I Opened an Inn Next to a Dragon’s Lair - Chapter 152



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Episode 152

The peaceful open space in broad daylight, where only the chirping of birds should be heard, suddenly became noisy. Eugene, who was rolling around in the house and playing with his hands, opened the window and peeked out at the sudden loud noise.

“Eugene! Eugene!”

When I looked around, it was Karnius. He was running towards the house. He had an extremely excited look on his face. Eugene put down the pig for a moment and opened the door.

“What’s going on that makes you run out of breath like this?”

“This body has brought tremendous news! Hoohoohoo!”

“Great news?”

“Yes! First, invite me to your house. Let’s go in and talk. Let’s have a cup of coffee.”

“okay.”

What about the invitation? I’ve already come in. Well, it doesn’t really matter.

In fact, now, Carnius has reached the point where he visits Eugene’s house as if it were his own. He even comes by without notice, drinks a cup of coffee, and then quickly leaves.

Well, I didn’t feel bad. In the first place, Eugene would suddenly visit Carnius’s Lair without notice.

“This mixed coffee, I came here just to drink this.”

“Hey. Drink one or two. How many are you drinking?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Originally, mixed coffee was supposed to be enjoyed by drinking ten at a time. That’s what I mean.”

Karnius poured a large mug of mixed coffee. Ten of them, each individually! Karnius then poured water and stirred it as he was accustomed to.

This is crazy. There’s more coffee than water. It’s so strong, it looks so thick. Ugh. If you eat like that, won’t you have trouble sleeping? Or maybe you’ll get diabetes. That’s a lump of sugar.

But Carnius was a dragon, so it didn’t matter. Even if he drank a hundred cups of mixed coffee at once, it was clear that he wouldn’t be affected by caffeine at all.

“That’s not something you can have indefinitely. If you drink it like that, you’ll get sick quickly.”

“I see? That’s a shame.”

There’s still a lot left. Since Eugene likes mixed coffee quite a bit, I’ve stocked up quite a bit. There are hundreds of boxes left in the Infinite Treasury. And by type. White Gold, Mild, Black, etc.

There is still plenty, but I give one to each guest and also distribute it to my neighbors, so it disappears faster than I thought.

‘I wish I could make this… … .’

Unfortunately, Eugene doesn’t have the talent to make mixed coffee. Well, maybe he could try to make something similar.

Coffee beans are available on the continent of Carnis, so all you need to do is mix the cream and sugar together well. Even if you don’t have cream, it’s not like you can’t make it, and you can roughly substitute it with milk.

I sipped my coffee, thinking that I would try making mixed coffee someday. Wow, it was sweet.

“So, what’s the big news?”

“That’s right. My mother was so happy to receive this body as a gift!”

“Oh, really? That’s good.”

“Right. Hehehe.”

It was somewhat disappointing news. But it was okay since Carnius was so proud.

“Eugene, when I did as you said, he really seemed to like it. It’s all thanks to you.”

“Right? What did I tell you? I told you you’d like it.”

The method Eugene suggested to Carnius was to cook for him.

I thought that if I gave them a gift and cooked for them, they would like it, and I’m glad that it went down well.

So I gave them a few recipes. World Tree Berry Pie, World Tree Berry Flower Chai, World Tree Berry Ade, etc. So there were about three or four recipes.

“So, did you cook it just like I told you?”

“Yes. My mother especially likes the World Tree Fruit Salad among all the dishes I make.”

“That tastes good.”

This isn’t just a rough explanation. Eugene also tried it and told me. The fruit of the World Tree is so sweet and juicy that no matter how you eat it, it’s delicious.

“And you also liked the World Tree Fruit Pie.”

“That tastes good too.”

It’s inspired by apple pie, but it’s even tastier than apple pie. It’s addictive, you could say.

“To be honest, cooking isn’t really my thing, but it still makes me feel good. I plan on making it for my mom every once in a while when I visit her house.”

“Okay, do that.”

Eugene felt proud.

Wow, I made a filial son out of a fool!

* * *

Humans often think that dragons’ lives are truly leisurely and carefree.

This is true, but if the dragons knew the thoughts of such humans, they would not be able to help but lament.

What do you mean by leisurely and leisurely? How busy is it to live as a dragon?

There is so much to do that one day is not enough.

You have to sleep a lot, roll around a lot, have hobbies in between, and sometimes, when you forget, practice. What a busy life!

Carnius’ mother, the red dragon Sernia, also had this thought.

A truly busy schedule with no time to rest!

Today, Sernia went out again to fulfill her busy schedule.

Her destination is her friend’s house. Her purpose is to chat.

Chatting. That’s one of the most important core schedules. Any mother with a son or daughter would think so. Even Dragon was no exception.

When she arrived at her friend’s house, her friends were already there. She greeted them warmly.

“Sernia, come in.”

“Everyone is here?”

“Yeah. By the way, do you want to see this? I decorated it with rare materials. What do you think?”

“It’s pretty. How did you decorate it this time?”

“Oh, this? The palace of the Murcia Empire was really pretty. So I asked the emperor there for help. To make it exactly the same. Is that really okay?”

“huh.”

In fact, the language of dragons is different from that of humans. It is said to be a request for cooperation, but it should be interpreted as a threat. Dragons do not think so.

It was obvious how terrified the emperor of the Murcia Empire must have been when he was threatened by a dragon to immediately summon the architects who had designed this palace.

This is usually how the chatter at Dragon Clubs goes. It’s a kind of bragging contest, where everyone brags about how much more awesome, cool, rare, and shiny stuff they’ve gotten.

“What about you? How are you doing these days?”

“Me? Me, well, I’m always the same. Nothing special.”

“Oh, really? That must be boring.”

“What can I do? Yongsaeng is always the same.”

“That’s true.”

While various conversations were going on, Sernia was quietly listening to her friends.

Was she left with nothing to say? No, she was just waiting for her chance. A chance to strike out.

Then one of her friends spoke to her and made her laugh.

“Sernia, how are you doing these days?”

“me?”

“Yeah. I haven’t heard from you at all lately.”

“That’s true. I have something to worry about these days.”

“Should I care?”

The eyes of her friends gathered. The time had finally come. Sernia smiled inwardly and said what she had prepared.

“No, because of my son.”

“son?”

“Carnius?”

“Is Carnius bothering you again?”

My friends’ words of concern poured out. They were clearly words of concern, but they could also be taken as attacks depending on how you heard them.

“No, it’s not that. My son gave me a present this time.”

“A gift? Your son?”

“Yeah. I think my son got a World Tree a while ago. He seems to be growing it for fun, but well, he picked a bunch of World Tree fruit and gave it to me as a gift.”

“what?”

“Grow the world tree?”

“That precious thing?”

“The fruit of the World Tree as a gift?”

I can feel it. The eyes that are gathering in an instant. The curiosity and shock of my friends. Sernia smiled inwardly.

‘You guys. How can you tolerate this without paying attention?’

It’s nothing more than a world tree. Even the world’s greatest dragon would gape in amazement. The world tree is that rare.

There are countless cases where even the wealthiest dragons do not have the World Tree, but now a child of a clan that has just become a Jackal has the World Tree?

I can’t help but be surprised by this.

“No, how did you get that?”

“Well, I didn’t ask that question. Even if he’s your son, he’s already Jackie Chan. After all, a son has his own private life.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“Great, your son.”

“My son has never given me a single gift. Your son has really matured.”

There are complaints pouring in here and there. It means that it is successful.

“Haha. Thank you. But my son brought me a lot of World Tree fruit. He didn’t need to give me this much. I told him he didn’t have to, but he kept shoving it in. Anyway, my son can’t stop him.”

At this point, Sernia took out what she had prepared.

“So I brought some fruit from the World Tree.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. There’s some left. Let’s eat it together.”

Sernia took out a basket of World Tree fruits from the subspace. Carnias had given her so many, but she had only taken about a third of them separately. But even that was a considerable amount. It was enough for the members of this small group to share and enjoy.

“wow…….”

“You really are so pretty… … .”

“Thank you. I’ve never seen one before. Thanks to you, I got to see all the fruits of the World Tree.”

Expressions of gratitude poured in along with envious looks from her friends. Sernia cheered inwardly in victory, while smiling humbly on the outside.

* * *

Time is a strange thing. You don’t notice it when it’s just there, but when you look back, time has passed in an instant.

‘It’s gotten a little warm.’

It’s evidence that spring is coming to an end.

Soon this spring will be completely over. Summer will come just a little bit later.

I was amazed at how quickly time passed, but soon I started grumbling.

“Why on earth does the Master come?”

It’s been a while since I heard Absalon say he brought me news, so why is there no news?

‘Are you coming from the opposite side of the continent?’

If that’s the case, I would understand.

It’s hard to see that old man’s face even once. Well, I guess I’ll have to wait to see it. Eugene grumbled again and enjoyed the sunlight.

No, I couldn’t enjoy it.

‘But what are you talking about?’

Because loud noises were heard repeatedly.

The direction was towards the inn. Eugene couldn’t hold it in any longer and got up.

Did something happen?

Eugene opened the door to the inn wide. Then he paused. There was a lot of stuff.

The customers at the table were frowning, and the staff everywhere looked helpless. And their eyes were drawn to the customer.

No, I don’t know if they’re guests, but anyway, why are they elves?

They were the ones causing the uproar.

“Everyone! Now is not the time to eat that! Please listen to us!”

A sharp-looking elf who catches everyone’s attention in the inn with his loud voice.

The elf said.

“What you have on your table right now is not food, it is violence!”

“It’s violence!”

“It’s violence!”

As the elf sang, the elves behind him followed suit.

‘No, what… … .’

Were there any vegetarians here too?

“It’s the corpse of a killed plant!”

“It’s a corpse!”

“It’s a corpse!”

“You guys are feeling uncomfortable right now!”

Eugene paused.

‘No, wait.’

I think I misheard something.

“Everyone, expand and connect the discomfort you feel right now! If you connect, you will be able to see that this is not food, but violence!”

“Everyone, don’t eat plants!”

“It’s not food, it’s violence!”

“It’s violence!”

Eugene scratched his head.

Am I crazy, or is the world going crazy?