Serpent Head City, within the Jasmine Flower Tavern.
At the tavern counter, a few lavishly dressed young men and women were whispering amongst themselves.
From this group, the eyes of the only two young women kept shifting towards the other side.
On the other side of the tavern counter...
"Vernon, you captured all of our attention the moment you arrived."
A young man casually handed Milton Cheney a glass of wine, his tone seemingly reproachful.
Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney simply smiled a faint smile without responding.
He took the wine glass and gently sipped the wine.
By this time, nearly ten days had passed since Milton had arrived in Serpent Head City.
There was no denying, compared to Black River City, Serpent Head City was like heaven to earth.
If it were not for the fact that Milton had personally spent these few days in Serpent Head City, it would be hard to imagine that two cities from the same territory could be so different.
