Brian has guessed the ending of the Spider-turned Wizard.
But what can he do?
Not only could he not stop the tragedy, he could not even complete anything he had come here.
‘At present, I can only try to contact the chief wizard Hai Zhuofu, hoping to get a good harvest from him, otherwise, this path would probably not work.’ Brian thought to himself as he walked.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the location agreed with the gray dwarf merchant Tarakot - the famous hotel in the city of Gu Orence: Demon Fangs.
Brian stood on a spiral staircase, looking down at the hotel with a wide range of charm.
The stairs seemed to be a passage of time, leading him to this exotic underground world.
Inside the hotel, completely different from the dark environment outside, which is illuminated by magical flames and glowing moss, warm light flows out of the real lights and illuminates every corner.
The light was soft and warm, as if it had a kind of intoxicating magic, which made people unconsciously intoxicated it.
The customers here are completely different from the group of extremely alert faces that Brian saw outside.
They either sat around the table or stood in the corner, and everyone's face was filled with a relaxed and pleasant smile.
Dozens of tables were placed in a mess around the central high platform. On the platform, there was even a girl with fair skin as white as the moon dancing.
Her dancing posture was light and tempting, and every move seemed to tell an ancient story.
What surprised Brian was that her figure was similar to that of Dower women, but it was a bit more graceful and gentle.
There is no doubt that she is the "god" in the Zoer's people, that is, the so-called surface elves. It is hard to imagine how she survived in such an environment that hates surface elves.
The graceful figure and superb dancing posture of this female elf made every viewer fall in love with it.
On and off the stage, the lights and dancing shadows are intertwined, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
While savoring the wine, the guests admired the dance of the elf girl with greedy eyes.
In this mysterious and tempting environment, everyone's heart seems to be deeply touched and immersed in this wonderful night.
Brian also noticed that around the Elf Girl, several halfling musicians sat beside her, and the instruments in their hands played a passionate melody. The music was like a burning flame, warm and unrestrained, full of the magic of nature, echoing the elegant temperament of the Elf Girl.
In the shadows in the south corner, there was a group of guests who were not interested in the elf girls on the stage gathered together, and they devoted themselves to various gambling games.
The sound of the rolling dice, the rotation of the roulette, the sound of the darts slashing the air and the echo of the impact of the ball, merged into a tense and exciting symphony.
The surrounding environment is filled with various complex and rich smells and sounds.
The bar girls dressed in costumes similar to the elf girls on the stage, held trays filled with drinks, and shuttled lightly among the crowd.
The lights jumped on them, reflecting a brilliant light.
All of this reminds people of nightclubs on earth, full of vitality and passion.
"Hey, Mr. Brian, here! Here!"
The gray dwarf Taracott below noticed Brian on the platform, jumped and reached out and greeted him enthusiastically.
Brian smiled slightly, turned into an inconspicuous stream of light and appeared in front of the gray dwarf.
"I thought the sir was not here. If I didn't come, I might have missed many wonderful experiences." Taracott, the gray dwarf, told him enthusiastically.
The two walked and chatted, and inadvertently passed by the elf dancer.
Her graceful figure danced with music, like a goddess coming to the earth.
The elf girl is undoubtedly beautiful to Brian. Her face is like exquisite porcelain, her skin is like frost under the moonlight, and her eyes are shining with the light of stars.
However, to the gray dwarf, her beauty does not seem to be very attractive.
Taracott ignored the graceful dance of the elves. He took Brian straight through the crowd, and came to the bar counter, throwing out more than a dozen gold coins.
The crisp sound of gold coins colliding with each other, like wonderful music, instantly broke the tranquility, causing the originally dizzy bartender to wake up by the sudden sound, immediately jumped up from the stool, and greeted the two special guests with a refreshing spirit.
"Hey, isn't this old Taracott? What should I order this time? Is it still the old rule of Drow Spider Blood Wine?" The bartender greeted warmly.
Taracott smiled slightly and replied, "Oh, don't choose that today. Give me two glasses of demonic blood brewed by the Demacia family. Remember to be aged for a hundred years. I have to remind you that if I find a drop of water mixed in the wine, I will smash your head."
He warned half-jokingly.
The bartender laughed after hearing this, "Hey, don't worry, our devil fangs' wine is never mixed with water."
He took the gold coins and quickly ordered the halfling bartender to pick it up.
After a while, two cups of red demon blood were presented to the two of them.
The unique mellow fragrance instantly dispersed, intoxicating.
Brian picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The aroma of the drink spreads between his lips like a butterfly dancing, flowing along the tip of his tongue, sliding across his throat, and taking away the fatigue of the world.
At this moment, he felt as if he was floating above the clouds, as light as the wind and as warm as the sun.
Instead of deliberately suppressing the subtle feeling brought by the wine, he closed his eyes and let the force flow in his body.
In a slightly drunken trance, he seemed to have crossed the boundaries between reality and dreams and was in the bottomless abyss of chaos and violence.
The demons danced around him, every move and every look of their eyes was filled with primitive wildness and power.
Brian also felt that he had become one of them, dancing wildly with these abyss demons, feeling the chaos and vitality of the abyss together.
The effect of this wine is really unique, which makes Brian sigh at the magic of creation.
In this wonderful atmosphere, he seemed to see the true face of the Demon Blood - a mysterious drink that combines ancient magic and the power of the abyss, each drop contains endless energy and life.
It took a long time before Brian opened his eyes reluctantly.
He exhaled deeply and exclaimed: "This is indeed a first-class wine, which makes people seem to have really descended to the bottomless abyss and feel the true power of the demon blood."
Chapter completed!