These past few days, Jiang Yue and the others had planned to spend their nights at the tavern.
There was no other reason. With people from all sides constantly pouring into Titan City-state recently, the number of outsiders here had surged, nearly overwhelming Titan City-state's reception capacity. Many large restaurants and hotels were practically full.
Jiang Yue and the others' tavern was in a good location, affordable, and—rarely—several stories tall, with plenty of space. Originally aimed at lower- and middle-income customers, it had naturally become extremely popular.
It was not only the bottom-level adventurers and assorted underworld figures who liked to visit. Even some middle-class patrons felt the tavern offered excellent value for money.
After all, the cost of a private room here was not even enough to secure a seat in the lobby of some mid- to high-end hotels. What bought one carefully budgeted drinking session at a high-end hotel could get one the finest private room here for two or three lavish meals.
More importantly, the tavern's drinks were made from exclusive secret recipes. Though they lacked much fame, their outstanding taste and high value for money gave them tremendous appeal.
Thus, its reputation had continued to spread these past few days, making it somewhat like a popular celebrity establishment from the Sunny Era of the Surface World.
Faced with such an absurd flow of customers, Jiang Yue and the others naturally would not miss the opportunity. All these people were sources of news and intelligence.
Though the people coming and going here were all seemingly lower- and middle-class, the old proprietor had told him that some remarkable figures also came here in disguise. They simply never revealed their identities.
There was no other reason. It was solely because of the old proprietor's exclusive drinks, whose unique taste