Chapter 1511 News about Sister Sharna

"Old drunkard, wait a minute, why are you running so fast? Are you going to the bar to drink again, right?" With great difficulty, I caught up with the old drunkard several kilometers after leaving Akara's black shop.

He walked forward, calling her to a stop while panting.

"Is there something wrong? Could it be that your skin is itchy just after you came back, and you want to find Lord Benkasha to loosen the bones?" The old drunkard shook the spear on her shoulder, and the wine bottle hanging on it also shook.

He is careless and careless.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, I'm busy." I rolled my eyes, and then looked at her with doubtful eyes.

"I said you guy, you have been distracted during the meeting, right? How about you honestly confess that you confessed your love to the wine table and was rejected by the other party in silence? That's right, I won't say it.

I’m laughing at you, pff~~~”

"Do you think I'm a fool? You bastard boy." As soon as I finished speaking, the old drunkard's spear came knocking at me. I quickly bent down and dodged back and forth.

It was such a close call, I guess this guy's cloak was stolen and he was listless, so even his attacks were slowed down, so I was able to get past him.

In short, no matter what, I care about everything I should care about. This old woman doesn't look like she is easily frustrated. Maybe she was just ganged up by the bar owners during this period, and she can't get drinks on credit, and she has lost her only life.

The joy of life has turned her into such a decadent look, so I’d better leave her alone.

After straightening my expression, I glared at the old drunkard and asked word by word.

"Tell me, how is Sister Sharna doing now?"

"That stinky girl, what does that have to do with me?" When he mentioned Sister Sharna, the old drunkard trembled slightly as if he was almost losing his temper, then he picked his nose and said nonchalantly.

"Didn't you, an old woman, let her go to a place like that?" I immediately became angry. The arrogance between you mother and daughter is arrogance. Don't involve me in it. I just want to know about Sister Sharna.

Just news.

"It's useless even if you ask me. That stinky girl hasn't come back. How do I know how she is?" The old drunkard took off the flask and took a big sip. He drank the strong smell of alcohol and said drunkenly.

"Let me tell you, how about you pay a little attention to Sister Sharna?" Seeing her casual attitude, I got really angry.

"I don't care about that stinky girl. That girl doesn't need my care. She wants to go her own way." After waving his hand, the old drunkard glared at me impatiently.

"Smelly boy, I know you care a lot about that stinky girl, but she is an eagle. When flying in the sky, she does not need any restraints. Are you just asking for trouble by caring about yourself, or do you mean that you have no confidence in that stinky girl?

When she is tired, she will naturally come back, and then vent your concern in one breath. This is the right way."

After speaking a lot of seemingly serious words in one breath, the old drunkard seemed to have consumed a lot of energy by doing something he was not good at. He picked up the wine bottle again and drank heavily.

"Maybe you're right." I said thoughtfully, then shook my head.

"But why do I have to think from Sister Sharna's point of view in everything?"

"Huh?" I didn't expect that I would say this. The old drunkard who was drinking heavily took a sip, coughed loudly, and stared at me with wide eyes, as if to say, you brat, are you doing this just to choke me?

You must have said that on purpose.

"I am the younger brother, the younger brother of Sister Sharna." I patted my chest. If I had to say that I felt very proud now, I was actually a little bit proud, because in this world, I could be the younger brother of Queen Sharna.

Yeah, I'm the only one.

"Isn't it natural for my willful brother to be cared for and tolerated by my sister? So, even if Sister Sharna turns into a goshawk and flies in the sky, and my concern causes her trouble, there is nothing I can do about it.

Because I am just a younger brother who will do willful things, and it is impossible for my sister not to take care of me."

Although I said something very weak and unmanly, I still held my head up proudly and proudly. I couldn't help it, because this is me, Sister Sharna's brother.

"You two... you are really..." The old drunkard showed a very rare expression of stunned expression for a moment, and then shook his head.

"However, maybe this is really the case, that's why that girl loves you so much. After all, if you, a brat like you, become an upright hero who doesn't need anyone to care for you, then there will be no point in being her as a sister."

The old drunkard seemed to have figured something out, shaking his head and saying this.

"Probably...well, that's it." I shrugged.

Because Sister Sharna is also very willful, right? She said to me while

, I firmly believe that I am stronger and better than any other man, and will become a great hero and savior in the future.

But on the other side, she is very sister-like and always loves and takes care of me as a little grown-up child. She hopes that I can act like a spoiled child to her, and that I will always be the willful younger brother who rests in her arms and relies on her.

Not some heroic savior.

So, this is the way our two willful siblings choose to get along. If we think about each other in everything, it would be too tiring and too rational. It is better to choose to care about each other in our own way, even if it means hurting each other.

This causes trouble because sister Sharna and I both enjoy the feeling of being needed by each other.

"Forget it, I don't care about you anymore, just do whatever you want." The old drunkard made a show of leaving.

"Wait, my question hasn't been answered yet." I quickly grabbed her.

"Didn't I say it? I'm different from you. That stinky girl can do whatever she wants. I'm too lazy to care about her. I don't know whether she lives or lives." The old drunkard turned around and looked at me helplessly.

Although she spoke very coldly, she just cared about Sister Sharna in her own way, so I was not angry, but looked at her with a smile.

"Then at least tell me, what is your purpose in letting her go there?"

"You kid, you are really annoying."

The old drunkard weighed the spear on his shoulder a few times, as if he was considering whether to send me faster with Wen or with Wu.

After hesitating for a moment, she released her hand on the spear and sighed.

"It seems that even if I beat you away now, you will still cling to me relentlessly."

"It's good that you know." It's rare for an old drunkard to have time to think clearly. It seems that her brain has not been completely destroyed by alcohol.

"You know where she went, that damn world."

"Well, you can skip this part of the explanation, I know." I nodded.

The place Sister Sharna went to was dubbed by an old drunkard

It is a strange world named after it. It is said that after going there, you will never want to touch even a little bit of food such as milk and beef.

Adventurers who have been there vividly call it Niu Niu Pass. When I got the Martial Emperor Sword from old man Farah, I also went there and tested the power of the Martial Emperor Sword in that spacious place.

There, I witnessed with my own eyes densely packed black and white cows, standing upright and holding machetes in both hands, swarming towards them. People with slightly weaker mental abilities would suffer from trypophobia just by seeing this scene.

Sister Sharna went to that kind of ghost place.

"Before the martial arts tournament, didn't my sister go there once and practice? Why did she go there again? The effect shouldn't be very great, right?" I asked in confusion.

"Well, the real purpose of going to Niu Niu Pass this time is not to practice."

The old drunkard looked hesitant. I remember that not long after Sister Sharna left, I asked her, but she told me that there was something wrong with the cow enclosure, so she asked her sister to solve it. Unexpectedly, now

He changed his tone again. He is really a guy who talks nonsense and cannot be easily trusted.

"So? What is the real purpose?"

I asked, staring closely into the eyes of the old drunkard, even though this old woman had already mastered the trick of having her eyes shine with the awe-inspiring light of justice even when she was lying.

"The owner of Dai Niu Pass. That stinky girl's target this time is the owner of Dai Niu Pass."

"Huh?" I said I couldn't understand.

"In the Cow Pass, among the countless cow warriors, there is a cow king hidden there. He is the leader there."

"Are you going to find a cow king among so many cow warriors?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, and the appearance of this Cow King is not much different from that of an ordinary cow warrior. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to spot it at all."

"..."

Now I finally know why Sister Sharna hasn’t come back after being away for more than half a year. There are countless cow warriors in the Cow Pass. Tens, hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions? No one knows what the number is.

, trying to find the King of Cows among this huge number, even Sister Sharna, who is an Amazon, would have a hard time. If you are not lucky, you may not be able to find it in a year or two.

"What is Sister Sharna doing with that King of Cows?" After figuring out the purpose of Sister Sharna's trip, doubts arose again.

"Well... it's to explode something from the Cow King." The old drunkard began to speak vaguely, as if he didn't want to talk any more.

"It's a rare wine brought back from Kurast." Seeing that the other party was about to go on strike, I calmly took out a jar of wine, opened the lid, let the aroma of the wine leak out a little, and then quickly took it back.

With the little spy like the dirty maid, the elves can have as much wine as they want, and even the most precious Sac crystal wine can be obtained at any time.

"Gulu~~" He made a clear swallowing sound, and the old drunkard couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth, his eyes shining.

"How about the transaction?" I made a cool gesture of handing over the money and delivering the goods.

"Two jars... no, five jars will do." This old woman, a greedy lion, opened her mouth wide and gestured with her five fingers, and actually wanted to ask me for five jars of wine.

"Two jars, no more." I glared at her fiercely. If it weren't for Sister Sharna's relationship, I would have only given her half a jar.

"Okay." Pretending to be reluctant, the old drunkard, who was probably already happy, became more sharp-tongued than ever before and told me the information I needed in one breath.

"According to legend, the King of Cows will drop a strange prop called Cow Tears, which has the effect of restoring memory."

"Restore memory?" I pondered these words in a daze, and when I was distracted, the old drunkard had already fooled me into passing the two jars of wine.

"What's going on? Why does Sister Sharna want that kind of thing?"

"How do I know? Ask her yourself." The old drunkard who took the goods immediately became arrogant and waved his hand to me impatiently, as if to ward off flies.

"Oh, by the way, that thing is to restore memory, not enhance memory. Don't expect to use it to repair your useless brain."

After leaving these words, the old drunkard disappeared from sight with two jars of wine in his arms.
To be continued...