Chapitre 736: Primordial Titans

Archer scrutinized the large bartender standing before him with a look of confusion across his old face, but it soon changed when his eyes widened in shock. He quickly shushed the man, ''I'm here for a quiet drink,'' he said. ''What do you recommend?''

The bartender chuckled knowingly before nodding, his eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the situation, ''I suggest the White Dragon Rum. Queen Aisha's uncle produces it.''

''Good,'' he replied. ''Bring me some, please.''

He watched the man smile before quickly rushing off to prepare the drink, allowing Archer to people-watch as the patrons filled every nook and cranny. The air was thick with the smell of all kinds of ale and hearty foods.

The inn's wooden beams echoed with laughter and music. All the tables were packed with dragonkin, humans, elves, and demi-humans. Archer was pleased to see this, as people had money to spend, which meant the kingdom was doing well.