The Deep Blue Chant was the only bar in the district of Faust open to outsiders.
So by evening, even before the usual drinking hours, the place was already packed.
When Sifa and Levtor walked in, they nearly turned around and left. People crowded the place, and tables filled almost every inch of the aisles, yet plenty of patrons were still standing just to have a beer.
At Sifa's instruction, Levtor walked over to a table near the window and slapped down three gold coins. "If you're willing to give up this table, these are yours."
These were Loen gold pounds. Although they might not be accepted here, they were genuine gold. The three men in black robes occupying the table immediately took one gold pound each and disappeared from Levtor's sight.
Only then could Sifa sit down and have a waiter bring them food and drinks.
While waiting for the food, he heard someone say, "Have you heard? The Admiral of Stars seems to have come to Faust."
"No way. What would a pirate admiral be doing here? Visiting the Emerald Garden?"
A burst of laughter followed.
"I don't know whether the news is true, but I do know there are noticeably more Feysac guards in Faust today."
"That's only natural. We're talking about a pirate admiral, after all. The Feysac authorities really ought to be cautious."
Listening to their conversation, Sifa knew that Cattleya had already sent out word and drawn the initial attention of the Feysac authorities.
The food soon arrived.
Looking at the animal offal mixed with various spices on his plate, Sifa's mouth twitched slightly. He knew this was food the elves liked, but he had found it strange ever since he first heard about it. Why would elves make maoxuewang?
Now, seeing it for