Han Xing headed straight for the tower, the core area of the castle.
He climbed the stairs step by step.
All the way up on the third floor of the tower was a room of about twenty square meters.
The room was small, but the view was excellent.
More importantly, there was an extended structure outside the room, like a small balcony.
Standing on the balcony, he could not only overlook the entire territory's layout but also see much farther away.
"Sleeping here would definitely be comfortable!"
With that thought, he immediately decided to make this his bedroom.
After arranging the bed, table, chairs, and other furniture, the place finally had a bit of a homely feel.
Han Xing clapped his hands, extremely satisfied with the bedroom.
After tidying everything up, he walked to the bedroom's small balcony, moved over a chair, sat down, and admired the night sky.
From this height, even the six-meter-tall elite puppets seemed to be beneath his feet.
Han Xing looked up.
At that moment, the Bright Moon hung high in the night sky, with clouds seeming to circle around it.
"With scenery like this, it'd be perfect if I had some beer and grilled skewers too," Han Xing thought.
"Wait, good wine? I've got some!"
Han Xing suddenly remembered the jar of fine wine he had found in the cellar beneath that Lost Palace.
The wine was called Black Vine Wine, one of the Dwarven Race's favorite brews.
According to the system's description, the jar had been aged for more than seven hundred years.
Even among Dwarf Nobles, it was no easy matter to drink Black Vine Wine of such vintage.
Excitedly, Han Xing took out the aged wine.
The wine jar weighed several hundred pounds, yet he easily held it in his arms