The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 100 The Right of the First Night and the Dark Room

The release of the Twelve Trials seems to have nothing to do with Nika District.

People here are struggling to survive.

It doesn't matter to them who the next king is.

It's just that one master has been replaced by another master.

Perhaps the most notable change is in the many cheap taverns in the Nika District.

The mercenaries began to talk about the latest news about the Twelve Trials.

The news is both fresh and urgent.

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Nika District

Outside the Fifth Ring Road

[-]rd Street.

This is a forgotten old tavern hidden deep in the Nika district.

The wooden structure of the tavern has been weakened by the erosion of the years.

The sign above the door has been blurred,
Only a few letters of [Old John's Tavern] can be barely seen.

Enter the tavern.

The lights were dim, and the old tapestries on the walls had been stained by smoke.

The surfaces of the tables and chairs were worn and uneven, and the glass of the windows was covered with dust.

In the corner, a gray candle glowed faintly on a wooden tara.

Most of the guests in the tavern are wandering adventurers and mysterious magicians.

They either talked loudly or kept silent, with gloomy expressions.

There are some machetes and magic wands hanging on the walls of the tavern.

These are commodities.

They are usually contributed by travelers.

They tried their best to come to the capital,

Because of his lack of cash, he had to sell his weapons or armor.

Don't look at the facade, but the drinks in Old John's Tavern are unparalleled.

Wines and wines from various places are placed on the counter, making people linger.

The owner of Old John's Tavern is Old John.

He is a handsome old man with long flowing hair, tall figure and deep expression.

Although his appearance is over fifty years old, his mental state and physical state show a wonderful resilience.

No matter the time, this person is always behind the counter, holding an old book in his hand, quietly watching each guest.

The chef behind the bar is a middle-aged man.

He was simmering beef from a rice cooker, smelling delicious.

The taste of the dishes is so delicious that guests can't help but suck their fingers.

"One more cup of coconut wine!"

"Damn it, I really recited it today! I almost got caught by a little girl with a piece of bread."

"I'm going to kill the three-headed basilisk tomorrow. Which one of you wants to be king?"

"."

Without a few loud bragging voices in the tavern, it would be like Jerusalem losing Tifa.

As the Mercenary King said,
Sound and wine are the lifeblood of the mercenaries.

At Old John's Tavern, these loud braggarts keep to their routine, using their unique ways to get attention.

They tell amazing stories and legends, captivating audiences of other mercenaries and adventurers.

Sometimes, they also get interrupted or have altercations with other people.

That's when Old John comes in, and his deep voice calms the scene.

He would advise his guests to remain calm and reiterate that the tavern was a peaceful place and no violence would be tolerated.

At this time, all the guests would stop their work and listen to Old John's words quietly, as if there was a mysterious power behind his words.

"I heard that the fourth prince who left the capital a long time ago is ready to go to find the three sea monsters?"

"Doesn't he already have a territory? Does he still want to fight for the throne?"

"What do you know, His Majesty the King said that anyone who completes all the twelve trials can become a king!"

"You said, if we finish the trial, don't you?"

"Hahaha, why did Watson fall asleep in broad daylight?"

"Hmph, if I become king, I must restore the right of the first night, how comfortable it would be to lie on a different woman every day!"

"Come on, with your small body, it's more reliable to buy an old goat."

"I'm telling you, that big-ass chick on 78th Street, after sex."

It seems that if you continue to listen, you will only get some useless information.

Morey dropped a silver coin on the greasy wooden table, then got up and left.

The bartenders who passed by all bowed to him respectfully.

"Dang dong dong dong—"

The bell hanging at the entrance of the tavern bid farewell to the 70-year-old old mage.

After a week.

This magister, who had lived in seclusion after returning to the capital, left the Magic Academy for the first time.

No one knows that Mr. Morey, who usually likes to touch female students,

Why did you plunge into the [Tasar Library] as soon as you returned to the capital and couldn't get out.

And his behavior in the library is kind of weird too.

Morey observed the surroundings carefully, and after confirming that no one was there,

Picking up a book is a meal of quantum reading.

"Crash-"

pages flash by

Morley's eyes didn't move.

In less than 5 seconds, a book is read.

lay down,

Pick up another one.

Repeatedly.

In just one week, Morey read all the books on the first two floors of the Tassar Library.

To know.

The largest library in Karen, which has collected millions of magic books, miscellaneous biographies, novels, and epics, only has 7 floors.

[The ability of photographic memory is really useful.

- Ron]

If it wasn't for the arrival of the third prince's gift, he would probably still be immersed in the ocean of knowledge and unable to extricate himself.

Originally, the third prince planned to send the female slave as a reward for completing the task directly to Morey's home.

But due to the influence of the Twelve Trials, Morey had to pick it up himself.

Morey walked quietly on the streets of Nika District.

Different from the resplendent Opal area, you can feel the dampness in the air here.

The houses on both sides of the street are very old and some buildings look almost run down.

However, they all exude a quiet and mysterious air.

Runes from ancient times are carved into the walls of some buildings, reminiscent of the glorious past of arcane mages.

That was the era when Austrian law danced with the gods.

It's a pity that most of the arcana have become the dust of history and disappeared in the Karen plane.

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Today, Morey came out with the mission issued by Ron.

Inquiring about news in the tavern was just because of the way.

after an hour.

Morey walked through a dilapidated street and turned into a dark alley.

"No. 43, Street 69, Nika District."

Thinking back to the address given by the third prince.

Morey compared them one by one in the alley.

Finally, he came to an inconspicuous house with closed doors and windows.

"It's here."

"dong dong"

"Boom boom boom!"

He quickly knocked on the wooden door twice, then knocked heavily on the door three times, and then stood at the door and waited quietly.

1 minute later.

"coming."

The heavy door was pushed open with a 'squeak'.

The figure behind the door turned around, and with a turn of the white robe, he saw a young man in plain clothes standing behind the door.

With a smirk of a professional businessman on his face, he looked friendly and cautious.

"Welcome, I'm Bond, are you Lord Morey?"

Morey nodded, and Bond then turned sideways to motion him in.

"boom!"

After Morey entered, the wooden door was tightly closed, and a ray of magical light flashed.

The space inside the door is surprisingly wide.

It can be seen that several strong men are moving several large wooden boxes in the yard to a separate room.

Morey followed Bond into the middle room.

The house is very spacious.

The floor was paved with dark brown stone slabs, and a bright silver lamp hung on the wall.

One wall is lined with dilapidated bookshelves filled with books and family photos and children's drawings.

Although the house is a bit old, everything has been organized and tidy by the owner.

The gray floor tiles and white walls are as clean as if they have just been painted, and the windows have been polished so that it looks particularly bright even in this slum area.

Bond entertained Morey into the living room, and then said with a flattering smile:
"Please sit down, and I hope Lord Murray will forgive me."

"Because this batch of goods arrived in a hurry, many 'birds' haven't been trained yet."

"You also know, the King of Opal District."

"Don't move around, I need to pack up and be right back."

Morey nodded, allowing him to leave to prepare.

Bond bowed respectfully and stepped back.

Going out and turning left, a few fat people outside came over.

Bond winked.

A few people understood, and pushed open the iron door behind them.

The room was empty except for a thick wooden board.

Several people stood in fixed positions.

"Squeak-"

The four of them worked together to pull away the two-meter-long square plank, revealing a dark tunnel entrance.

"Take it easy."

As the four entered the tunnel one after another,

The plank that had been moved to the side unexpectedly floated up automatically, covering the hole.

"Boom, boom, boom"

It was as if the sound of the heart came from the ground, and then calm was restored.

(End of this chapter)