The empty beer can rolled a few times on the dirty floor, finally colliding with a pair of clean, beautifully carved boots that sharply contrasted with the shabby surroundings. The wearer of the boots, feeling a slight shock through her feet, quickly kicked the can aside. She tried to distance herself from the filth, but fate had other plans—the remnants of the beer splashed onto her immaculate footwear. "Damn it!" Lynn Piaoye, the Tree elfe, stomped her foot in frustration. She then shot a look of grievance at her new companion, the dream-devouring Meryl, who was sitting across the round table, known for her fondness for alcohol. During the five days of the journey, the female alcoholic clad in black, despite the scorching summer, never failed to stop whenever she spotted a tavern. With a face full of disdain, she would drag the tree elf companion inside for a hearty drink. Should the tree elf dare to refuse this unreasonable request, the "malicious" dream-devourer would threaten to ensure the poor victim spent the entire night in nightmares, and indeed, she followed through on her threats. Consequently, the daughter of the star forest, who had endured a night of terror, found herself repeatedly entering those noisy, alcohol-filled taverns she had always avoided and detested. "Sorry, little sapling, for dirtying your lovely boots. Hehehe..." The intoxicated Meryl slouched across from her, her wine-flushed face pressed against the table. She grinned foolishly at the elf, "Don't tell the caring sorceress that I got drunk again, okay?""..." The tree elf observed helplessly as Meryl, clad in black attire, once again persuaded the b