The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Avisa Plane

Dragon City

Dragon Tavern
This is a quiet little shop located in the center of Longjing City.

Unlike other taverns, the Dragon Tavern is a shop that few people visit.

So the common elements in the pub

For example: [Mercenaries], [Beer], [Parental Greetings], none of them are here.

You won't see rowdy mercenaries, drunken patrons, or hear conversations filled with cursing and vulgar language here.

Tranquility is the theme here.

When you walk into the store, what hits you is not the aroma of wine, but a special fragrance emitted by the white oak tables and chairs.

The fragrance is not pungent. On the contrary, it brings a feeling of tranquility, as if one is in a paradise far away from the world.

The layout of the pub is also very exquisite.

The island-style bar is located in the center of the pub, like a pearl, attracting the attention of everyone entering the pub.

on the bar.

Various kinds of wines of different colors were placed on suspended wine racks made of mithril, as tempting as candies hidden in glass jars.

The clear wine seemed to have a scent even through the cork.

And below these bottles of colorful liquor, stood a bar waiter dressed in white.

The waiter's name was Jason. He was patiently using pearl gauze to wipe the already spotless crystal glass in his hand until it became even more shiny.

He has repeated this action countless times, but he is meticulous every time, as if this is the meaning of his life.

But if you think this job is easy, you are wrong.

After all, his salary came from platinum coins personally delivered by the Bishop of the Temple of Bahamut.

Not everyone can rightfully receive this honor bestowed by the Platinum Dragon God himself.

"Dingling bell~~"

Just as Jason was concentrating on the crystal glass in his hand, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Two figures in black robes, one tall and one short, pushed the door open and entered.

The hoods obscured their faces, but through the skin vaguely exposed at the wrists, it could be seen that they were a dark-skinned strong man and a handsome young man.

These were Ron and Alan, the two dragons who were looking for a place to have a drink after a fight.

As for the outcome of the battle?
All I can say is that for a dragon god, there is actually no difference between life and death.

This was the feeling that Ron expressed from the bottom of his heart after seeing Alan, who was turned into ashes by the red light, re-condense a new body in just one second.

"God is so hard to kill!"

The waiter Jason raised his head and glanced at the two guests with a calm look.

He then turned his attention back to the crystal glass in his hand and continued with his daily tasks.

Not greeting someone is not rude; it is a basic practice to prevent misunderstandings.

After all, every dragon has a different personality.

Even if their alignment is the same, dragons with different personalities will have different preferences.

Jason's years of work experience told him that when facing two unfamiliar dragons, he must not rashly say hello, because this would likely make the other party feel uncomfortable and even cause disputes.

In the world of dragons, behind every seemingly strange rule, there is often a past of blood and tears.

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Just like the name, this is a tavern that specializes in serving dragons.

When you sit quietly beside the white oak tables and chairs, feeling the tranquility and peace, there may be a giant dragon sitting there in human form, sipping a glass of special dragon wine, or whispering with its fellows.

From time to time, you can hear them talking about thrilling adventures, ancient legends and profound magic.

But in Ron's eyes
Rather than being a pub, this place is more like a small-scale place like a coffee shop or a quiet bar in the previous life.

[I didn’t enjoy the things when I was a human, but I did experience them when I was a dragon]

Thinking about his previous life, Ron couldn't help but complain about himself in his heart.

Following Alan into the Dragon Tavern, Ron looked around and then said thoughtfully:

"The style here is quite different from the dragon taverns I've seen in other prime material planes."

This place was very different from the Dragon Tavern he had entered in Karen.

If it weren't for the same name, Ron wouldn't even recognize that this was some super-giant dragon-running chain organization spanning the stars.

Alan smiled slightly when he heard this, and did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he took Ron to a seat by the window as he was familiar with the place.

He tapped the table twice with his index finger, then spoke:

"The situation in each prime material plane is different. The 'people' who run the taverns are all different, and the taverns are no exception."

When Ron heard it, he immediately grasped the hidden message.

"people"?
There is something in this.

But before Ron could speak, the waiter who came after hearing the knocking sound had already arrived beside the two dragons.

"Welcome, dear guest, how can I help you?"

Jason held the silver tray in his left hand, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed slightly, and his voice, filled with ancient dragon accents, was crisp and polite.

Even the most discerning dragon could not find any flaws in his etiquette when talking to Ron and the other dragon.

Alan took off his hood, revealing a handsome but weathered brown face.

He raised his hand, without asking Ron what he wanted to drink, and said casually:
"First, let's have two cups of [Silver Moon] to rinse our mouths. I haven't been here for hundreds of years. Has Solom developed anything new?"

"Of course, in order to welcome the celebration, the host has specially prepared new drinks for you, Your Majesties." Jason saluted again, then gently raised the silver tray in his left hand in the air.

Along with a slight spatial fluctuation, two cups of moon-white liquid emitting a faint chill appeared on the tray.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ron's eyes as he stared at the two cups of [Silver Moon]. The greedy instinct from the dragon clan instantly analyzed that they contained dozens of rare substances from high-level magical beasts.

"It seems that this shop owner named Solom is not a simple person." He thought to himself.

Being able to mix such high-quality drinks at will, which also bears traces of space fluctuations, is something that no ordinary being can do.

Alan took a glass of [Silver Moon], handed one to Ron, and said with a smile:

"Solome is a genius. He always surprises me every time he comes. Try it. This is brewed with the Silver Moon Flower, a specialty of Dragon Realm City. It is definitely the best you have never tasted before."

Ron took the cup and took a sip.

He suddenly felt a cool liquid sliding down his mouth, mixed with a hint of icy feeling, instantly spreading throughout his body, making him feel unprecedented comfort and relaxation.

"Yes, it really lives up to its reputation."

Ron nodded approvingly.

After serving both glasses of wine, the polite waiter did not leave, but instead stretched out his hand again and gently made a pulling motion in the air.

There was no sign of magic power leaking out, so he pulled out two silver plates about the size of A4 paper from the air. They were made of unknown material and placed them next to the two people:
"This is the new menu. If there is a drink you are interested in, please click on its name."

Ron put down his wine glass and curiously stretched out his index finger to tap the silver plate.

In an instant, the magic circle inside the board was triggered and activated.

Cups of illusory wine were projected in front of Ron. The bottles were crystal clear and the liquids were of different colors, as if every drop contained infinite magic.

There is also a string of their names written in Dragon Script below.

[Star Brew], [Dragon Breath Flame], [Tears of the Netherworld], [Wisdom of the Storm], [Eternal Spring].
Ron looked through the names carefully. Each wine seemed to have a magical power that attracted him to taste it:

Seeing that Ron was interested in the new projected product, Allen chuckled and said:
"Which one do you like? Don't be in a hurry to order. These are carefully selected. Each one has a unique effect. If you don't suppress the purification effect of the divine body, you may not be able to drink three cups."

“Why is there no price?”

Ron glanced around and didn't see any price information for drinks, so he asked in confusion.

Allen laughed loudly when he heard this:
"Price? Hahaha, I can't believe you still care about that kind of thing."

Ron was stunned, then looked at the waiter beside him.

Jason immediately answered:
"It is a great honor for the Dragon Tavern to have two Dragon Gods patronize it. How can we possibly charge Your Majesties for this?"

"in addition."

Jason paused, glanced at the two dragons' reactions, and then continued:

"His Majesty Bahamut once said that all the consumption expenses of the Dragon Gods who visited the store will be paid by the Platinum Temple. Please feel free to drink."

After hearing this explanation, Ron showed a relieved smile on his face.

He nodded and said to Jason:

"I see. You're welcome then."

Alan patted Ron on the shoulder and laughed:
“Here, you just need to relax and enjoy yourself, and don’t worry about anything else.”

Ron turned his gaze back again and carefully browsed the projected menu. Finally, he pointed to [Star Brew]:
"I have an indescribable curiosity about the stars. Why not try this?"

Alan nodded in agreement: "Then I do the same."

They tapped the name of [Star Brew] below.

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The originally illusory projection changed immediately, and two glasses of wine shining with faint starlight turned into reality and appeared silently on the table, as if they were gifts directly sent from the stars.

On the side, Jason, who was tearing off the empty wine glass, smiled and explained to the two dragons:

"Your choice is excellent, and the Star Brew is a highlight of this celebration. I hope you enjoy it."

As the two raised their wine glasses, it seemed as if countless tiny starlight were flowing in the wine, emitting a faint glow.

Ron and Alan looked at each other, clinked their glasses lightly, and then drank them all in one gulp.

At that moment, Ron felt a strange power spreading from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, as if the whole world had become wider and brighter.

“It really lives up to its reputation.”

Ron smacked his lips and said with some emotion.

The quality of the wine here is even better than the fine wines prepared by the moon elf Tyrande.

However, considering that he was only forced to work part-time while looking for his granddaughter, and is not serving in the Dragon Tavern full-time for a long time, this gap is understandable.

There is a saying: Don't use your hobby to challenge other people's careers.

After all, one is driven by interest and the other is a skill required for survival. There is a world of difference between the two.

Seeing Ron praising the wine, Alan said with a smile:

“Every glass of wine here has its own story and magic, and this experience is exactly what we are constantly fighting for.”

"If we just fight for the sake of fighting, what's the point?"

Ron nodded, thoughtfully.

"Speaking of fighting"

Putting down the crystal glass with not a drop left, Ron looked at the Brass Dragon God Allen who was tasting the wine and asked curiously:

"What happened to the injuries you suffered before coming to Dragon Realm City?"

Alan waved his hand, drank the wine, wiped his mouth and said casually:
"Nothing, I just killed a blue dragon that just became a god."

"."(End of this chapter)