Hu Xinzhu and Sha Xinyue drank from their cups without a care, while only Lin Qi turned back in surprise to glance at the man. Akaras was a dwarven city-state founded in the early Dark Age; the ale brewed there had been extremely famous across the Western Continent at the time. Xierna, meanwhile, had been a city-state renowned for agriculture during that era. They used malt in place of yeast to leaven dough, and the hard bread they baked had a distinctive flavor.
Those two city-states had existed for less than twenty years before being destroyed by outsiders, and the names of those two local specialties had been utterly swallowed by the river of history. If Lin Qi had not studied the history of the Western Continent's Dark Age under Elder Qing in the Black Abyss Divine Prison, he would not have known of these two rare things either.
The newly arrived guest muttered in a low voice, "None? Perhaps... indeed, too much time has passed. Of course. After all, mortals."
Shaking his head, the man sighed. "Then give me something to eat and drink. Bring me your best."
With a flick of his finger, a glint of gold shot out and landed steadily before the tavern owner. Lin Qi glanced at it. It was an ancient gold coin of astonishing size, two inches across. A sun was engraved on one side, a cluster of thorn flowers on the other. This was a gold coin minted by the large Sunthorn Tribe during the middle and late Era of Destruction, before the Dark Age.
Craftsmanship during the Era of Destruction had been crude and rugged, but the people of that time had been honest and simple. Thus, this single gold coin weighed nearly half a jin—around two hundred and fifty grams.