When several hunters from the Exoneration Hunting Team noticed that the door of the Wandering Bar was closed, in the private room on the second floor of the Wandering Bar, through the narrow private room window, behind the glass, there happened to be a wizard who was observing the gun opposite the bar.
Small shop.
It was the weekend, and there were many customers in D&K. Hank, the fifth fox, was sitting behind the counter, busy keeping accounts. There were four or five abacus floating around him, and they kept crackling; Dingdang Ears, who was wearing a green vest, was dragging an abacus.
The feather duster, which is longer than its body, works hard to clean the dust in the corners of the shop.
The fine dust sparkles with colorful colors in the sunlight, and the tinkling ears and waving dusters chase after it, giving people an inexplicable feeling of comfort and leisure.
"That little mouse of yours is working very hard in the store opposite." The wandering wizard turned his back to the guests in the private room, carefully looked at D&K's business, and praised: "...The little fox in Qingqiu Mansion also did the same.
Not bad... maybe I should also hire a fox accountant."
No one answered him.
The only sound in the house was the sound of drinking.
The wandering wizard sighed, turned around, and looked at the big mouse curled up on the sofa: "You've been drinking all night and all morning... It's time to take a breather. If you don't leave, I won't even be able to open the store.
"
The big mouse on the sofa didn't say a word and continued to hold the bottle of wine, but the big tail behind it shook a few times in dissatisfaction.
The thick and long tail slid along the corner of the sofa and landed on the fine pile carpet, then snaked out of the house like a snake and disappeared around the corner of the door.
As it swung, its tail surged like a wave and rushed out of the small private room. Immediately, the whole bar was like a cardboard box stuffed with a wild cat, trembling with clatter.
Not long after, the anxious voice of the bartender came from outside the door:
"Boss, this guest's tail broke off the second pillar. The starry sky magic attached to the ceiling on the east side of the hall was also smashed, and several pieces of glass fell off..."
"Accounting, accounting! Put it all in its account!!" The wandering wizard shouted out the door, then sighed again and looked at the big mouse on the sofa:
"You are a big wizard, don't always lose your temper like a child... Controlling your emotions is especially important for wizards in your state. Mundell's Law is not a difficult truth for first-grade children now, right?...
…Also, you’ve almost finished all my inventory.”
The Rat Immortal raised his neck and poured the last drop of wine from the bottle in his hand into his mouth. He didn't wipe the remaining drops of wine from the corner of his mouth, but just shook the bottle away.
The wine bottle fell on the soft carpet and disappeared with a pop.
Like a soil descendant who fell into the soil.
"You...you want me to go to the principal's office to steal some wine? Or, you should take out some more from the inventory yourself." The Mouse Immortal looked drunk, but his voice was not drunk at all, just a little frustrated: "...
At least you still have a choice."
The wandering wizard glanced at the big mouse on the sofa, and finally said nothing. He reached to the top of the bar and kitchen behind the small bar, rummaged around for a long time, and took out a bottle of amber light.
"This is the last bottle of 1999." He warned, signaling the elves to send the bottles over.
The big mouse's eyes shone, he stretched out his paws, and grabbed the thick bottleneck, but he sneered at the bar owner's warning: "You said that three hours ago..."
The wandering wizard stood behind the bar, propped up his elbows, crossed his fingers, and said slowly in a thoughtful tone: "Drinking can't solve any problems... People often say that everything happens for a reason..."
"This sounds like nonsense." The Rat Immortal muttered as he bit off the cork of the Amber Light bottle and drank a large mouthful of fresh wine for himself.
"Maybe." The wandering wizard would never get entangled with a drunkard on this kind of thing. He just used the sentence just now as an introduction: "...We are making decisions and choices every moment... This
It will lead to different consequences. What decided that a heavy rain swept the entire south? What caused an entire werewolf village to be infected with the plague? And what made a seven-year-old little wizard become an Obscurus..."
"She is not Obscurus!" The Rat Fairy interrupted the wandering wizard rudely, and answered his previous two questions at the same time: "There is a high probability that the heavy rain is caused by a certain butterfly in South America... As for the plague... if the werewolves eat less
With a few vampires, there will be no plague."
The wandering wizard felt a little hot in the house.
He took off his pointed hat, revealing some sparse gray hair.
"This is not the point," he murmured, grabbing his thinning hair, still trying to continue his previous topic: "This is not the point... The point is, sometimes, you make an insignificant decision, and then
Some bad things happen...At such times, saying 'Everything happens for a reason' will make people feel more comfortable..."
"It's not comfortable at all." The Rat Immortal took another sip of wine and said, "Besides, that's not an insignificant decision."
The wandering wizard took a deep breath.
He began to think about whether to add some snacks to the store, such as fried rat ears, fried rat tongue, or cold rat tail.
Then he thought of a new saying:
"The difference between major and minor is not so clear originally."
This sentence is quite philosophical. Although it doesn't have any connotation if you think about it carefully, if you don't think about it carefully, it seems like some mature words. It is perfect to end the conversation with the Mouse Immortal.
But this time, he wanted to end the topic, but the Rat Immortal didn't.
"Yes, just like you selling the flesh and blood of Sathoggua in the Wandering Bar, it was just a big deal to you," the big mouse's voice was full of sarcasm and ridicule: "If it hadn't attracted the two outer gods, the destruction
A small forest of silence... But then again, that girl from Kolma has advanced to become a great wizard... which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. Hmm, I forgot. For you guys who just have a bad job, wouldn't it be a good thing to have less magicians in the North District?
information."
The wandering wizard's face turned a little pale.
"You are also involved in this matter." He gave the big mouse a warning look, and then glanced out the window unnaturally.
It seemed that the next moment, a joint law enforcement team from the First University and the Trident Sword would rush in and take him to Danhag - or worse, a black prison.
"I'm a mouse. I can dig a hole and hide myself." The Rat Immortal didn't take it seriously and shook the beard at the corner of his mouth. There were a few drops of sticky amber light on it, which made him feel uncomfortable: "But you can't...
…The Dark Council will not allow you to abandon this stronghold."