Candle Dragon's little tavern was indeed not far from Shuhe Alley. After less than five minutes on foot, the wrought-iron sign with the hollowed-out word "Useless" came into Sun Hang's view.
"Useless? As in, no use?" Sun Hang read the sign aloud. "Why would they choose such a strange name?"
"According to the owner himself, it's his summary of the first half of his life," Candle Dragon said.
"Being able to own a tavern in a place like Chunming City, where every inch of land costs a fortune, hardly makes someone useless, does it?" Sun Hang remarked.
"I think so too." Candle Dragon nodded with a smile and pushed open the tavern door.
Though it was afternoon, there were still several customers inside, drinking and reading at the same time. Although this place was called a tavern, there were more books on the shelves than bottles on the liquor racks. More than a dozen bookcases connected to the ceiling divided the interior into several sections.
Near one corner stood a fairly large performance stage, upon which sat a complete drum set.
Hearing the door open, the patrons merely looked up once before lowering their heads and returning to their books... They seemed to be regulars here, already accustomed to Candle Dragon's out-of-season attire.
Candle Dragon seemed far less famous among ordinary people than Overlord. On the way here, no one had recognized him. The only reason passersby kept glancing at him was obvious—someone wearing winter clothes in early summer stood out rather sharply among people dressed in short sleeves or light jackets.
The three of them found seats by the window. Candle Dragon picked up the drink menu from the table and handed it to Sun Hang and the Puppet Master. "My treat. Order whatever you like."
"Uh... is this