This kind of place was called a tavern for a reason.
In the circular space, in addition to the entrance and the pipes leading to other places, there was a broken counter near the wall. Behind the counter stood a man with disheveled hair and a gray face. His face was as smooth as a snake without scales, leaving a deep impression. What was even more unforgettable was that there were only two small holes where the man's nose should be. If someone dared to get close, they could see the two small holes expanding and then contracting.
This was where the man with the smooth face breathed.
If a tavern didn't have drinks and simple food and drinks, and if the owner didn't stand behind the counter, it wouldn't be a tavern.
There weren't many places to sit in this tavern. The seats for guests were in the middle of the circular space. There was nothing on both sides except for the counter, the tavern goods on one side, and the aisles for people to walk through.
There were also candlesticks made of goat horns hanging on the wall. The remaining half of the candle was burning, and melted ash was piled under the candle.
Lulunaka's arrival did attract some attention, but it wasn't too much because there weren't many people here. Other than the man without a nose, there were only scattered around … guests.
If the people who stayed here could be called guests, even though they drank, ate, and were paid for, they were not allowed to stay here.
Lulunaka extinguished the flame at the tip of her cane, came to the counter, and looked at the person in charge here.
This snake-like man was the only one who didn't pay attention to Lulunaka. He was silently wiping the surface of the cracked counter.
"A glass of rat juice," Lulunaka sat down and said to him.
The man looked at Lulunaka. There was no sarcasm or disregard on his face. He looked directly at Lulunaka.
"No rat juice," the man said. "This tavern doesn't sell that kind of drink."
"Why?
Isn't that a very special drink? "
The man didn't answer immediately. After a while, he said to Lulunaka, "We don't have that kind of drink anymore. We lack some ingredients … and no one likes that kind of thing.
Now, there's only ordinary wine here. "
Lulunaka sighed. "Then I don't have another expectation."
Lulunaka didn't seem to have any intention of ordering anything. She turned to look at the seated guests.
After looking at them for a while, Lurunaka turned back and looked at the man. "These people are not old, but they make themselves look old."
"Because it's easier to live in the rat tunnel and sewer, miss," the man replied.
He stopped wiping the rag in his hand. "Also, if you don't order anything, I hope you can give up your seat. There are always guests who are willing to spend money, and if they don't have a seat, it would be rude.............."
Lulunaka shrugged and got down from her seat. Even though there were many empty chairs around her, to the man without a nose, that didn't seem to be the reason for Lulunaka's empty seat.
"Alright, I don't want to stay here either. This is not my final destination."
. "Lulunaka said to the man." It's a pity. I actually wanted to have a sip of that rat juice. "
"No." The man repeated.
"If you think it's a pity, you can go deeper into the sewer and see if there are any ingredients."
"There aren't any rat mushrooms around here?" Lulunaka asked.
"That's a rare thing," the man replied.
Lulunaka sighed again, shook her head, and left.
There were several exits in the tavern. She chose one that was slanted downwards and left.
Not long after Lulunaka left, two men sat at the counter. They were originally sitting in other seats.
"That's a cute little girl."
One of the men with a thin face and gray hair smiled. "Why would a little girl like that appear in a place like this?"
"Little girl." The man without a nose repeated the word indifferently. His tone didn't fluctuate.
"And she left in that way," the gray-haired man continued.
The gray-haired man continued, "That's not a safe passage. If we continue to go down, it won't just be mice slipping past our feet."
"And big rats like you will slip past some unlucky guys," the man without a nose said.
The gray-haired man just smiled. He didn't get angry at being called a big rat. "We're not that bad. You know that, boss.
We don't have the guts to do such a bad thing. "
"But it's not much better."
"If you didn't do anything shameless, isn't it a good thing?"
The gray-haired man laughed. "It's just that to make a living, sometimes you have to do things that others despise. I'm used to it."
The two men sitting at the counter were indeed not people who would stop at nothing to do evil, but they were definitely not people who were willing to help others.
Most people who lived in the rat tunnel, wandered in the sewer, and scavenged were like them.
The man who was called the boss didn't continue to speak. The gray-haired man continued, "Let's guess what will happen to the little girl."
"What will happen to a little girl like her in the rat tunnel? She won't be like a little rat picking up things that others don't want. Only …" His companion opened his mouth and said, "I can't say that. If she really comes across something bad, then it'll be too bad."
"Boss, what do you think will happen to the little girl?" The gray-haired man continued to ask the boss of the small tavern.
The boss still didn't answer immediately. He always acted like he was a beat slower. As for whether he was thinking or not, no one knew. Only he knew his own thoughts.
The gray-haired man saw that the boss didn't answer, but he didn't feel unhappy.
This man without a nose and with a snake-like face had always been like this. Those who had been here for a long time had already gotten used to his temperament. As for those who were new or had a bad temper, if they were dissatisfied with this boss with a strange face and took action … then it would be a real pity.
People who could have their own space somewhere in the sewer were not existences that could be bullied by others.
Generally, all kinds of rude and rude actions against the boss would eventually become an opportunity for small characters like them to make some extra money. The dead people's things didn't belong to them, and the boss didn't care much about the dead people's things. He could always let people like them, who were struggling to survive, get a lot of good things.
This also made the boss quite popular in the sewers.
The gray-haired man was about to continue bragging with his companion when the boss spoke, "Have you heard of rat juice?"
The gray-haired man and his companion looked at each other and then shook their heads. "No, we haven't heard of it."
"That sounds like a disgusting thing. Is it juiced by rats?" His companion continued.
Hearing the two's answer, the boss continued, "When I was young, I heard of such a drink. It's a special product in the sewer.
It's a mixture of low-quality rum, rotten moss, and rat mushrooms. The liquor and the mixture will have an interesting reaction. If you have a transparent and beautiful glass, you can see that the liquid from the bottom to the middle of the glass will turn into a gray-black solidified jelly. The liquor will turn slightly red, and it will emit a strong sour smell … This is rat juice.
Because it uses rat mushrooms, and the gray-black jelly looks like the fur of rats. That's how it got its name. "
Speaking of this, the boss paused. "The liquor is red. It says that this is rat juice made by 'juicing' rats. It's a vivid metaphor."
The gray-haired man and his companion looked at each other as if they had heard something strange.
They had never heard of what the boss said at all. They knew about the rotten moss in the sewer. It was impossible to eat it, but it was okay to use it to harm people. As for the rat mushroom, they had never heard of it.
"Is that thing drinkable?" "God, it sounds disgusting."
"I don't know." The boss's answer was still so simple, and he was too lazy to say more.
These idiots in front of him probably didn't take his words seriously. They just thought it was a strange thing, so why should he say too much?