A husky and harsh voice interrupted the conversation between the two wizards.
A crow emerged from the shadow of Professor Monteria's robe, flapped his wings, jumped around, went to the coffee table, and pecked at the orange-colored wine in the cup.
The wandering wizard nodded to the crow in a friendly manner.
Then look at Professor Monteria again and continue the previous conversation: "Grace? There is no kindness in the black prison... What's more, you may be thrown into the black prison after being declared depraved by Dan Hager, and then gradually turned into a pile of dead bones over the long time... I mean after the new black prison was established."
After the war, the old black prison was revitalized and was no longer suitable to act as an alliance prison. The First University and the Great Wizards Conference are selecting the right world of death and transforming a new black prison.
Professor Monteria crossed his hands and fingers, put them on his knees, and replied softly: "The depraved depravity is not a real depravity. Even if I am in a black prison, my spirit is still free and pure."
"The same is true before many fallen wizards were imprisoned."
The wandering wizard put his hands on the wine glass, his eyes chasing the crows on the coffee table, and his thoughts were restrained: "Of course, we won't let this happen - no matter how 'kind' it is - you won't be stupid enough to touch the red line of the school, nor will I bear to abandon this bar that is soaked in half of my life's hard work... It's like my child, who will throw away his own child and wander around?"
This is the third time he has emphasized the concept of ‘principles’ or similar.
The private room was quiet for a while.
Professor Monteria used silence to fight the bar owner's insistence—or long-winded—for a moment, and finally the realists raised their hands to the idealist.
"Okay, okay."
The wandering wizard raised his wine glass and raised it to the crow on the table who was chatting wine: "I just want to say that I hope to be killed by a legendary wizard with his little finger than being declared by the therapist to have dragon syphilis... It would be easier to die like that, you know what I mean."
Quarre!
The crow let out a hoarse laugh.
The sneer awakened the silent professor, who seemed to have just realized what the wandering wizard said.
"If there is any risk of getting syphilis from dragon dysfunction, I will warn you in advance." The professor said: "But I also remind you that we have long lost the possibility of simplicity and ease of death."
"Seeing through and not talking about it, we are still friends."
"The concept of a friend is too extravagant." The professor lowered his eyelids, stretched out his two thin fingers, stroked a feather that exploded from the crow's neck, and whispered: "For people like us, even a very fragile relationship requires special courage and strength to maintain... Our enemies are everywhere, and every ally seems particularly precious."
Quarre!
flap.
Flutter.
The crow flapped his wings clumsily, and with the long coffee table, he helped run and took off. After disturbing a group of lightworms in the narrow box, he smiled and rushed out of the door of the box, walked through the corridor, walked around the pillars, and flew into the hall.
Then it didn't fly out of the bar.
Instead, after hovering under the ceiling for several weeks, the wings shook and rushed towards the ceiling. The hanging candles and candlelight swayed slightly, like the stars in the night, embedded in the dark background, like the real night sky.
The crow snatched a candlelight along the way and then flew into the stars.
It was like a meteor crossing the night sky.
The picture is reversed.
A meteor fell from the night sky.
The crow spread its wings and revealed its figure from the night and starry sky, flapping its wings, and landed silently in the canopy of a lush pine tree by Linzhong Lake. It was hidden behind the dense pine needles, and looked at the lakeside.
As the eyelids blinked, Buling Buling shone with the light of wisdom.
As the winter vacation comes, the shore of Linzhong Lake has been silenced a lot. In the past, there were few people on the bustling lakeside paths and squares. Even the timid kobs dared to stay away from the shore, climb over the empty square in front of the library, and go to the flower bed to dig hibernating bugs to eat.
The crow resisted the urge to peck at the small bowl on the kappa's forehead, and his eyes fell on a black figure by the lake.
At first glance, the figure looks like a reef.
But if you can tell carefully, you can recognize that it was a wizard in a black robe, but he squatted by the lake without moving, giving people the illusion that he was a stone.
The crow stared quietly at a slowly crawling yellow-skinned frog beside the wizard, as if it had also turned into a stone.
This waiting did not last long.
Soon, a tall figure walked out of the night, as if it was slow and fast, and in a moment he came behind the black-robed wizard, politely taking off his hood, revealing his long silver-white hair.
Bring.
The crow blinked quickly and recognized the identity of the visitor.
"Good evening, Elder Garcia."
The great wizard from the North District greeted him briskly: "...I thought I was going to go into the water, but I didn't expect you to wait for me on the shore. It's really flattering."
The black-robed wizard turned around and revealed a flat fishman's face. Several fish scales on his cheeks shone with a mysterious luster in the glimmer of light.
It took off its monocle from its chest and hung it on its round eyes.
Through the lens, the whites of its eyes became much bigger and bigger.
"Good evening, Colma... Madam." Professor Yuren rubbed the scales on his face uneasy, without hiding the surprise in his tone: "It's a surprise visit... The priest in the clan mentioned that there were guests. I thought they were some old friends in Beta Town... Compared with the title of "elder", I prefer you to call me "Professor Garcia"... Do you want some air-dried salted frog legs? The meat is tight, delicious, and a very good snack to grind. Even for wizards."
It raised the wooden plate in its hand, and the plate was neatly placed with dark purple strips of jerky meat.
"Is that OK? Thank you for your hospitality."
The witch smiled and took the salted frog leg, teared off a small mouthful with relish, and chewed it: "...I have long heard that the frog leg jerky in the Fishman tribe is very delicious, it is really well-deserved...I know you like the title of "Professor", but tonight, I want to talk to "Elder Garcia"... Can it be?"
The old fishman sighed deeply and glanced at the calm Linzhong Lake.
"The fish people are praying, so, indeed, I have a little time." It threw a piece of dried meat into its mouth, creaked, and asked slowly: "What do you want to talk about?"