The drinks ordered by the Mage were quickly served, cups of a white berry juice-like beverage emitting a strong aroma, and the impatient Warrior couldn't help but pick one up and take a big gulp.
"Cough, cough,"
The unexpected taste made even this strong Warrior choke, turning his usually stern face red.
At the surrounding tables, Dwarf adventurers burst into laughter.
"Those Dragonkin have monstrous bodies. Only a mighty Warrior like me dares to try this drink. You human woman, if you can't drink it, then don't, lest your companions have to carry you back later."
The Dwarf, much shorter than an average person but with well-developed limbs, stood up. His bulging muscles, under his short stature, made him look like a square block of muscle.
This Dwarf adventurer from the mountains looked at Lazi's team and provoked, "Human woman, if you really can't handle it, give that drink to me, Kalon. I can drink a whole cup in one go. That way, you won't have to force yourself to drink it in front of your companions."
The Warrior's face flushed. Although adventurers often encountered such problems during their journeys, sometimes it wasn't something they could just get used to.
He stood up, placed his hand behind the greatsword on his back, and said coldly, "Little Dwarf, do you want to spar with me, your elder? Come on, I'll let you taste my greatsword."
All the guests in the tavern looked over, even the Centaur and Kobold who had been muttering to themselves stared at the arguing parties with strange expressions.
Unexpectedly, the Dwarf Kargon, who had been so aggressive and provocative just now, stopped. The Dwarf shook his head, his braided beard swaying twice, and sighed, "I didn't expect this human boy to be so calm. It seems I won't be getting this drink."
All the patrons watching the conflict burst into laughter, and some familiar patrons joked, "Kargon, every time you see newcomers, you provoke them like this. Be careful, someone might ambush you outside of town someday. A cup of wine isn't worth it."
"Hehe, anyway, I won't fight them. If they suffer losses, it's only because they didn't pay attention to the town's rules." A hint of cunning appeared on the Dwarf's seemingly honest face.
Seeing the Dwarf's provocation fail, Hell stepped forward to explain to the bewildered Lazi and the others.
It turned out that ever since the Blue Dragon Dos sent his Dragonkin to regain control of this town, many mandatory regulations had been issued in the town.
One of them was that no private duels were allowed anywhere in the town. If a private duel occurred, the party who initiated the fight would bear full responsibility, and all their property would be confiscated.
Moreover, if a private duel occurred in places like taverns, the confiscated money would not only be used to compensate the owner for their losses but a portion would also be given to the guests affected by the duel.
The consequence of a private duel in a tavern was the confiscation of all property, and all patrons present would receive a large cup of wine as compensation.
Therefore, the beer-loving Dwarf Kargon would almost always proactively provoke adventurersnewly arrived in GoldSea Town from other places. Of course, these patrons, including the owner Ross and Hell, would not stop him.
Because this had already become an unwritten rule among the people here over time, a rather interesting little game for them, although not very friendly to newcomers.
However, newcomers who experienced this lesson often became particularly well-behaved and paid great attention to obeying the town's public order regulations. This was not far from the Blue Dragon Dos's original intention when setting the regulations.
After all,the Blue Dragon Dos prioritized the Dragon clan's interests. In the regulations he set, the humans in these towns not only had to completely obey the order set by the Dragon clan but also could not resist or provoke the Dragonkin.
Of course, the Blue Dragon Dos also intended to make these humans accustomed to the rules set by the True Dragon, so that it would be convenient for harvesting them in the future when needed.
Those who violated the regulations usually didn't need the Dragonkin to act; the residents of these towns would spontaneously arrest those who violated the regulations.
Because everyone gathered here for money and profit, no one wanted the stable profits to be broken by newcomers, leading to their own interests being harmed.
In a sense, the residents of these towns had gradually begun to become accomplices of the Dragon clan, even if these True Dragon's were the Chromatic Dragon with notorious reputations in the outside world.
After Lazi and the others heard Hell's explanation, a look of lingering fear appeared on their faces. Fortunately, these adventurers had developed a relatively cautious character after many adventures and did not act rashly, otherwise, it would have been terrible.
The adventurer party members exchanged glances, and the shapely Shadow Assassin spoke, "It seems it's better not to act rashly until we fully understand the rules of this place."
"Lest we offend the will of those True Dragon's. If we make a mistake, this place doesn't seem so easy to escape from."
The team members looked at the monsters who had resumed drinking as if nothing had happened, and all nodded.
"In that case, we'll rest here for a while, then split up to gather information, and meet back at the tavern entrance."
This was spoken by the team's leader, the Cleric.
The Mage, amidst the crowd, paid attention to observing the details of those coming and going, while also seeking the town's central area based on information obtained from other adventurers.
Generally, most announcements regarding regulations would be declared in the town center. He only needed to find the place to easily understand most of the rules of conduct for this place.
As for other unwritten rules, his companions would need to explore them, but with the stealthy Shadow Assassin present, he wasn't too worried.
Assassins are naturally suited for intelligence gathering; every excellent assassin should be an excellent intelligence master.
Those assassins who rely solely on their own abilities and act recklessly are generally like impetuous young Chromatic Dragon, becoming war trophies for others.
People came and went around him, and the Mage suddenly noticed a large group of monsters pushing their way through the crowded streets. They must be the True Dragon's kin, and the leading Centaur monster had distinct Dragonkin characteristics.
This Centaur was nearly four meters tall, covered in fine scarlet scales, and his bulging muscles seemed about to burst through the scales.
While the other Centaur Warrior were also tall, they appeared particularly slender in front of this Dragonborn Centaur, not to mention the smaller Kobold following behind.
The Mage felt that this Dragonborn Centaur's massive hooves could easily trample a KoboldWarrior to death with a normal step.
In the Mage's vision, this Dragonborn Centaur emitted strong power fluctuations. Perhaps his entire adventurer team would not be a match for this Centaur, a realization dawned on the Mage.
However, perhaps the humans here were already accustomed to the presence of these monsters, showing no fear, panic, or anger towards them, simply going about their usual business.
Some quick-witted adventurers, upon seeing the proclamation held in the Dragonkin Centaur's hand, also followed the movements of these Dragonkin.
The observant Mage also wanted to follow. He had already noticed the proclamation in the Centaur Warrior's hand. Perhaps this was a new will from the True Dragon's who ruled this land, and he needed to follow to understand it clearly.
But he suddenly felt a shadow approaching from the sky. The Mage looked up.
From the distant, tall jungle, a sky full of dark clouds rose—a sky full of birds.
The boisterous Kenku flapped their wings, leading the flock of birds. The giant eagles in the sky were the eyes of the flock, the fierce vultures were the wing bones of the flock, the cranes were the body of the flock, the bald eagles were the talons of the flock, and the myriad birds were the feathers of the flock.
A colossal True Dragon, its scales as beautiful as emeralds, spread its wide, forest-colored wings, breaking free from the jungle's embrace, ascending into the nine heavens, soaring above the flock of birds.
The flock of birds seemed like clouds beneath this True Dragon, constantly changing their movements with the True Dragon's actions, and like soldiers guarding an emperor, they flew up and down beneath the True Dragon.
The multicolored feathers of the myriad birds in the flock fluttered, as if draping a colorful, light feathered cloak beneath this Green Dragon.
The flock of birds followed this beautiful Green Dragon, sweeping over the forest, over the town, and flying towards the distant grasslands.
The Mage Lazi came back to his senses. He had already seen the Green Dragon from the kogmora Dragon clan. He wondered what kind of grandeur the Red Dragon, known as the 'King of Earth and Metal, Tyrant who controls Flames and Magma,' possessed.