The two siblings were walking through the streets of the town, looking for the target of their destination. Tristan and La were feasting with their eyes, capturing and etching the fantasy-like sights into their minds...


    Momentster, they finally arrived at a small wooden structure with a stone base. Right above the entrance of the structure was a wooden que with words that Tristan understood as "Moric''s Tavern" on it. Hearing the hustle and bustle inside the structure, it was definitely the ce that Tristan was looking for.


    When they arrived, the sky was nearly covered by ck hue.


    "Wait here a second." Tristan said as he dashed away, leaving La standing in front of the tavern. A minuteter, he returned with something in his hand.


    "Here, cover yourself with this, La." Tristan said as he stretched out his hand to La, showing the thing he obtained. He gave her some kind of leather coat, which could cover most of La''s body.


    "Oh my gosh, Tris... Where did you get this piece of cloth? Did you… steal it? Are you an elf thief now?"


    "Nah, I am just… ''borrowing'' it. Something that I learn from my four years of extended education"


    La just nodded and grinned while quickly wear the coat to cover her clothes


    "Yuck! It''s so smelly. You really know how to treat a girl, Tris." Lamented with a clear tone of sarcasm while rolling her eyes.


    "Don''t worry. This is only temporary. I will ''borrow'' a better one for youter.."


    "I see. What adies man you are."


    Tristan deliberately ignored his sister''s words, as if he heard nothing at all and the words were stranded in the night sky.


    …


    The two of them immediately went inside the tavern. The moment they did so, they were quite surprised by the sight that greeted them, especially La. They never expected that the ce would be packed with people.


    There were at least three dozen wooden tables spread around the tavern, with most of them filled with people eating, drinking, or chatting. In short, those who were currently having their good time.


    At the corner of the room, Tristan noticed a young man singing a song, apanied by an unusual-looking music instrument.


    "So, if we are looking for information… I guess, the bartender?" La said, unsure with her guess.


    Tristan just shook his head at his sister''s answer, "No, that''s not it. Just follow me."


    Tristan knew that normally the best way to get information was from the bartender. However, with the situation he was in now, he couldn''t just ask around about things he didn''t know to begin with. If he did so, it would definitely arouse a lot of suspicions.


    Tristan chose one of thest few empty tables, which coincidentally located at the corner, and took a seat there.


    The moment her body hit the chair, La immediatelyunched another question, "So, what are we doing now?"


    Tristan nced at her, and smirked, "Watch and learn."


    Tristan studied his surroundings carefully, and focused on his enhanced hearing. He really did not know anything about this world. Hence, he chose to observe and listen to the chatting that took ce around him.


    With the help of the system in his head, Tristan could understand everything that the people around him were talking about. Some of them were talking about how tired they were after working all day, some of them were discussing which girl they managed to get in the town, while some of them were talking about their gains from their adventure today. All in all, it was apparent that humans really liked to brag, even those frompletely different worlds.


    Tristan also observed the food and the drinks on the tables around him, and noticed that they were not that much differentpared to what he could find on Earth. Scanning the entire room, he also spotted two young women that appeared to be the tavern''s waitress getting flirted with by a group of burly men several tables away.


    Tristan threw his gaze towards the front table, where he could see how people paid for their meals with a brown-colored coin. Guessing and referencing from the fantasy-like information he knew, it was probably a copper coin.


    All of sudden, Tristan''s ears picked up something that was extremely interesting. It was the word ''ounder''. The same word he heard the town guard saying his sister was.


    Focusing on his hearing more on the two men''s conversation, Tristan then heard about an ounder flying machine that was seen in the sky above the town a while ago.


    While listening attentively, one of the young women, a waitress, was approaching his and La''s table, and ced two sses of drinks and a te of food on the table.


    Startled, Tristan was about to say that he didn''t ask for this when the waitress beat him to it, "It''s on the house, sir elf." said the waitress with a smile.


    Instinctively, Tristan cast his gaze over to the front table, where the bartender was. A huge man with a bushy beard and sideburn on his face was raising his ss towards Tristan.


    "Well, maybe because I''m an elf, I actually don''t really need money here." Tristan thought to himself.


    Tristan nodded his head to the bartender, showing his thanks. He then shifted his attention to the food on the table, and proceeded to try them. The meal was quite good; a meat roll-like dish that was savory to the tongue and a brown drink that tasted like honey water.


    "Tris, it''s an alcoholic drink! I can definitely get used to this!" La said as she chugged the whole ss after she took a sip of the drink. The two siblings quickly finished the food as they were indeed quite starved.


    "So, what''s the n now, genius?" La asked as she wiped her oil-covered mouth.


    "The n is, you stay here and I will find money for us."


    "Wait, wait, wait.. Hold up. I can help you!" La said as she got up from her seat.


    "No. Finish your drink and sit back down. Sit nicely."


    La was grumbling, but she still followed Tristan''s words. Looking at his sister''s behaviour, Tristan unconsciously let out a smile.


    He then walked towards a certain table that was packed with people. There was a group of men betting on what appeared to be an arm wrestling match. It was sort of a challenge with coin as a reward.


    Tristan gave them a look for a while. It appeared to be a pretty simple change, and he was very confident he could easily win with his strength.


    Hence, when the opportunity arrived, Tristan immediately stepped forward and sat on the match chair.