There were still some things that the boss didn't say. It wasn't something that could be said to show off, and it wasn't worth it.
When he heard about rat juice, he was only a child, and that was decades ago. At that time, no one knew what rat juice was. Only his gloomy grandfather, who was so old that his skin was wrinkled, had once said such a thing.
Decades later, the boss heard the word again from someone else's mouth, and it was a girl who looked young and immature.
"Boss, do you have this rat juice here?" the gray-haired man asked tentatively.
The boss didn't answer this question, but threw out another thing. "I have some suggestions here. Same old rules."
Hearing this, the gray-haired man was stunned for a moment, then touched his prickly chin. He looked a little hesitant, but in the end, he took out a few silver coins and put them on the counter. "Please give me a glass of wine."
In this small tavern, in addition to drinks and food, the boss would also provide some suggestions for charging a fee. A few silver coins for a glass of inferior wine, with a suggestion … or information.
No one thought that this was a scam. In the sewers, the advice from the boss was never a scam, and it was also valuable. It could be information about valuable things, or it could be a reminder to avoid death.
In any case, a few silver coins could always be exchanged for more money or more safety. Most people who were familiar with the sewers and had a little extra money would not be stingy with such a little money.
The boss took out a rough wine bottle from under the counter and poured a glass of wine for the gray-haired man.
The gray-haired man drank the inferior wine in one breath. He happened to be a little thirsty, so the wine was not too bad.
After the gray-haired man finished drinking, the boss continued to say after a while, "A suggestion, a reminder, and a warning."
"Three things?" the gray-haired man asked.
"No, three things are three glasses of wine. There is no such good thing." The boss said, "Suggestion, reminder, and warning are all the same thing.
Which one do you want to hear first? "
The gray-haired man touched his head. The boss's strange and mysterious tone was sometimes confusing. If it wasn't three things, one glass of wine was one thing, then why did he have to make it sound like there were three things to say?
However, for the regular customers, they were already experienced in dealing with the boss who seemed to be deliberately mystifying.
Don't feel irritated or dissatisfied. Just go along with what he said.
"Speak in order." He didn't want to ask every time. He might as well let the boss finish speaking.
The owner put the bottle away and looked at the gray-haired man and his companion.
"I have a suggestion. Don't go near that girl.
I've never seen her in Rat Path, but she isn't some newbie adventurer. "
"A reminder. Don't go looking for that girl.
She's not a little mouse. She's not that gullible. "
"It's a warning. Don't have any bad intentions towards that girl.
She smells like a python … She is that snake. Her scales might be harder and sharper than steel. "
The boss paused for a moment before continuing, "Flabby guys like you will be swallowed whole and digested."
When the two of them heard the boss's words, they were speechless.
The two of them didn't know how to feel at this time. If the boss was teasing them, this kind of thing shouldn't be possible.
The boss wasn't someone who would joke. Moreover, the boss wouldn't talk nonsense about things that cost money. At least, the two of them had never heard of this kind of thing.
"You're not joking with us, right? Boss … That little girl?"
The gray-haired man was still in a bit of disbelief. It wasn't that he didn't believe the boss, but he thought of Lulunaka's cute face.
Lulunaka's clothes were very simple. The gray-haired man also noticed that some parts of her clothes were dirty. She looked like a little mouse.
But now, the boss said that it was a snake. Moreover, it was a terrifying python … He couldn't help but ask.
"A glass of wine and a suggestion."
At this time, the boss said this sentence again. The gray-haired man couldn't hold back his curiosity. He took out a few silver coins and slapped it on the counter.
"Just treat it as a luxury. Drink this pungent bad wine as a good one."
After the gray-haired man's companion drank up the wine, the boss continued, "You think that it's a little girl. I have a different opinion about this.
Although there are many things that I'm not sure about, I'm sure that she's probably old enough to be your mother and mine. "
The gray-haired man opened his mouth wide. This time, he was completely stunned.
The boss didn't speak again.
For some things, it was enough to say this much. As for the rest, it would be a gift to others for free. For a person who made a living by running a tavern, it was a bit too extravagant to give things to others for free.
There were some crucial and expensive pieces of information that the boss would never sell, and that was about himself.
This included his age, origin, and race.
His nose wasn't cut off because he didn't have a nose. He was born this way. His face didn't become snakeskin because of an illness. This was his natural appearance since he was a child. As for his age, the gray-haired man probably wouldn't have thought that this cold boss was old enough to be his father … or grandfather.
For the boss, he also had some questions that he didn't get answered. Perhaps no one would come to answer them for him.
Who was the "little girl" who stayed for a short time and left with a sigh because there was no mouse juice?
He couldn't figure out what kind of existence Lulunaka was, but he vaguely understood one thing: She might be an ancient existence.
And such an existence was now moving deeper into the underground …
He felt that this might not be a good thing. He only hoped that his small pub wouldn't be implicated by this misfortune.
For him, this small pub was his home. If he moved to the surface, he was afraid that he wouldn't be used to the strong sunlight, and it wouldn't be good for his skin.
At this time, Lulunaka was moving deeper into the darkness of the sewer.
Although she didn't drink the mouse juice that she hadn't drunk for a long time, she was still in a good mood.
"I didn't expect to see a mixed-race Naga. This is really rare. I thought that there weren't many people of this race left …" Lulunaka walked and hummed a cheerful tune, leaving echoes in the darkness.
She was talking to herself and humming because she was alone now. She didn't even have a companion. Only the light of the fire on her cane was by her side, which made her feel a little lonely.
Since she was lonely, she had to make herself happy. If she didn't say anything, it wouldn't make her happy.
Lurunaka didn't talk much with the noseless man she met in the tavern, but her eyes were bright and she could easily see through a lot of things.
A man with a snake-like face could indeed pretend to be a deformed human in places like the Rat Tunnel and the sewer. For the residents of the underground world, the existence of deformities and deformities wasn't something that could attract people's interest and attention.
For a mixed-race Naga, this place was indeed very suitable for a place to stay. If it was on the surface, he would encounter some suspicious and unfriendly gazes … Moreover, it was from a resident of the Rat Tunnel.
At the same time, Lulunaka was certain that when she was observing this mixed-race Naga, he was also observing Lulunaka. As for how much he saw, it was hard to say. Lulunaka wasn't too nervous.
There weren't many people with sharp eyesight like Balik. Moreover, he could intuitively determine that Lulunaka was different. That wasn't something that could be easily done.
Balik was an interesting person who could see through part of Lulunaka's disguise. Therefore, Lulunaka was very happy to interact with him. As for the mixed-race Naga in the sewer … perhaps they could see if they were fated to meet?
Lulunaka walked forward in the long tunnel. Her mind was in a mess. Her mood didn't change at all because of the surrounding environment. She maintained a smile on her face.
After walking for a while, she left the long and narrow tunnel and arrived at an even more spacious tunnel.
Lulunaka heard more sounds of water and thin streams of water flowing through the gutters on both sides of the ground.
The light from the cane seemed even fainter in this spacious tunnel. The light dissipated and became even fainter. Only the light beside Lulunaka was still bright. It swayed along with the flames.
Lulunaka continued walking for a while. Suddenly, she slowed down. She sniffled and a smile bloomed on her face. "Finally, I won't be bored anymore."
She held the cane in her left hand and put her right hand to her mouth. She shouted forward, "Is anyone there?
Can anyone help this poor girl? "
Her voice was like a clap of thunder in the passageway, leaving behind circles of echoes.
After a while, a voice came back. It wasn't Lulunaka's voice. "Don't shout in a place like this!"
Lulunaka touched her ear. "She took the bait." She jogged forward with a smile.