Lambert looked up and looked at the boss lady who was lying in front of the bar and sighing. From the beginning, she had been lying there motionless, and the sun shining into the bar was just enough to reach her position.
He lowered his head and checked on the table again. Yesterday, a drunkard vomited here, which made him feel so disgusted. After kicking the dead ghost out of the door at Cynthia's instructions, he wiped it again and again. However, he still felt strange when he woke up this morning, so he was idle and wiped it hard again.
"I hate Mulinjie, and there will be no business at this time." Lamberts turned a deaf ear to Cynthia's muttering voice and washed his hand towel in the bucket.
Although Lamberts and Cynthia are not native to Nanling people, they gradually got to know each other about Mulin Festival.
Mulin Festival is similar to the Empire's Winter Solstice Festival. It is also a festival for celebrating the past and family reunion. Except for those ronin who have no place to live, everyone will go home to reunite with their families. The bar representing the spirit of a prodigal son who is not drunk and never returns. As soon as this approaches, no one will come.
But it would be wrong to say that no one came. Lambert thought so, then raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the shadows of the alley in the distance.
"Is anyone?"
Lamberts subconsciously raised his head. A middle-aged man he had never seen before, followed by a cute lady, wearing clothes that were most suitable in Nanling. However, from the workmanship and details, the clothes were definitely not affordable for ordinary people and small businessmen.
And what are people like this doing in this inconspicuous small bar?
Lamberts dropped the rag in his hand and stood up.
"What do you want?" Cynthia was lying on the bar and was too lazy to move. Perhaps because she was in love with the scene and missed homesick, Lamberts felt that today's boss lady was always indifferent.
"I'm looking for someone." The middle-aged man took off his hat.
"Looking for someone? There are no customers here today?" Cynthia was a little surprised and finally raised her head.
But just now, Lamberts had already put away the surprise on his face and greeted the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at Lamberts with his hat: "Isn't this coming the person I'm looking for?"
In Cynthia's surprised gaze, Lambert nodded at her and then pushed the middle-aged man out of the bar.
Pulling the middle-aged man to a corner where no one is, Lamberts guessed that the distance is almost the moment, and Cynthia, who was about to open a store, probably couldn't keep up, so she turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man-
"Vaccisru..." Lambert looked at the man and silently called out the other party's name.
"I only met at your inauguration ceremony, but I didn't expect you to remember me." The middle-aged man looked at Lamberts and said, showing a gentle and unthreatening smile.
"What are you here to humiliate me?" However, Lamberts did not dare to relax his vigilance. He did not dare to underestimate the famous duke of the divine master [Catrina's Hound]. This famous mechanized soldier once solved a whole squadron of rebellious Paladins with just one person. Lamberts did not think that now he had completely lost his divine power and had only a brute force left, and could fight better than the paladins of the Holy Thorn Knights.
"No...how could it be? Today I am just visiting the subordinates who suddenly resigned for Duke Caterina. After all, it is almost the festival of the Nanling people recently." Watzlu nodded. He saw that although Lambert looked gloomy, he didn't say anything. He couldn't help but feel a little amazed in his heart. Some people only need to be smooth sailing in their lives to achieve talent, while others can only truly get rid of unnecessary edges and corners after experiencing a complete setback. It seems that Leobert's decision was right. Lambert is living well now, at least much better than he thought.
"Also, thank you for your hard work. This is the fare to return to the Holy City." After saying politely, Vacillus returned to the main business. He reached into his arms, then took out a small bag of gold coins from the opened secret box and handed it to Lamberts.
Lamberts could tell the things in his hand just by just a slight weighing them, and he could also tell that the money in this bag was not only enough for him to return to the Holy City, but also more than enough for a round trip.
"What do you mean?" But feeling the other party's kindness, Lamberts couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "The failure of this mission is all my responsibility. Did the famous Iron Blood Duke suddenly change his gender?"
"...You are the son of Lord Leobert. Although he drove you out of the church, no one thought his decision was serious. It was almost enough. Go back as soon as possible - Nanling is in chaos. I think you understand that it is not appropriate for you to stay here again."
While explaining this, Vaccsru looked at several unstriking points on the streets outside Nolan Gier with his eyes.
"You may not know, but you probably noticed something strange. In fact, this bar was opened by Sir Silver Rose's mistress. The truth-level black knights around her have been staring at you for a long time. So leave quickly, you can't do anything now."
"!" Lamberts was stunned when he heard Vacillus's words, "What did you say?! That Miss Cynthia is...?!"
Lamberts's pupils suddenly turned red, and he grabbed Vacillus' collar: "Did you confirm?! Did that Miss Cynthia save me because of the instruction of that bastard Ewen Ian?!!!"
Watzru gently pinched Lamberts' wrist. The steel palm squeaked Lamberts' right wrist, but Watzru's eyes were calm: "I don't know this, the answer should be in your own heart, right?"
Lamberts snorted coldly and let go of his hand.
"Don't try to do extra things. Miss Cynthia can't kill her with your power, and she doesn't need your protection."
He pointed at Lamberts, and Vacclut took a hat and left with the girl beside him.
Lamberts looked at his departure back with complicated eyes, then suddenly looked at Nolan Jier in the distance with a gloomy face, then covered the bruise of his right hand and slowly walked towards the small bar storefront.
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"Mr. Vaccsru, is that person really a former Paladin?" After leaving Nolan Gier, the girl who had been following Vaccsru finally spoke.
The girl had beautiful blood-colored eyes and golden medium-length hair. At this time, she was looking at Vaccilu with those red eyes: "I feel that there is a negative feeling in that person's heart."
"Um...is this..." Vacillus turned his head and looked behind him. At this time, Lamberts had already walked back to the bar, and several breaths guarding Nolan Gier were also separated and followed.
"Forget it, he is just a good tool for Duke Katerina to show Leobert the Supreme Bishop. We cannot fail our real mission because of his problems."
Vaccilu subconsciously touched the inconspicuous scar on his chin: "How many people are following us?"
The girl closed her eyes and estimated: "Three people, one is the first-level truth, one is the high-level magic swordsman, and the other is the middle-level storm warlock."
"Storm Warlock?" Vaccislu nodded thoughtfully. "The intelligence of the South Ridge Rebels seems to be stronger than I thought, and there are one more conditions to put pressure on that Sir Ian."
Vaccilu gently pressed the brim of the hat: "Since you have been targeted, then let's go directly to the Duke's Mansion."
"That guy Abel, probably has been waiting impatiently."
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"Ah chirp!"
The silver-haired priest sneezes heavily.
"What's wrong? Father Abel, did you catch a cold?" Kate asked Abel casually, then frowned and looked at the mahjong in his hand. The bad card was still a long way from thirteen, but there was no possibility of success except for making seven pairs. Just looking at the start, she wanted to give up.
"It's nothing, I just feel like someone is thinking about me, ahhh... I haven't had such a paid vacation for so much in a long time. I'm so happy." Abel gently pushed his glasses, and then followed Kate, who was working on the job, and typed a "eight" picture.
Abel's next home was Granxue. The gravekeeper girl touched the ground and put out a card, then turned it over: "... stand upright."
"Double upright?!" Ayucca shook his hand, and the card he had just caught fell off. She glanced at her with some annoyance, "Four tubes."
Seeing that the situation in Xijia was not good, Kate frowned and said, "Six tubes."
Abel also abandoned: "Four tubes."
Granxue touched the card expressionlessly, then picked it up and looked at it: "..."
After pushing down the card pile, the card in your hand is the "four cylinders".
"...One shot, two straight up, door clear, broken, peaceful, three colors, one cup mouth, red treasure 2, Quetou treasure card 2..."
"I'll go..." The other three people's faces were already tickle.
Granxue lifted Libao: "Libao 2.13 full battle——"
"Zi's family has 32,000 points, 16,000, 8,000..."
"Uh, damn..." Kate covered his face and lay on the mahjong table, "I was knocked away in Dongfeng Bureau again..."
Abel patted Kate on the shoulder.
But Kate, who had been beaten to the point of being unhappy, could no longer feel excited: "Don't comfort me, Father Abel, this is just a game, I won't be as big as before..."
She raised her head lazily and looked at Abel, but the silver-haired priest did not look at her, but pointed at the direction of the prison door with a pale face, unable to even speak...
"Hmm?" Kate looked back and then jumped up instantly, his pupils full of incredible, "Father Vaccisru?!"
Then I instantly recalled the mahjong behind her, and the cold sweat behind her came down in unison—
"Sir, listen to me..." While racking his brains to think of excuses, Kate wanted to hide the card table behind him with his body, but it was too late...
Vaccilu looked at the table surrounded by four people in the middle in silence, then glanced at the cells that were thrown everywhere in chess and poker, and forced a smile: "I have been suffering because you have lost your freedom in prison, but I didn't expect you to have fun..."
The excuses that were about to come out of Kate's throat suddenly stuck in his throat-
That's right, their dignified church judges were not even afraid of death in battle, but were defeated by such a simple temptation, and were addicted to the wasteful state of wasteful time for a long time...
Looking at the black-haired boy who poked his head out from behind Vacsru and waved to her, Kate gritted his teeth: "Bastard Yiwen Ian... He actually plotted against us... I'm not finished with you..."
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PS:
The day before it was released, I was furious and released the update code... I no longer want to complain.
That's right, the keyword in the previous sentence is not complaining, not high fever, but-
The Saints are finally on the shelves!
Wipe tears ~
I have always wanted to wait for a forced promotion before it is put on the shelves, but judging from the current situation where all members have dropped, it would be amazing that the Saints can order 200 for the first time in 24 hours.
So the saints finally put their friends on the shelves...
Generally speaking, there should be a comment on the listing, but I am not forcibly pushing it to the listing, so it is not so formal. At the end of the chapter, it is just like Tuba Tuba is in line with the style of the saints.
Anyway...what should I say...I won't be sensational outside the book...(Drag away...)
Well... In short, let's talk about it briefly. I don't deny that the book Saints was written to make money, just like the previous 300,000 words.
So when the 300,000 words were lost, I really missed the eunuch =.=
But as Yiwen Ian once said in the main text, starting out for personal reasons, gradually no longer just writing for himself.
So if there is no surprise, the saints should have finished writing, but "in reality, there is no surprise."
To be honest, I wrote three books carefully, and there were many accidents that occurred in reality...
For example, failing the exam... For example, losing the account...
When the Eastern Front was launched, the first semester of sophomore year was just right, and then he knelt down.
Then that period should have been a very miserable period of life. In order not to stop the grade, I took the exam for nearly twenty exams in one go... At that time, I remember that I was so stressed that I couldn't breathe even if I was angry.
Then the girl was also very tragic when she was writing swords. The school was in a state of bleeding. She no longer wanted to have any tragic memories of updating and writing suicide notes =.=
In life, you are so bullshit, but I love you so sincerely and deeply.
To be honest, the Eastern Front has never received royalties from Qidian. The Saint wrote 600,000 words, and the royalties received were not as much as my comics as my 3,000 words or 800 words, nor as much as my mobile game scripts as my 60,000 words, and the royalties of 15,000 words.
However, in the book Saints, I spent the most effort.
Sometimes when I look at the book review area, I will wonder whether this makes the leaders realize the state of one person's heart and the heart of millions of people.
When I wrote that chapter of Yiwen Ian's theory of happiness, I didn't think I was so sensational, but I just cried. Although I looked at it later and felt disgusting, sometimes it was heartfelt.
The Saints have 5,000 collections, which has condensed the hearts of at least 2,000 readers. How many people are there in 2,000?
At least I didn’t have that many people in my high school.
At that time, there were 1,500 readers on the Eastern Front, and then they could meet the bastard who was urging them to update.
There are 600 readers of the Girl Sword, but the number of people who are urged to update is no less than that of the Eastern Front.
And so many people know the saints and this book, it is enough.
The book of Saints, without your support, will not be able to reach this point.
And here I sincerely thank you:
Those readers who voted for me, liked, wrote book reviews, praised, and commented.
The long fan list in the Hall of Honor of Saints is read every day, and the daily increase of saints' clicks and recommendations can now be seen by just a glance.
I'm not afraid of you all jokes. I've made a mistake before. I got up and glanced at the recommendation and clicks. I thought, today is Friday, right? Qidian's recommendation should be coming down again.
Then when I came back from class, I waited foolishly until 2 o'clock, refreshed the page, and said to the group: "Is anyone here recommended?"
It was not until then that someone criticized me that I realized: "Today is the week, did you recommend it?"
It turned out that day, without any recommendation, that saints doubled.
Only then did I realize that it was probably because I asked for collection and recommendation.
So, turn your head and take a look, there is really enough nonsense.