Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 1247 - 808: Moved

"Gold... Gold pound?!"

Seeing the elf pull out a gold pound from his pocket, Old John’s eyes went wide.

But soon, he felt the tavern’s burning gazes upon him, causing his heart to skip a beat.

One gold pound... perhaps to a professional, it’s nothing, but for many apprentices or servants who haven’t stepped into the Black Iron Rank, and the majority of drunkards and idle people in the tavern, it’s a huge fortune.

Old John wasn’t like the bartender, backed by the tavern. Speaking of... the Black Walnut Tavern’s stability in the civilian district is inextricably linked with the gangs in the slum area. Forget one gold pound, even ten, and no one would dare to target the bartender.

But Old John was different; he was just a destitute freeman with no one to rely on.

If he were to actually take this gold pound, he had no doubt that once the elves left, he would become a target.

Such things happened far too often in the civilian district, to the point where not even the soldiers of the security teams would handle them.

No...

John would be grateful if those soldiers didn’t target him themselves.

At that thought, Old John reluctantly tore his gaze away from the gold coin and said with a bitter smile:

"Elf Lord, you’ve healed my wounds, and I’m already very grateful. I’m willing to take you near the mines, but there’s no need for a reward..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the Er Guotou the elves had ordered and swallowed:

"If... if you’d be willing, why not treat me to a glass of this liquor? I’ve been wanting to try it for ages, but I don’t know its taste."

Hearing Old John’s words, the elf warrior was slightly taken aback.

His gaze swept through the tavern, and many of those who were watching quickly looked away.

Seeing the flicker in their eyes, the elf warrior’s eyes flashed with understanding.

"Sorry, I understand now; I didn’t consider it thoroughly."

He nodded.

Then, he looked again at Old John, who was staring longingly at the Er Guotou in his hand and gave a dazzling smile, saying to the bartender:

"Another glass of white liquor."

"Alright, honorable Elf Lord."

Soon, amid envious gazes, the bartender handed Old John a glass of Er Guotou.

Staring at the clear liquor in the glass and smelling its unique aroma compared to wheat beer, Old John’s eyes widened.

By the True God above! Who would have thought Old John would one day taste a liquor only nobles could drink!

He cautiously took a sniff, briefly lost in rapture.

He felt as though he could smell the scent of gold pounds.

Treating the liquor in the glass as a treasure, Old John cautiously approached and took a slight sip.

The spicy liquor burned down his throat, stimulating him so much he couldn’t help but cough violently, causing the elf warrior beside him to laugh heartily:

"Hahaha, drink slowly, drink slowly, this liquor is from the Elf Forest and has a mighty kick."

"Cough, cough, cough... this taste is quite strange. So, nobles like drinking this? I’m not very used to it..."

Old John said, coughing with tears welling up.

He increasingly couldn’t understand the nobility, unsure why this liquor was so popular. Honestly, he felt that even the cheap wheat beer he drank was better!

"Hey, this is diluted with water. Without dilution, the original would have an even stronger kick."

The elf laughed.

"Wat... Watered down?"

Old John’s eyes widened.

He looked at the white liquor in his hand, hardly imagining how much more intense it would be unwatered...

Meanwhile, the bartender looked somewhat embarrassed:

"Ahem... Elf Lord, every tavern adds water to this liquor because the taste is too strong. But if you want... I can get you some undiluted, though the price might be several times higher..."

"No need, no need, I’m not used to Er Guotou either, Elf Flower Tea is better."

The elf warrior waved his hand indifferently.

After they finished drinking, the three elves left the tavern, with Old John in tow.

The weather today was quite nice, with the sun’s warmth on his body. Perhaps due to the liquor, Old John felt a bit dizzy.

This liquor... it indeed packs quite a punch.

He felt lightheaded walking, with a faint headache.

Until a beam of light enveloped him again, and Old John felt a cool power flowing through his body, making a circle within.

After that, the dizziness and the faint headache vanished entirely.

Not only that, but even the filth accumulated over several months without cleaning disappeared, and his messy hair was less tangled.

Feeling the changes in his body, Old John looked up in shock at the elves, seeing the beautiful female elf slowly lowering her magic wand.

"This is purification magic; it can awaken you from drunkenness and clean the body as well."

She explained with a smile.

The smile was so sweet that Old John felt astonished again.

"Thank you... thank you, beautiful Elf Lord."

He quickly expressed his gratitude.

Though he never had a habit of cleaning his body, this feeling of clarity was delightful.

"You can call me Dongdong, my name is Dongdong · Jifeng."

The elf girl said gently.

And the elf warrior pointed to himself proudly:

"Demacia, Demacia Blaze."

As for the black-haired elf druid, clearly the leader, he spoke kindly: