The three sat down in the back of the bar, each ordered a Kilimanjaro beer. Wei Tianyang took a sip and frowned tightly, only feeling a bitterness in his mouth that was uncomfortably intense, as if he had drunk overnight urine, or like he had ingested a dose of undissolved bitter medicine. However, after swallowing and waiting a few seconds, he felt an endless aftertaste. The rich malt flavor surged up from his throat and bounced around in his mouth.
"Who is this guy?"
While Wei Tianyang was experiencing the Heiside Continent's beer, Dave looked at him and gave Spencer a knowing glance.
"He's my partner," Spencer said.
"From Yin Country? Or Zhuo Wei Country? Richu Country?" Dave asked.
"My name is... Weiske. I'm a stateless individual," Wei Tianyang quickly came up with a West Soil name for himself.
"That's quite rare. It seems that no country accepts stateless individuals, do they?" Dave said with a laugh.
"It was out of necessity. It's a long story," Wei Tianyang said.