"Give your youth to the drinks table; drink yourself into a drunken dream!"
Kalimdor Continent, Suramar City, snack street food stalls.
This place had practically become His Majesty the Eternal Night God-Emperor's designated official restaurant. The roadside stall owner was so delighted he could have rolled around on the ground laughing. This easygoing elf brother had truly gotten lucky. Eternal life was just too boring, so he had opened a low-cost barbecue joint out of sheer boredom—and now it had actually become popular.
The elf brother said that although he had no money before, he had freedom. Now he had money, but no freedom. Every day, he had to stay in Suramar with the Highborne, and he had not returned to his hometown of Teldrassil in ages.
Well, this snack street had now become a distinctive tourist attraction. Any foreign visitor coming to the Night Empire for the first time, whether a powerful noble or an ordinary citizen, would come here, sit by the roadside without a shred of decorum or grace, and eat and drink to their heart's content.
No one thought it was beneath them or hurt their status. No matter how awesome you were, could you compare to the Titan God-Emperor?
Even Titans often came here to eat and drink, so even if this food stall had been built beside a public toilet, it would still be a high-end establishment. That was celebrity influence. What could you say?
Late at night, the sea breeze from the Endless Sea drifted by. The last batch of ordinary customers was preparing to settle their bills and leave. These Horde brothers from a trading caravan were drunk out of their minds. One Tauren brother insisted on lying down and claiming he was a cow. It was incredibly awkward, while the Orc