Chapter 473 Peeping into the Wrong Siphon Bottle

Author: War Pig Dayu Lao

Chapter 473 Peeping into the Wrong Siphon Bottle

In the dark night, two mysterious people whispered to each other, explaining what they would get tomorrow.

"How's it going?"

"Six hundred and fifty people, with basic combat capabilities."

Elvis was obviously relieved. The number of people was as expected. He was afraid that someone would deliberately hinder it, so he initially found someone who could be responsible for logistics.

"How's my situation?" Althea's face also looked a little more tired. Only when she was really behind her legs did she realize how complicated things were that she didn't care about before.

If Creon didn't help, it meant that the prince's consent was indeed obtained. Otherwise, it would only take one day to go to the government to get the recruitment approval slip.

"It's possible, Juan is more suitable for them than other priests." Elvis told something that happened yesterday. After receiving the funds, Priest Val chose to invest them in the mortar being developed.

According to Juan's description, that thing will change the pattern of small-scale battles, and is just suitable for the battle that the current number of people in the Giant Viper can carry out.

As for Sotek's Wrath, the Zhuanhuwang Cannon has been handed over to Pakar. With the power of the Holy Seal Dragon, it can be operated with one leg. Coupled with the extraordinary IQ, Slan is begging to see it.

Shout out heresy.

Althea suggested, "Let's go have a drink. I heard that a new tavern has opened in the west and it has a good reputation."

"Yeah." Elvis didn't refute. It was indeed a busy time and having a drink would be a good choice.

After arriving at the tavern, the two of them first walked at Bar No. 2, habitually scouting the surrounding environment.

The decoration style is Charis' forest style, with a large number of animal furs and bone horns hanging on the walls, and green potted plants placed in various locations.

Even the wooden tables at the bar are a little rough and uneven, and the number of people is relatively sparse. There are more than a dozen elves staying in various areas.

The bartender wearing a red lion cape wiped the glass and asked, "What do you two want?"

"A glass of ale with ice cubes." Elvis handed the wine list to the lady next to him and stretched.

"Why would you want to drink something like malt wine? It's obviously not something that monkeys drink." Althea was obviously suspicious of her cousin's taste. She took a look at the wine list and said, "A glass of woodland wine."

"At that time in Kislev, clean water sources were hard to find, and even the snow in the east had the smell of chaos. The remaining drinks needed to be given to the wounded first. He drank Imperial liquor for a week," Elvis said casually.

answer, continue,

"That smell, to be honest, will never be forgotten in my life."

"I have really evolved into a monkey step by step." Althea glanced at him with contempt.

Elvis smiled bitterly for a while. His cousin's character would have caused a lot of trouble in the old world. There would be no family to provide protection at that time. The Chaos believers would not care about the Caledor elves, and just wanted to please the dark gods.

Anything can be done.

After taking over the wine glasses, they took a sip from each other to celebrate that a new career was about to begin.

The bartender behind the bar looked at the couple and found that they were a bit interesting. They were about the same age and looked familiar, but they were not lovers.

The undisguised look of disdain was not fake. Some people asked curiously, "Are we Caledonians like that? We like to go out to drink with friends of the opposite sex of the same age to relieve our sorrows?"

Elvis asked what he meant. His relationship with Althea could be said to be different except for the fact that they grew up wearing the same pair of pants.

The bartender pointed to another bar and motioned for the two of them to look at it.

I saw a man who was complaining with a bitter look on his face. He was a very wrong man.

The man mistook them and could not see his face clearly, but although the woman had a bitter look on her face, the emotion in her eyes was not deceptive.

But that was not the most important thing. Elvis's leg holding the cup suddenly exerted force, almost crushing the wooden wall. He immediately turned around and seemed to see an incredible scene.

On the other hand, Althea had the same reaction.

"Why is Phyllis...sister there?" Althea turned her head, trying not to be discovered.

"How does he know? And the way I look at her, is it possible that the iron tree also blooms?" Elvis was shocked and wanted to know if the person who was nicknamed the Iron Lady would never have anything good happen to her.

He is selfless in his work and specializes in handling some troublesome matters for the prince.

After hesitating for a long time, with curiosity outweighing fear, Althea raised her eyebrows and turned to the left, with a simple meaning: she wanted to go over and have a look.

They changed positions with their backs on the wrong left side, and the two began to listen to the exchange between Phyllis and the mysterious man.

Imric leaned against the bar, drank the dwarf beer in the glass, stretched his legs to signal the bartender to continue, and complained to his good brother Phyllis,

"Does he know why the old man stays in the military camp all day? Then after getting married, he can really do whatever he wants."

"There are so many things to do, but it turns out that I really want to spend some private time with her. Alas, it's so difficult for him."

Phyllis originally wanted to beg for mercy, but when she saw that although Imrik was complaining, the pride on his face could not be concealed.

After sighing, she could blame herself for not seizing the opportunity. When she was ignorant, the lady insisted that she should be the prince's companion. Why did she dislike him for being such a crybaby?

"I really envy me, I have a rich family."

Imric took the Riptide Pass beer, poured the wine from Lothern for Phyllis, and asked,

"Speaking of which, I'm not too young anymore. They seem to be only a few years apart in age. He is already getting married at a later age. I really want to drag it out again?"

"I haven't found the one I like, so let's act like a mule for the time being. If that doesn't work, he will marry the kingdom and devote his whole life to it." Phyllis made a bitter smile, indicating that she didn't want to continue talking about that matter.

Imric gave a thumbs up and praised, "Good ambition, he just likes people like me."

Although she knew that he said those words out of his status as a prince, Phyllis was a little happy, but then she thought about the reality. Forget it, she shouldn't have unrealistic illusions.

He picked up the vodka on the table, changed the cup and poured it in, "Dry it."

"Can I drink it? That stuff is a bit exciting." Imrik was a little doubtful and wanted to know about vodka. Except for the Dragon Prince and the gang with plug-ins, almost no elves can drink it.

"Don't forget, it was the first time I drank, and he brought it with me."

Imrik, who was exposed, was immediately furious and planned to use the facts to shut up. Instead, he clinked glasses with Phyllis and then touched the bottom of the glass to the table.

Turning to the two young men sitting next to him, they carefully looked at the table. Although there was no title in the exchange, they could not guess who the person who used magic to disguise himself was.

"It's true that even the stubborn rocks in the Dragon's Back Mountains understand women's hearts better than he does." Althea whispered, relying on Elvis to pretend to be a couple to avoid being noticed.

But Elvis was completely uninterested in the sought-after woman next to him, and patted her leg to signal her to be honest and stop moving.

"Don't shut up. If you let them know that they are eavesdropping, I promise to be hanged in the Dragon's Back Mountains the next day."

But it was too late. Imrik, who was clinking glasses with Phyllis, heard a familiar voice and immediately located its source.

When I saw Elvis actually eavesdropping with the young couple Althea Decchi, I immediately became furious. How could I dare to despise my majesty just after being released for a while? If I go east like that, do I have any private space?

.

"Elvis, come here to him."

The young man who was angrily scolded trembled a little, put on a desperate expression, and planned to get up and go to the prince's place.

Althea, on the other hand, had a look on her face as if she was bidding farewell to the warrior, and watched her cousin go to accept the fate of his fate.

Just when she thought she had escaped, she heard a sound as clear as the cry of a nightingale,

"Althea, he doesn't know how Agthel educated me, secretly following Elvis to a place like a tavern, do I know how much misunderstanding that will cause between our families?"

No, no one in the family thought they were just here to have fun, there would never be any other ideas.

Althea looked sad and followed her cousin to receive a double quick beatdown.

"temple……"

Before Elvis could finish speaking, Imrik had already picked up the vodka bottle, and the brat standing by the wrong side said,

"First punish yourself with three cups."

Then he glanced at Althea who was hiding behind his cousin, and waved his legs to let her come over.

"I'll figure it out myself."

After the two of them finished their free drinks, Imrik looked at the bartender with curious eyes outside the bar and sighed. He obviously wanted to have a good drink with his old friends, but why did two brats come again?

It's not appropriate to tell them to get out now, so you can choose to change positions.

When they came to the long table in the corner, Imric originally thought that Elvis would go with him, but he didn't expect that when Phyllis glared at him, the brat gave up.

"I really don't know if Hong thought that I was a good herald and that I was a role model."

"Hey, you're welcome, you're welcome." Elvis was a little embarrassed as he hugged the back of his head, but in Imric's opinion, he didn't deserve a beating.

His father died too early in the war, and his mother was unable to raise him normally due to depression, so he was left to Althea's mother to raise the two of them together.

But why is it wrong to bring children to the military camp? I don’t know why.

"Forget it, since it's not that kind of occasion, don't treat him as a prince. Originally, he wanted to have a drink with Phyllis and catch up on old times, but he didn't expect to meet us two brats."

There was a trace of sadness in Imric's eyes as he picked up the wine glass. Who said that the Dragon Prince's daily life would consist of preparing to fight and find dragons? There was no reason why he couldn't find someone to drink and chat with.

"Phyllis..." Althea, who was originally called according to her seniority, saw a strange smile appear in those moving eyes, and immediately changed her words,

"Sister, why do you have time to come to the pub tomorrow?"

But Phyllis sighed bitterly, not knowing who he was talking about, "If he has time every day, he just can't find anyone to come."

Imric immediately retorted, "What did you say? I just said that I would dedicate my life to the kingdom. Sure enough, we women are all the same, and our faces change as soon as we say it."
To be continued...