The interior of the Sailors House is a bit crowded, but in the treasure bay where every inch of land is valuable, most houses are like this inside. These water high-legged houses do not have much internal space to squander, and you can't ask for more.

Walking into the gate of the Sailor House, Masley discovered that it was not that the balcony of the hotel looked like a bow. In fact, its entire second floor was a complete sea boat! This discovery amazes him. It was not until a few days later that he learned that this boat originally belonged to the Blackwater Pirate. In a battle with his arch-rivaled rival, Blood Sailed Pirates, a few years ago, the ship was blown through the deck by the enemy's cannon. Soon after, Skinder, the owner of the Sailor House, contacted the Blackwater Pirates to buy the boat and placed it on his second floor. For this boat, this was also a good destination - it was much luckier than its sunken companions, at least you don't have to worry about one day you accidentally sleep under the sea.

They found a seat in the hall under the boat and sat down. The lights were very dim. Diago unexpectedly found that the chandelier above his head was not a butter candle or oil lamp providing lighting, but a few hanging and dry skulls. The dim lights scattered out of the skull, green and oily. Obviously, this belonged to some kind of voodoo creation, but the open goblins obviously didn't mind their origins.

From the boss to the chef, to the hospitality, to the bartender, all of them are goblins. To some extent, this hotel is destined not to provide sexual services to alien races, because except for goblins, few other races will like female goblins. Given the huge difference in body shape, their appearance almost does not meet the aesthetics of any race, even if they are super-doubted ogres.

Most of the guests who come here are sailors, whether they are merchant ships or pirate ships. In addition to the Blood Sail Pirates who often rob the route of Treasure Bay, other pirates are not prohibited from entering the port here. In fact, the famous Blackwater Pirates themselves are hired by Treasure Bay. The Sailor House is also the first choice for merchants, craftsmen and adventurers who come to Treasure Bay. Sometimes, the goblin guards who pay the money will come here to have a few drinks at night.

Diago ordered the boss's big fish fillets and other harbor flavors, mostly fish, such as slim mackerel and stone scale cod. Masley ordered some cherry pies and freshly baked bread. Of course, good wine is also essential. He ordered the specialty of Stranglethorn Valley - Jungle Wine. How could he miss this local specialty when he came here?

When the food and wine were served, the two began to feast. Although they could still fill their stomachs in the jungle and not be hungry, the feeling of eating wind and dew in the wild, eating cold dry food and sour wild fruits was definitely not comparable to staying in a hotel that sheltered from the wind and rain, eating steaming food. Diago did not forget Guan Haifa, and specially ordered a whole wild boar ham for it, and enjoyed it under the table.

After drinking and eating, the two of them walked towards the guest room on the second floor under the guidance of the goblins. After climbing a rope ladder, they entered the interior of the large ship through the gap in the side wall. The ship was built with solid oak. Even if it could no longer sail, there would be no creaking sound on the cabin.

There are two types of guest rooms here. One is an ordinary wooden bed, while the other is a rope bed hanging between bulkheads, which is very harbor-like. Most of these rope beds are prepared for sailors because these "cormorants" who come ashore are difficult to adapt to the fixed wooden beds, so they still like to fall asleep slowly in a slight shaking.

Diago chose a room with an ordinary bed. After arranging Guan Haifa's vigil, he fell head-on on the soft bed, and as he chatted with Masley, he fell into a deep dream.

The long tracking, trekking, and fighting had already exhausted him. He felt as tired as a camel who had just crossed the entire desert. What made him even more haggard was the heavy psychological pressure. Since leaving Crow Ridge, he had never slept well. The grief of losing his girlfriend and the hatred for his enemies were intertwined. He stirred and settled in his heart, and woke him up from his nightmare again and again. If it weren't for his firm will and Elune's care, he might have been swallowed up by the spirit-grabbinger Haka, and he would have eaten nothing left.

The next morning, Diago woke up refreshed and found that it was almost noon. After this unprecedented long sleep, he felt that his condition was unprecedentedly good, and the vitality of the young man had filled his body again.

He closed his eyes and thought about it to make sure where he was. There was no one in the bed next door - the night elves had already gone out, only Haifa was still lying beside the door loyally, waiting for his wake up.

Diago got up from the bed, put on his clothes, then picked up the soft banana bread on the small table and ate a few slices, then picked up the moonberry juice next to him and drank it all.

He brought Guan Haifa to the hall and saw Masley drinking slowly with a glass of foamy fruit wine. This wine was brewed with fresh fruit from Stranglethorn Valley and spring water from the Cape Mountains behind the harbor, which tasted a unique flavor.

"Hey, here, Diago, where are we going today?" The night elf shouted as he waved his arms when he saw Diago coming down. He was already in the hotel and couldn't wait to go out for a walk.

"Let's go find a leather workshop first and make the lizard skin into leather armor." Diago thought for a while and said. The undercurrent of this city is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. If you are not careful, you may die. It's better to arm yourself first.

Masley had no objection, and he also wanted to see what the beautiful golden-scale lizard skin made of leather armor looked like. So the two of them went out together and walked up the street.

The streets were bustling with people.

This city with extremely rich products is a paradise for rich people. As long as you have money, you can buy anything, but it is also a hell for the poor. Along the way, they saw more than one homeless man who spent all his last copper plate but could not find a new job begging on the street. The smarter ones would find some empty shells of giant tortoises or half-piece sampans to live in, but most people had to sleep in the streets.

They walked along the wooden boarded street and saw more than one leather workshop, some opened by dwarves and some trolls, but to be honest, the goods they presented were really a little unsatisfied in the eyes of the leather master Diago. In the end, they stopped in front of the last leather workshop on the street.

This is a workshop opened by goblins. The signboard is written in two lines of "Skin your skin!", which looks quite terrifying.

Walking into the workshop, a smell similar to stinky salted fish came to my nose. It was the smell of leather tanning. Masley followed Diago with his nose and walked towards the store.

There was a busy scene here, with piles of cooked skin stacked on the shelves, buckets of fuel piled up in the corners of the wall, and rows of made leather armor neatly placed on the wooden braces near the wall, coated with a layer of maintenance oil made of animal grease, shining brightly under the light.

Just as they were looking around, Diago suddenly heard someone talking:

"Brickrez Gusty serves you, what do you need?"
Chapter completed!