A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

"Okay, then I'll start like this."

Kate, who drank a glass of wine, said that she didn't know if it was because of the effect of alcohol, her face was flushed, and there was a shimmer in her eyes.

Chapter 1 Photographer

I don't know if it's because of the particularity of the profession of bar owner, but customers always like to confide in Boss Xue.

In particular, the closer the world time is to modern times, the stronger the desire of customers to talk. People can't help but feel that social development brings people not only rich and low-cost material resources, but also more Great mental stress.

This man in front of him is obviously.

"I feel like a failure. I haven't created anything of value... Mainly because no one agrees with my ideas. Some of them say, just take a camera and take a picture of what you see. Art creation? Although some people agree with the existence of photographic art, they think that my works do not express any connotation, but are just so-called 'news photos'."

Such a chattering man doesn't look like a loser, not only is he good looking, tall and blue-eyed, he also keeps his hair and clothes neat and tidy.That face, which can be said to have some baby face features, has a thin layer of stubble in order to look more mature, which is obviously carefully trimmed.

Usually, guys who care so much about their appearance are doing pretty well because they at least have some free time to take care of themselves.

But men are not without some strange things.

The bishop's special menu today is charcoal-grilled beef ribs. The guests at other tables thought it was good, but this one declined.

"I'm a vegetarian." He said so, and this self-introduction made Boss Xue nervous immediately.

But obviously the guest in front of him is not the kind of guy who likes to give moral lectures anytime and anywhere, and insists on asking others for his own eating habits. It is his own choice to eat vegetarian food, and he will not have any sense of superiority because of it.

Human beings may describe "politics" differently from person to person, but in fact any two groups, any two opposing opinions are political, otherwise how did the word "ideology" come about?

So much significance has been given to the vegetarian vs. non-vegetarian debate, and the aggression between opposing groups has become increasingly strong. In this case, the wariness of tavern owners about vegetarians is also justified.

After discovering that the guest had no intention of interfering with others, Boss Xue asked curiously, "Then can you drink?"

"Of course... because almost all wines are fermented products of grains or fruits." The man shook the glass in his hand, indicating that he had already drunk more than half of the glass: "It's not because I have any special religious beliefs." I am only a vegetarian... Or can vegetarianism be regarded as a kind of belief? Some people may think so. In short, you eat yours and I eat mine. We should all respect each other's right to choose food freely, right? "

Xue Li shrugged, and could only turn around and tell the bishop to bring this guest a separate vegetable salad without mayonnaise.

"Thank you, thank you."

After saying this, the guest took out his most satisfactory work so far from his wallet, put it on the table, and continued to confide to the boss: "I actually think I took a good shot, such as this one... But Even the newspapers don't think it's newsworthy. What do you think?"

It can be seen that it was originally a huge photo, and the one in the wallet was developed and reduced; but even if it is so reduced in size, you can see his level.

In the photo is a homeless man lying on a street corner, his hands and feet are thin and dirty, and his eyes are looking at the camera, revealing an uncomfortable hollowness and numbness.

In particular, the photographer's ingenious technique makes other parts of the photo have a sense of illusion except for the portrait. There are only blurred shadows of pedestrians passing by and vehicles on the road. In the shops separated by a wall, the light of neon lights diffuses into colorful mist.

Just looking at this photo, Xue Li had a stomach full of words to hold back in his heart.

Isn't this kind of photo with strong impact, clear meaning, and breathtaking beauty not recognized?How high is the threshold of photography art?

"What a nice photo." He admired sincerely. "Can you give it to me? Sign your name so I can stick it on the wine cabinet."

The guest was also temporarily encouraged by his compliment, and said with a smile: "Okay, anyway, this is just a miniature version. I put the nice ones in my wallet. If you want, there are dozens or even hundreds of copies."

He picked up the pen that Boss Xue handed him, and signed his name on the back of the photo: Leon.

After handing the photo to Boss Xue, he seemed to like the feeling of being recognized. He didn't complain about what happened to him any more. Instead, he calmed down and turned his head to enjoy Santa Nicole's singing and dancing on the stage over there.

Santa Nicole is singing a Latin dance song in English that Max brought from his world called "Turn the Beat".Judging by her expression, she also enjoyed the performance and getting applause. The previous performance in the "Milk Whirlwind" bar was not necessarily just to prey on passing men.

Aside from still not being able to walk out the door to any worlds, she's doing pretty well in the tavern... probably a non-staff.

Just as she was singing with all her heart, an exceptionally tall and strong figure of a man walked in from the door again.

The one who just came in was stunned for a moment when he saw the appearance in the tavern. He found a seat and sat down, looking at Santa Nicole over there.

Daiger came up to him and asked kindly, "Sir? What would you like to drink?"

The man was wearing a suit of armor, with a lining made of metal rings exposed from under the leather armor; a string of small axes with wooden handles was hung on his waist, and two crossed two-handed swords were carried on his back. Strong fighter.

Standing beside him, the petite Daige was set off like a bean sprouts, her waist was not as thick as the opponent's arm; if she was not in this tavern, she would not dare to come up, for fear of being twisted by the opponent Break it up and eat it.

Still, the man was clearly polite.

He stretched out his big palm-like hand, grabbed the helmet and buckled it on the table beside him, revealing a bald head.

"Anything to drink or eat is fine, as long as it gets me through this cold night."

While talking, he took out the cloth bag on his waist, then stretched out his hand and threw a few gold coins into Daige's hand.

Although the perception of value may not be the same in every world, guests usually know how much a glass of wine or a meal is worth, and they will roughly pay for it.

Apparently, this guest didn't take a few gold coins seriously. It can be seen that in his world, gold coins are indeed not too expensive.

Daige returned to the bar with the money, and whispered to Boss Xue, "It looks like a young soldier in a fantasy movie."

——Because they are in this tavern that can be connected to every world, of course the two of them have movies to watch, and even Barbaria bought two sets of portable projection equipment with strong compatibility for the two of them, "It can Read all image data formats in the thousands of years of human civilization history".

Xue Li could only nod his head. He usually greets customers behind the bar, but he doesn't go to other worlds as often as the two girls, so he doesn't have any impression of "fantasy movies" in his head... Well, there are still some, Selene's world should count?

So he just responded: "To be precise, it's a medieval fantasy movie. Well, if the guest wants to talk about it sooner or later, let's not ask where he comes from."

As he spoke, he swept the gold coins into the money box, preparing to give this guest a strong drink.

Although there is no clear proportional relationship between the body's ability to handle alcohol and its height and weight, it is clear... the larger the body, the more blood in the body, that is, drinking the same amount of alcohol, the alcohol content in the blood of other people will be higher than yours Smaller people are lower.

Even if this is not the main factor affecting alcohol consumption, it must have something to do with it, right?

Leon, who was sitting in front of the bar, also noticed this man, but he came to a completely different conclusion from Xue Li.

Is it the kind of medieval enthusiast, maybe he just came back from some fan activity?However, this figure is really attractive, and the armor is also properly aged and scratched. It has the taste of a real walk from the battlefield. Even among all the fans he has seen, the level is extremely high. .

Thinking of this, he suddenly had the desire to record this scene, immediately put down his cup, took out the camera from the bag beside him, and snapped a photo of the strong man sitting at the table.

Unexpectedly, he forgot to turn off the flashlight. With the flash of white light, the man opposite immediately noticed it, stood up abruptly, and strode towards this side.

"Demon! What do you want to do to my soul!"

He roared angrily, and slapped the camera flying in Leon's hand, but when he wanted to do something to him, he stopped suddenly... The tavern does not allow guests to hurt each other.

"Devil? Soul? Dude, are you too into the drama?" Leon was not injured, but was quite frightened. He ran to the side and picked up his camera distressedly.

The show is over, the lens is broken into slag, and the camera has lost the meaning of existence.

In such a situation, it was Boss Xue's turn to come forward. He handed the wine he had just mixed to the stout bald man in front of him, and said helplessly: "Guests, didn't you both read what was written on the whiteboard? Yes, It's right above D's job-seeking message... This tavern can connect to many different worlds, and any actions you take must first be explained clearly and approved by the other party, otherwise it will be like this."

He first pulled Lyon over and told him, "Great artist, don't take pictures in the tavern without the consent of others."

"Yes, sorry..."

Xue Li nodded, and said to the other party: "This guest is also, it is a camera, it uses light and shadow to record the picture in front of it, it can be regarded as a more convenient oil painting at most, and it definitely does not involve the soul. You The most valuable asset on an innocent person was blown away with a slap... If I read correctly, it was a traditional camera, and film machines are not cheap now."

The soldier in front of him didn't immediately believe his nonsense, but checked himself.

After a while, he found to his embarrassment that what the owner of the bar said was true... There was no strange feeling in his soul, and neither did his body.

"Sorry, I've never seen such a thing before."

He reached into his bag and took a look, then grabbed a large handful of gold coins and stuffed them in front of Leon: "Are these enough to compensate for your 'camera'?"

Chapter 2 The Wind in Harrogath

On a snowy night, Dosten walked out of the tavern with a bottle of wine depressed.

He was so tall that if he didn't bend down a little, he would hit the door frame, and his body was wider than the door panel. One could imagine the fear that the little man felt in front of him just now.

In fact, Lyon is not a small man in any world... In his own city, his height and appearance can stand out from the crowd just by walking on the road.

Not with Dosten, though.

On the stone road covered with a thin layer of snow, Dosten walked back to his stone house in silence, picked up the package he had prepared earlier, put on a fur cloak, and took advantage of the warmth brought by the spirits. Without retreating, he took a step towards the gate of the city.

The men he met on the road were all about his height and build, and a few taller than him; they would often stop in front of him and ask him the same question: "Dorsten! What are you doing today?" Are you going south?"

These big brothers all watched him grow up since he was a child, and are now the backbone of the clan. Facing their questions, Dosten could only stop and answer solemnly:

"Yes, I have nothing to worry about after burying my mother, and I'm going today."

"Then go! Hahaha, you are too, your martial arts and battle cry are the strongest among young people, so be gentle with those southerners!"

At this time, the brothers would often answer with a smile, and then come over and squeeze his shoulder and pat him on the back.

But there are still some people, even Dosten, who has a good relationship with the tribe, hates it very much.

Right next to the heavy city gate, the white-haired elder who was in charge of patrolling the city defense today came down the stairs. When he saw him carrying the package, he looked disgusted and asked coldly: "What are you doing?" go?"

"I'm going south, Elder Nihlasek."

Dosten had to stand up and answer. The other party was one of the most powerful people in the clan, and no matter how much he hated him, he couldn't show it in person.

"If today's young people are like you and always want to run to warmer places, who will protect Harrogas? What should we do?"

Elder Nihlasek said in a cold tone.

He looked down on this kind of young people who didn't take their people seriously, as if only their own bravery and honor were the most important in these little devils' hearts.After living for so many years, he has already seen through this world... To live, only to live is the most important thing, no matter how heroic and noble the dead will be forgotten in the end.

But looking at this indifferent kid and the shriveled wallet around his waist, the elder still sighed.

It's not the first young man to leave Harrogath, and he certainly won't be the last.

Why do I have to do these annoying things?

He waved to the guard beside him, took out a money bag from his arms, and threw it to the guy opposite.

"Don't forget you're a Harrogath!"

After saying this, he waved his hands and walked up the stone road in a dispirited manner.

Dosten couldn't help but look back. The armor of the guards reflected the light of the roadside torches, and they went up the mountain road, passing the houses that were half exposed and half built in the mountain, and went up.

The whole of Harrogath is built on the hillside, connected by a serpentine road from the top to the bottom; next to the city gate, where Dosten stands now, is a square, and beyond is the field.

At this time of year, the whole of Harrogarth is white with frequent snowfall.But spring is coming soon... By then, except for the top of the mountain, the snow outside the city will melt into a big puddle of mud, making it difficult to even walk.

In a month's time, it would be planting time, when the Harrogans would come out of their homes to re-plow the land and sow the seeds.

I don't know where I will be when that time comes?

Dosten weighed the purse in his hand, and suddenly felt a bit of reluctance for his hometown.But as he said, he has nothing to worry about here.

The young man turned his head and walked out of the city gate that was about to close.

With this money, I think it will not be a problem to go to the south, and there is no need to work along the way...

Speaking of this, he remembered the strange tavern just now, and what the tavern owner told him while pulling him.

The boss said: "These you gave are enough to compensate the loss of another customer, but that's because gold is more valuable in the opposite world. Because you don't actually know what a camera is, and the action just now is completely instinctive, and no one can do it." What are you to blame... This matter is settled. If you don't have money to drink and eat, come back anytime, I invite you."

Dosten never thought that things like "gold" could have different values ​​in different worlds... But the big brothers who used to be mercenaries outside also said that although Harrogas also has Gold coins are used, but the price is much lower than that of Harrogas.Even for the same two-handed sword, the price in Lugoin is completely different from that in Kurast.

With that said, it should come as no surprise that the price of gold varies from world to world.

In the icy night wind, he lit the torch and walked east along the road.

He couldn't go directly south... because there was another channel south of Harrogath, which wouldn't freeze even in this season.He needs to go east first, get out of the area surrounded by mountains, and then take a boat from the seaside port to Entsting, and then go south along the Savoy Wasteland; or take an ocean line and enter Westmar Bay, Go straight to Tristram.

The cold wind at night, with snowflakes in it, cut him like a knife. Even with his physique, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but unscrew the bottle of spirits he just brought out from the tavern, and drank it again. After taking a sip, I felt a burst of flames ignited in my chest.

Beyond the firelight is the darkness that is too thick to dissolve. Most people would never choose to go out at this time, but as a Harrogath, Dosten, like his compatriots, has always been fearless.

He just tightened his cloak and continued to move forward in the increasingly heavy wind and snow.

I don't know how long it took, but the snow on the road was thick enough to bury half of his boots, and soon stepping on the snow turned into walking through the snow, and the speed of walking was greatly slowed down as a result.

But the more it is like this, the more you can't stop... Once you stop, your body temperature will drop rapidly, your blood flow will slow down, your limbs will lose strength, and you will finally fall down on the side of the road covered by ice and snow, becoming layers of dead bodies under the ice layer a member of

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If you are hungry, eat some jerky while walking. The slightly salty and chewy taste can refresh you quickly; if you are thirsty, take some with you and keep it liquid with your body temperature in a fur cloak of water.If it doesn't work, you can grab the snow and stuff it into your mouth, but you have to be careful not to eat poisonous things by mistake.

In the wilderness, a tall man holding a torch walked forward silently, leaving a deep imprint on the snow behind him.

In the true silence where no one was around, Dosten suddenly heard a roar so low that it almost disappeared in the wind.

As a warrior and a hunter, he immediately became vigilant, held up the torch with one hand, and took out from his waist with the other a thin-looking ax with a well-inlaid wooden handle and a cold light.

He took a deep breath, stopped walking, restrained his voice, and quickly turned his head to look around.

The wind and snow whistled through the mouth of the valley between the Arreat Mountains, and the echoes of the void rumbled across the land.But Dosten was familiar with the wind of his hometown, and soon discerned that there was another evil tone mixed in it, and it was getting closer.

He held his breath, weighed the ax in his hand, stood still in the wind and snow for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, twisted his back to his shoulders, his arms shook straight like a whip, and his hands The ax in Li flew out with a whirling motion, and sank into the darkness.

Almost as soon as the hand ax was thrown, there was a "poof" outside the firelight, and the deep roar stopped immediately, followed by the sound of a heavy body falling into the thick snow.

Dosten didn't hear any strange noises nearby, he breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath to calm his heart that was about to beat wildly, and walked towards the direction where the ax disappeared.

After walking a few steps, a gray-black human body lying on the snow was reflected in the light of the torch.