After casting spells on the table full of food and confirming that there were no problems, Zuo Si began to eat with confidence.

It has to be said that as a coastal city close to the tropics, the seafood in Port Calin is definitely one of the best in the continent of Faerun.

Whether it is the oysters as big as an adult's palm, baked with mashed garlic, minced ginger and spices, or the soft and fresh mackerel, they all taste quite good.

Paired with the rich peppery lamb soup, anyone who has eaten it will be unable to help but give it a thumbs up.

And the food at "Happy Hour" hotels is generally generous in portion size.

The plate for the food is about thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide.

The food was piled densely on top to form a peak like a small hill.

The bowl is a typical large soup bowl.

I estimate that a bowl of rich broth and two large pieces of bread would make even a grown man feel 50% full.

The most important thing is that the price is not expensive.

Even a full plate of carefully fried and grilled oysters with spices only cost one silver coin.

In other words, almost half of the gold coin that Zuo Si threw to the innkeeper should be considered as an extra tip.

It is not difficult to see from the prices of food that the lives of ordinary people and those of spellcasters are like two completely different worlds.

For the former, a gold coin often means being able to feed and water himself and his family and live a worry-free life for a month.

But for the latter, the same gold coin can at best buy one or two parchment scrolls that can carry magical power, or a dozen empty bottles of potions.

Zuo Si was fascinated by the strong sense of tearing and the strange financial system.

He even has wild ideas occasionally.

Imagine those legendary spellcasters and dragons who have millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of gold coins in their hands, suddenly taking out all their money to buy some daily necessities, such as food, salt, and steel.

Then, by forcibly raising prices through monopoly, what terrible damage would be caused to the markets and trade of the countries and city-states of this world?

But unfortunately, this will never happen.

Because for dragons, collecting treasures is never for the purpose of spending them, but for satisfying their innate greed and collecting addiction.

Similarly, high-level or even legendary spellcasters would not be bored enough to do such a thing.

Most of their vast possessions are in the form of magic items, scrolls, gems, potions, oddities, books, spellcasting materials, etc.

"This world is very mysterious and wonderful. My body is only about ten years old, so there is no need to rush. There will be plenty of time to explore it bit by bit in the future."

Zuo Si muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

After the urge to explore the unknown and take risks in his heart subsided, he casually threw an empty oyster shell on the table.

Seeing that there was still four-fifths of the food and broth left on the table, the soldier quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head and asked in surprise: "Master, are you full already?"

"Yeah, about the same. Recently, one of my teeth has become loose and it looks like it will fall out soon, so my appetite is not very good."

Zuo Si sighed helplessly and subconsciously touched the left side of his cheek.

As we all know, humans replace their deciduous teeth with permanent teeth between the ages of six and twelve.

His body is in this stage right now.

And it will continue for the next one or two years until the last baby tooth falls out.

This is a rather torturous process.

Especially for a person with an adult soul.

Zuo Si simply couldn't imagine, if his front teeth fell out and he had a lisp when speaking, would it affect the chanting of the spell?

Or directly obtain a DBUFF that increases the chance of spell failure?

Just when the soldier wanted to say something, he suddenly noticed a group of dirty children wearing tattered clothes and squatting barefoot outside the hotel door.

They all stared at the leftover food and broth on the table with eyes full of desire, swallowing their saliva.

"Damn it! Who allowed you brats to get close to the inn? And you made such a disgusting expression to the distinguished guests! Get out! Get out now! Don't let us see you again!"

A waiter noticed the group of children and immediately put on a ferocious expression and waved the stick in his hand to drive them away.

Not only did no one in the store stand up to stop it, but instead acted as if they were there to watch the fun.

Some guys even shouted loudly, asking the waiters to beat them harder, preferably until blood bleeds.

Zuo Si subconsciously frowned at this blatant act of bullying the weak.

If he was in a situation like that in the floating city tower where he couldn't even protect himself, he would naturally not step out and meddle in other people's affairs.

But now that he has regained his freedom, the education he once received and the values ​​that he was forced to temporarily abandon are showing signs of recovery again.

The soldier was keenly aware of this and immediately asked in a low voice: "Do you need me to stop it?"

"Go ahead!"

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Si quickly nodded.

Without saying a word, the soldier stood up and walked towards the door, grabbing the employee who was about to hit someone.

The latter was originally planning to turn around and give this blind and nosy bastard a stick, but after seeing the other person's appearance, he immediately stopped all actions, forced out an awkward smile and asked: "Mr. Guard, why is it you?"

"The master doesn't want to see those poor children being beaten." The soldier answered bluntly.

"Is that what Lord Soth meant? He is truly a kind-hearted man. But you are outsiders and don't know the situation in Port Kalin. They are not ordinary children, but a group of abandoned people." The waiter explained patiently.

"Abandoned people?" The soldier showed a puzzled expression on his face.

Literally speaking, it should mean a person who is abandoned or forsaken.

But the problem is that Calimshan is a country that recognizes slaves as the private property of their masters.

How could they possibly abandon any human being who was able to work, even if they were just a group of children who had not grown up.

The waiter nodded seriously: "That's right! Abandoned people!

Although they look harmless, they are actually infected with lycanthropy.

Once provoked and loses his mind, or on a full moon night, he will immediately fall into a state of madness.

Anyone bitten and not treated promptly can also become infected.

The abandoned people can only hide in the sewers and pick up some leftovers to survive.

These underage creatures came up on their own, most likely because a fight had occurred in the sewer.

Their tribes or clans were attacked by other beastmen, and they had no choice but to run to the ground to find something to eat.

In Calin Port, no one would want to let a guy infected with lycanthropy get close to them.

Because you never know when they will suddenly go crazy and bite you hard.

The Thieves Guild does occasionally hire abandoned people, but they will never allow them to approach the neighborhoods they control, let alone spread lycanthropy within their sphere of influence."

After hearing these words, the soldier looked at the children again with a hint of caution.

Although he himself felt that even if these skinny little guys turned into beastly forms such as werewolves and ratmen, he could easily kill them with a dagger.

But Zuo Si's safety always comes first.

He didn't want any potential danger to get close to his master.

(End of this chapter)