Midsummer Day was no exaggeration to call a continent-wide revelry for the people of Aifala Continent.
And for adventurers, who spent their lives walking a tightrope—earning plenty, yet never knowing if they would see tomorrow—
There was naturally no way they would miss such an important annual festival.
White Tit Tavern.
Unlike the solemn dignity of Central Plaza, this place of leisure, already filled with alcohol and music, was especially clamorous today.
The once-spacious hall was almost completely packed with adventurers. Waitresses carrying plates and drinks hurried between the tables, sweat nearly soaking through the apron uniforms they wore.
The tavern owner had a sharp mind for marketing.
Occupying a prime location near the Adventurers Association, with business already booming, he had also arranged a special celebration for Midsummer Festival.
"White Tit Drinking Contest."
A large mug of liquor mixed with special spices—if a challenger could drink it down in one go, they would be rewarded with an entire night on the house;
if they failed, they would have to pay the bill for the special liquor, as high as "1 silver coin."
To be honest, one silver coin was not a particularly expensive cost for the vast majority of adventurers.
After all, it was only about the price of spending one night at an inn.
By comparison, the temptation of the free tab was actually greater.
As soon as the news spread, nearly half the adventurers in the small town rushed over at the rumor, shoving their way into the tavern—then were defeated one after another.
The special spices mixed into the liquor seemed to possess some kind of intense irritation.
After a few mouthfuls, the smell—more pungent than even the Sichuan peppercorns produced in Grim's region—would make you unable to stop yourself from spitting out the liquor in