As night fell, under the virtual stars, along the dimly lit streets, a gentle breeze rustled through the forest leaves, casting a swaying shadow of trees.
Xu Xiaoyou arrived at the small tavern, didn't stop, and walked inside.
The tavern tonight was quite deserted, hardly any figures in sight, as people were preparing for the evening banquet. A small TV, placed unknowingly when, was broadcasting today's news, with a melodious violin tune adding a touch of beauty to the atmosphere.
The scent of fermented malt and aged oak barrels wafted through the aisles, as the drunken patrons at the bar boasted about their heroic deeds in the battle. A girl in a service dress with a delicate face walked past Xu Xiaoyou, carrying steaming apple pies, while the tavern owner's NPC cast an appreciative glance her way without any particular intention.
Xu Xiaoyou went to a table in the corner, facing the girl, sat down naturally, picked up the menu, and ordered several desserts.
