Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 15: Dogtooth Tavern

Translator: CKtalon

Every city probably had places like Dogtooth Tavern.

Not only was the renovation done in poor taste, but the alcohol was also surprisingly expensive. Moreover, the bartender would never deliver the items to the table on time.

Here, there wouldn’t be drunkards who started singing in their stupors, bards who told the same story all the time, or maidservants who came to clean the table every ten minutes.

However, there was an endless stream of customers every day.

This was because the main thing sold here wasn’t hangovers or entertainment, but a place where one could hide their identity, be well-informed, and have a safe conversation.

Dog teeth tied to the oak door swayed as a gray-haired man with silver eyes pushed open the door and walked in.

The entire tavern fell silent for a moment when he entered.

Most of the guests here didn’t like to show their faces. Even if they didn’t hide their faces, they would choose to dress in a low-key manner. As for this person, he wore a white mage robe and held a yew staff as if he didn’t have the slightest intention of hiding his identity.

Those who were qualified to learn magic was either rich or noble. People of that caliber typically wouldn’t stoop to coming to such a lowly place.

Therefore, many customers cast curious looks at the fellow dressed as a mage. Of course, most of them only glanced at him.

Only three pairs of eyes followed him from the moment he entered.

One was a thin and tall bartender sitting beside the bar counter. Before this person entered, he had been looking around the tavern as if he was searching for something.

The other was a tall man sitting alone in a corner drinking alcohol. He wore an old cloak filled with holes, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his face. There were five or six empty wine bottles on the table, and he looked like the only person who came here to drink.

The last one was the tavern owner.

He silently watched the person dressed as a mage walk straight to the bar and sit opposite him, placing his hands together on the bar.

“A cup of thorny mead,” the person said in a hoarse voice.

The boss glanced at him and wondered if this was another scion who was here to seek excitement.

“One silver erin.”

Silver erin was the middle-tier currency denomination-20 silver erin equaled 1 gold riel.

“It’s quite expensive.”

“It’s market price.”

The person spread out his hands and spun a gold coin on the bar. The shape of the gold coin was irregular as if it had been smelted.

“Count the extra as a tip.”

The gold coin spun faster and faster. The boss quietly pressed it under his hand and swiped it under the bar counter.

Then, he asked with a calm expression, “Want anything else?”

“Who’s the best person to buy a large amount of Elementium Silver from here?”

“If you are asking for the best seller, it’s naturally Duke Simon’s family. The Elementium Silver Chamber of Commerce his son is in charge of accepts orders from all registered mages. There won’t be a premium due to the standard market prices.”