The front courtyard of the inn is the tavern, the Moon Shadow Tavern.
In this era, taverns in any realm are centers for information exchange.
You don't even need to deliberately eavesdrop; just order a drink, sit quietly in the corner, and the drunken revelers will loudly fill your ears with news.
Of course, you need to learn to discern.
At the very least, you have to filter out the part where the drunkards are boasting.
At this moment, Luo De ordered a cheap ale, the amber liquid swaying in the wooden cup, exuding the rich fragrance of malt.
He leaned on the liquor-soaked wooden bar corner, listening intently to the scattered conversations and Gang Le's snoring.
What these people talked about the most was the war between Count Hawk and Viscount Bai Lu.
Count Hawk was at a disadvantage.
It's worth mentioning that the rank of nobility does not completely equate to strength.
