"I've never seen such a scene... I've never seen it."
"A group of crazy Big Yarmouth elves actually tore a fire dragon into pieces... It was a real Romanian croaker! The flames it spewed out directly grind the stone mill of the old Aeger family!"
Rooney Petter waved his arms and sat in the most conspicuous seat on the bar, surrounded by curious listeners, and those shiny eyes gave Rooney a great sense of satisfaction.
"Is it really a Great Yarmouth elf? Have you read it wrong?" a guest questioned.
"Absolutely impossible!"
Rooney's beer glass hit the bar heavily, his face flushed red, not knowing whether it was the effect of alcohol or the rise of blood: "The Great Yarmouth Elf is a variant of the Cornish Elf. They are all light blue, with big eyes, less than ten inches tall. Apart from flying around and making pranks, even owls can't beat them... How could I admit them wrong!"
"No one doesn't believe you, Pate!"
The other guest quickly tried to smooth things over: "But this matter sounds too incredible... A group of elves tear a dragon apart? Even the elves from the first university shouldn't be so powerful!"
"It is also possible that the Romanian ceratops are too bulky and not suitable for dealing with those agile worms."
Someone analyzed: "Last year, the Venus Hunter team fell into the hands of a group of Amazon marching ants during the third round of the Zeus Cup round? If the Romanian wild dragon were replaced by the Swedish short-nosed dragon with higher agility, it might not have been restrained by the elves."
"How can a elves compare to Amazon marching ants? One danger is less than one star, and the other danger is more than five stars. It is not an existence of the same dimension at all!"
"Even if the Romanian horned dragon doesn't move, how could a group of Great Yarmouth elves break through its scales? I suspect they can't even bite the wild dragon's eyelids!"
"Pet! Pet!"
A tall and fat witch squeezed out the noisy crowd and came to Rooney Pett, and asked in a loud voice: "Pet! The old Egg you just mentioned... is the old Egg's house that runs the dragon farm?... Let's have two glasses of Brown's light ale, Tom!"
The bartender behind the bar snapped his fingers, and two wine glasses flew out of the cabinet and floated to the beer barrel. The orange wine fell into the cup, stirring up a layer of plump foam.
Rooney Patt swallowed quietly and nodded vigorously: "It's his house!"
“Hulalala…”
The fat witch laughed and took the Brown light beer handed over by the bartender, stuffed a cup into Rooney's hand, and drank it on his own: "The stone mill of the old Eiger family has not been burned by the dragon flame three or five times in a year... But the wild dragon died strangely... Their family has killed dragons for generations. Is it possible that the Romanian wild dragon was drugged before!"
"Absolutely not!"
Rooney Pet grabbed a shriveled apple from the fruit plate and took a bite. With the smell of salt water in the beer, he squinted his eyes comfortably: "I have been helping the dragon hunting farm of the old Aeger family recently. Which dragon should be killed and which dragon should be raised again, I can't know much about it... The Romanian Eagle had just hatched a few little dragons. It was the most ferocious and precious time. Old Aeger had not had time to feed him a live cow, so how could he drug it!"
"This is indefinite."
It was still the fat witch who raised the Brown beer in her hand and gulped her two mouthfuls, laughing: "Didn't Old Egg always boast about his baby grandson entering the first university? It is said that the tuition for college is very expensive. I can't say that Old Egg has to kill a few good dragons and pay his eldest grandson tuition for... "
"Is his grandson the child named Vas Aiger?"
"Yes, it's him. I heard that he was entering Starry Sky Academy!"
"Hiss... It's amazing. The students of Starry Sky Academy are all very powerful in combat. I can't say that they can catch some fresh magic creatures from the new world after graduation... The dragon hunting field of the old Aeger family will be carried forward by his grandson in the future!"
"When I went to the Dragon Hunting Farm to help feed dragons, the young man was already wearing a one-piece dragon leather jacket and holding a steel brush to help the wild dragons wipe the scales... It's not surprising that he can enter Starry Sky Academy..."
Tom Hansen stood behind the bar with his eyes hanging down, listening to the chatter of the guests in the bar, but he didn't stop. He took a clean white linen cloth and wiped the heavy beer glass.
He is the owner of this little bar.
The bar is called ‘White Crow’, located in Newcastle in northeast England – of course, the wizards’ Newcastle does not exactly coincide with the wizards’ Newcastle – the store offers a light ale called ‘Brown’, made from a special fermentation material and a unique mixture of salt water, and is very popular among nearby wizards.
Similar to most wizards in Europa, Newcastle's atmosphere is also very conservative. The wizards living here stubbornly retain the old-school living habits. Looking back hundreds of years, life has not changed much - candles, newspapers, wizard towers and magic brooms - the electronic signals and roar of the Baiding world have almost no impact on them. Everyone has maintained the slow operation of this almost rigid world for hundreds of years, and everyone's profession has been determined since he was born.
For example, Tom Hansen knew at a very young age that he would inherit his family’s winery in the future.
For example, Rooney Pett, although his family has been in Newcastle for almost two hundred years, here, most residents still think he is an outsider and can only do short-term work for wealthy families day after day.
For example, Lao Aige, who was mentioned by the guests, runs the largest dragon hunting farm on the northeastern coast of England. The keel bones, dragon blood and dragon meat that flow out of him every year account for nearly 30% of the shipments in London.
Tom hates this unchanging feeling.
He once tried to escape here, but his magical talent was not high and he could not receive admission notices from any university. So after graduating from high school, he finally returned to the bar and inherited the small career that his ancestors started.
Crack.
The middle-aged bartender rubbed the beer glass hard, listening to the guests discussing the genius who entered the No. 1 university in Newcastle, with his expression in the ancient well.
Dingling.
The wind chime at the door made a crisp and pleasant sound, and a cold wind blew into the store as the wooden door was pushed open, awakening the thoughtful bar owner.
“Welcome, happy…”
He opened his eyes wide and swallowed the second word "Ying". Similar to him, the originally bustling bar seemed to be hit by a silent spell and fell into unsettling silence.
Because the door was pushed open was a group of five wizards wearing black cloaks and cat-faced masks.