Hazlosa... This city is a commercial city of pastries. No one in the city is engaged in production; most of them work by selling things from one place to another.

Yes, it's the same for both merchants and pirates.

The only difference is the different procurement methods, which lead to different procurement costs and risks, and the varying diversity of sales locations... that's all.

To put it bluntly... merchants usually pass through Hazlosa, buy supplies, eat, drink, and have fun here; pirates usually come to Hazlosa to sell their loot, so the purchasing power here is very strong.

This also leads to the emergence of many service industries... whether it's pubs or hotels.

There are also music venues and other entertainment venues.

So naturally, this place is filled with lights, becoming a "city that never sleeps" that is quite rare to see in this world, and it can also serve as a way to reminisce about the world of the past.

Of course, it's forced nostalgia.

"..."

"Do you have anything to drink?"

As Yinla went downstairs, she asked the innkeeper who was wiping glasses. At that moment, the first floor of the inn, which served as a tavern, was still brightly lit, and many patrons were still drinking.

"Only alcohol."

The innkeeper, who had a fierce-looking face, answered. Although he looked menacing, his voice was very gentle... He seemed to be a pretty good person. You really can't judge a book by its cover.

"Thump..."

A corpse with a bloody hole in its head fell out from under the bar next to the boss and lay flat on the ground... The boss subtly kicked it inside, hiding the corpse again.

Hazlosa does indeed prohibit private duels and murder... but people still often do it secretly.

"Then, give it to me..."

As Yinla was speaking, before he could finish, a drunken patron began shouting, "Hahaha, a little brat? You should go home and drink your milk!"

Although his companion tried to pull the patron away, signaling him to stop talking, the man still finished speaking... Instantly, the tavern fell silent.

Everyone looked at Yinla, wondering how things would unfold.

Some glared at the man who had spoken rudely to Yinla, seemingly ready to fight... In this world, Yinla had his own followers, after all, the people Yinla sent weren't just confined to the Empire.

"Sorry, he's drunk... Get out!"

"What? It's just a..."

"..."

The man sitting at that table, along with his rude companion, scrambled out of the tavern. After running a short distance, he turned back to look at the tavern again, making sure no attacks were coming, while apologizing to Yinla from afar.

Yin La tilted his head, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Perhaps there are always people who like to judge a person's real age by their appearance, right? There will always be such people, it's not worth getting angry about."

The other patrons in the tavern, who were sitting on pins and needles, nodded in agreement.

"Give me a glass of mead."

As Yinla said this, she sat down in the seat where the two men had left, and almost immediately, five or six other drinkers shouted in unison, "This drink is on me!"

"I'll treat Lord Yinla to his share!"

"My treat..."

"..."

Yinla paid no attention to those who were overly solicitous, while the tavern owner looked at them disdainfully and said, "Of course, it's my humble establishment that will treat you! My mead! Even the dwarves rave about it!"

But dwarves prefer strong liquor—the likelihood of a dwarf praising mead is no greater than the probability of an elf praising a steak for being cooked too tender… Of course, it could also be interpreted as the owner exaggerating his self-praise.

This is one of the reasons why Yinla never intended to conceal his appearance from the beginning. The more chaotic the place, the more he needed to show his strength, so as to avoid a lot of trouble.

Of course, there are still some people who don't see the bigger picture.

"Here we go!"

The innkeeper called out and placed two glasses of cool, thick mead in front of Yinla. He looked at the inn, which had become lively again, with satisfaction, and felt that he would probably be able to soar to great heights by taking advantage of Yinla's fame.

Indeed, that is the case... The celebrity effect is fully reflected in the ruling officials, and in the case of former Chief Executive Ingra, it can be said to be somewhat fanatical.

"Two cups?"

"Here's a drink for you~"

"..."

Yinla didn't bother to say anything. He picked up the glass of wine and took a simple sip of the wine, which had a strong honey aroma... To be honest, it was sweet in an artificial way. Although it might suit the tastes of the imperial people, it was still a bit rough.

It doesn't taste as good as white wine.

"Gudu~ Gudu~ Gudu~"

"Gudu~ Gudu~ Gudu~"

After simply finishing the two glasses of mead, which had a very low alcohol content due to the limitations of the era and technology, Yinla gave a tentative positive review: "Not bad, better than what I've had in many Imperial taverns."

After saying that, Yinla ignored the tavern owner's ecstatic expression and left the tavern directly.

However, in Yinla's guess, the boss would soon change "The dwarves all said it was good" to "Everyone Yinla said it was good," after all... the latter sounded more credible, and since it really was good.

He still has some questions that need answering tonight...

...

Yinla strolled through the dark alley, deliberately avoiding the brightly lit streets. With each step he heard, he could sense, without even turning around, that the person he was waiting for had been drawn towards him.

Turning her head, Yinla saw five or six men blocking the alley entrance, looking rather ill-intentioned.

Do you recognize me?

This was the first thing Yinla said.

“They’ve been watching us ever since we docked, haven’t they? Now it seems they weren’t just lustful… Even if they were, it was lust for me, not for Sirina or the others.”

This was the second sentence Yinla said.

The men chuckled sinisterly, with the leader replying, "How could the real Yinla be so close to monsters? I heard that Yinla has to kill a lot of monsters every day before he can go to sleep."

"..."

"I might not be, so... what do you want?"

Yinla asked this question, his third, but he had already confirmed that the other party was not a big fish, or even someone seeking revenge, so he had no interest in saying a fourth.

I'm too lazy to kill them... I can just leave them to my childhood friend Larian.

"..."

"I'll kill you, then capture your companions and sell them as rare slaves!"

"They're dragon blood and succubi! For those kinds of items, whether they're intact or not doesn't really affect the price much, right?"

"Hehehehe!"

"Ha ha ha ha!

!

"..."

Seeing the men starting to fantasize, Yinla felt she might have to break her promise.

Perhaps, it's time to say a fourth sentence—

"First Wing Pillar - Crimson Dragon - Wingspan!"