Chapter 188 Light Chapter 1954A: A different kind of wine

Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 188 Light Chapter 19.54-A: A different kind of wine

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Loneliness is the normal state of life, which makes companionship extra precious.

You sat next to Hathaway. It was awkward for two people to squeeze into the same chair, so it was quickly changed to one where she sat in your arms.

"Celebrating the safe return of the Death Squadron! Welcome new members! Cheers!"

You raise your wine,

Huh? What a magical thing - among all the people, you are the only one holding the milky white wine in your hand, and it is still warm.

With a sigh, Tong En stood up and took the wine glass, cast a spell to cool it down, and then handed it to you again: "That's right, the weather is getting hotter and hotter."

So, you have a glass of cool and pleasant milky white wine in your hand. It's not a temperature problem! It's...! Well, the taste is quite amazing, I can't describe it but it's delicious.

Did you ask Hathaway if the wine is still available?

Hathaway glanced back at you, then clapped her hands: "There are many new members, welcome everyone. Please introduce yourself in turn." Then he looked at the seat opposite.

The "meats" looked at me and I looked at you. Most of them looked uneasy and shrank back one after another.

There has to be someone who speaks first. There were too many people, and in the end you didn’t remember a single name. It’s not your fault, and it’s not because someone is lazy.

"I'll come first." The sturdy man clenched his fists in front of his chest and nodded in salute, and introduced, "The jackals in my hometown are making a lot of noise, and humans are recruiting soldiers. Almost all of our compatriots have been captured and used as mounts, so I brought

I walked through mountains and rivers with my daughter to get here. I was originally hiding there..." She pointed in the direction of Viscount Eliabeth, "in the mountains and forests, and was later caught. This is a friend from other tribes I met on the way. Her

The arms were chopped off by local warlords many years ago - mounts with hands are prone to rebellion."

The three ladies bow deeply to you.

After the little centaur bowed very sensibly, he immediately raised his head and asked the armless centaur: "Auntie, can we not be eaten as long as we bow?"

Hush! Don't talk nonsense! - The armless centaur explained in a low voice with a panicked look: "Don't worry, as long as your mother can continue to produce milk, we should be safe."

Milk?

What milk?

You looked down at the few sips of wine left, and then at the strong girth and flat belly of the strong man and horse, and then your face filled with horror. You asked again, what kind of wine is this?

"Koumiss."

Oh, cough! You almost choked to death. Her belly is flat!

The strong man continued to introduce: "I am the most outstanding warrior among the more than a hundred people in the tribe. I can repay your kindness with fighting. My friend is also well-known among human warlords. He is known as "Blue Wind" and is a rare

The agile scout troops will not slow down even when carrying people. Don’t eat us.”

You received the appraisal results handed over by Fiertin, which read: The challenge level of the sturdy centaur is 11, and is regarded as an elite ranger of level 11; the armless centaur is regarded as a low-level ranger of level 6; the small centaur is level 0.

If used as combat power, only one of the three can be used; if used as a scout, only one can be used; if used as a milk source... only one can be used.

Generally speaking, the race of centaurs is inherently neutral.

The identification result also comes with a note in Hathaway's handwriting: "Strong Centaur is extremely distrustful of humans. I finally persuaded her to stay temporarily on the grounds that it was more dangerous elsewhere. It was difficult to communicate. No matter how many words I said, she understood

We must fight to win the freedom of the three of them, and we won’t be able to stay for long.”

"The armless centaur has been infected with very human habits. She hinted that she is willing to sleep with the leader of this place. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of life she lived before. Although she said she was very obedient, she only wanted to escape back to the forest. I am not sure about her

What are you thinking about?"

"Little centaurs are extremely afraid of humans, but they seem to have been taught the value of fear and shame, and they pretend to be calm."

"I can also produce milk!" The goat man stood up and interjected, "I'm just a little tired recently. Give me a chance, and I will definitely be able to continue producing milk as before! Don't eat me!"

Hathaway asked: "Where is the child?"

"I'm only five years old and have no children."

Oh, cough! You spat out the last mouthful of kumiss. What the hell is a five-year-old girl doing producing goat's milk? The strong man looked at the white wine on the corner of your mouth with an ugly expression. Isn't she angry that you wasted it?

, but worry that they no longer have the value of living.

"The average lifespan of satyrs varies, but overall it is significantly shorter than humans. Judging from her appearance, she should be a race nearby, with an average lifespan of about 24 years. Five years old, converted to humans, it should be 13 to 16 years old.

Just grown up." Tong En stared at the satyr's plump chest and said, "It is probably an excellent breed of dairy goat. It can continue to produce milk after it matures. It was thrown into the meat market because it stopped producing milk when it became sick."

"Yes, don't eat me!" The satyr looked pitiful.

You lower your head and read the appraisal results in your hand: "Level 0, kind and neutral." The note at the back reads: "Goatmen are supposed to be kind and chaotic. She may be the product of several generations of domestic animals."

You ask Hathaway, has no one ever explained that the guild has no intention of eating them?

"Of course I have explained it, but what would you think if you were carried back to the den by a lion and then told by the lion that it did not intend to eat you? I tried my best just to persuade them not to run away."

……Right.

Mermaids cannot be kept in cages, as this can easily cause misunderstandings with a large number of other mermaids; satyrs cannot be kept in cages, as their nature cannot endure narrow confinement, and they will die after a long time; a small centaur about three or four years old

It's too pitiful to be locked in a cage, and it's even crueler to be separated from her mother; I always feel that the harpy knows Happy, and it's not good to be locked in a cage. So, in the end, Hathaway could only return to the first thing in the guild

I tried to persuade them earnestly not to run away as soon as the cage was opened.

I don't know who muttered in a low voice, "Mutton is actually quite delicious." The satyr's face instantly turned pale and he was trembling. You repeated "I really don't want to eat it" three times, and she repeated "I can really produce milk" four times.

Then you understand Hathaway's reason for wasting her breath.

The two mermaid sisters stood up, bowed and introduced: "Maid." "Maid." The appraisal result read: Treated as a level 4 and level 6 druid.

"Thug." Lycanthropy said, and suddenly lifted up his vest, revealing his six-pack abs. "No one in their right mind would plan to eat a level 9 warrior, would they?"

She looked confident, and she probably had the same expression before being thrown into the meat market.

After she sat down, Tiger Metamorphosis stood up and said calmly: "Thug." It was very concise. Later you found out that she had eight-pack abs.

You flipped through the information in your hand: "Both women were Yue Huayu's senior thugs. They were sentenced to death for some unknown reason. They must not be able to go back. In the human form of lycanthropy, they were level 9 elite warriors. In the human form of tiger transformation

At that time, it was a level 14 elite ranger. He could heal himself and be difficult to kill."

At that time, Hathaway asked them why they were thrown into the meat market, but received no answer. The lycanthropist seemed very angry, while the tiger seemed to have another hidden agenda.

Then the private soldiers stood up one after another and introduced themselves one after another. The girls who were expected to become priests were all locals, and had been disgusted by the Haiqiang Cult for different reasons; the elves who were expected to become Sword Song were the youngest one hundred years old, and the oldest was already three years old.

One hundred years old, two are from the same small village, the other three are from the destroyed elf homeland, and one is from far away; the private soldiers who are expected to become fake adventurers are all from nearby areas, but none of them are from the same place.

Who are the real compatriots?

They came to serve as soldiers voluntarily.

Becoming a private soldier of a nobleman is a good job these days, especially if you can become the first private soldier of a newly promoted noble. Their morale was quite high, but they found a pale-faced woman sitting at the table, and confirmed

It turned out to be a vampire, and some people started to think about quitting.

There is a big table full of food, but no one eats it. Just when you are wondering, Mrs. Edward suddenly said: "I will say it again, I cannot suck the blood of other than "noble human males"."

Everyone gradually began to move - from the initial restraint of holding knives and forks tightly, to jumping on the table and devouring their hands and feet after a few minutes. Most of the people here were already starving, but they were always worried that this would be thrown away after they were fed.

The last meal for a vampire.

You dusted the vegetable leaves that flew over your clothes and asked Hathaway, why didn't you see the harpy?

"Have eaten early, let's sleep in the same place." Hathaway wiped the oil on her glasses and asked in a low voice, "President, it is common sense in the world to use money to do things. I can understand your hiring of private soldiers, although I feel that

Some are against the laws of the aristocracy but are still within the safe range. However, if we raise so many sub-races, do we all serve as maids? Let me remind you that the second generation has never raised idlers. Raising idlers is the beginning of a power falling into decay."

The two lycanthropes were fine and had professional qualities, but the others were just...

Your legs were numb from Hathaway's pressure, but you didn't have the courage to speak out. It seemed quite ungraceful to refuse the second glass of wine brought by the strong man's hands, and you squeezed it out.

Maybe this taste is addictive?

The atmosphere of the celebration banquet gradually became more cheerful and not as restrictive as before, but many people could not let go as long as the leader was still there.

Hathaway stood up: "I will take care of all the trivial matters that do not require decision-making, don't worry." Then you stood up, leaving the conference room with only Annette following behind. Not long after you heard the sound of everyone cheering.

of laughter.

You need to prepare your spell in a quiet room, that's the most important thing.

"President, do you want to go to the appointment tonight?" Annette asked with a slight salute.

What are you going to do?

A. Fulfill the agreement with Octavia

B, choose one from the old list

C, choose one among the newcomers

D. Select among private soldiers and peripheral members
Chapter completed!