Sonia Island.
Glen Town, Wild Horse Bar.
Even as war broke out, this small town still maintained the peace of the old days.
Of course, that peace was only superficial.
The many Feysac supply ships and warships at the docks all indicated that the situation was extremely tense.
Yet the Wild Horse Bar was still open.
Similar establishments remained open as well.
Otherwise, people would have nowhere to release their pent-up emotions, and that might instead brew a catastrophe.
Only their operating hours had been restricted.
All bars had to close before ten at night.
Thus, at eight o'clock, a bar that would normally have barely had a few customers—
Was now packed to the brim.
Everyone wanted to relax properly before closing time.
Wearing a flat cap, Alger entered the bar and nearly got driven right back out by its smell.
The scent of food, the reek of alcohol, men's sweat, and women's perfume hung in the air.
They blended into a strange odor.
Most of the patrons were Feysac people. At the counter, they ordered hard liquor, ate smoked fish, and drank oily vegetable soup.
Their staple food was bread that had to be soaked in soup before it could be bitten through.
"Two slices of toast with red sausage, a bowl of thick vegetable soup, and a glass of Leraghi."
After squeezing his way to the counter, Alger tapped the wooden surface with practiced ease and stated his order.
"That'll be 4 Feysac silver. I'll waive the change," the bartender said with a smile.
Expressionlessly, Alger tossed over a 2-soli note, equivalent to 5 Feysac Silver and 5 Gobi.
"That's quite generous. Thanks for the tip." The bartender whistled and swiftly placed Alger's order on the counter.
Alger was just about to dig in.
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