the origins of the blue-haired boy in front of him, he just chatted with Feng in a serious manner as usual. After hearing that Feng was from Beixu and had even been to the Void Strait, Shiori enthusiastically helped Feng pour wine. He always liked to listen to others talk about things in other regions.

"I heard that the winter in Beixu is so cold that it is uninhabitable. People in Beixu usually hibernate like animals. You must have come south because it is too cold..."

"I heard that the priests of the White Sun Sect are all fat dwarves. It seems that this can better keep out the cold, just like us dwarves..."

"Look up over there, can you see a more beautiful white sun? After all, the moon in our Central Plains is bigger than that in other places..."

Shiori enthusiastically asked Feng about everything about Beixu. Although he had lived for more than five hundred years, he had never been to Beixu and did not know any dwarves from Beixu. All his knowledge of Beixu was hearsay from what he heard while drinking in the tavern.

Since Shiori provided such delicious fruit wine, Feng was very patient in answering all of Shiori's questions and even told some interesting stories about Kitaxo.

For example, there was a blue-haired demon who committed heinous crimes throughout Beixu. Countless people died at his hands, and even the demon hunters of the Baiyang Sect died on the way to hunt him down.

Shiori was a little surprised when he heard that, and couldn't help but sigh: "That blue-haired demon is too powerful, I heard that the demon hunters of the White Sun Sect are all very powerful wizards, and their captain is even a legendary elementalist... Oh, by the way, what is the name of that blue-haired demon?"

"Haha," Feng laughed softly and said casually, "It seems to be Feng, which happens to be the same name as mine."