After three rounds of drinking, we sat in the corner, listening to the noise in the room and the laughter in the audience.
No one knows the sadness in the boy's heart. He raised his glass and said to himself, one glass is for the past, one glass is for the moonlight, and one glass is hidden in the hand. From now on, loneliness will no longer last long.
Unlike him, the other hunters in the Forgiveness Hunting Team don't have such troubles.
Lan Que didn't drink, so he ordered a glass of water, sat in a more private corner than Zheng Qing, and slowly stroked the long sword in his arms, as if he was falling in love with a little girl; Xiao Xiao ordered a glass of cheap Siren Rum, this
It is a specialty drink in the North District. It is very strong and very popular among the guests. Dylan and Fatty Xin gathered together and discussed the latest issue of the "Beta Town Post" in a low voice.
The accident at the Egg Dragon Hunting Farm has been on the news page.
However, the Post described the accident at Egg Hunting Ground as the work of a fallen wizard - this is a slightly misleading description, because in the minds of most wizards, fallen wizards are a type of demon, so after reading
The person who wrote this report will subconsciously blame the accident on the devil.
"In a sense, dark wizards are also considered fallen wizards. The Post's statement is not wrong." Dylan flicked the article in the newspaper with a slightly meaningful expression: "I guess the school must be fighting with the Post.
It’s time to say hello.”
"Is there any need to guess?" Lan
The fat wizard curled his lips and took a small spoon to spread sauce on the meatballs on his plate: "I can even guess what they are thinking... It's just that the dark wizard may have come from a school... to make everyone think that he is a monster.
It's better to do this than let everyone know that there is a dark wizard in the school."
He picked up a meatball, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and changed the topic: "Speaking of which, we were lucky this time in Britain. At least, no one of us turned into a frog this time."
This slightly tongue-in-cheek remark deserves a beating.
When the Exoneration Hunting Team faced the two-headed ogre in the trial last year, Xiao Xiao was accidentally cursed by a shamanic witchcraft and turned into a fat frog that couldn't speak.
That is to say, the fortune teller classmate was already drunk and did not hear the fat wizard shaking out his dirty information.
Dylan glanced at Xiao Xiao, who was paying no attention, swayed the red wine in his hand, and slowly changed the topic: "I would rather not have that kind of luck, it would be nice to have a clue instead... The ogre tribe last time belonged to the dark giant beast
Leviathan, this time the Great Yarmouth elf belongs to the wild elf... The only thing they have in common is the piece of copper... and the 'crow'. I think it is difficult for us to follow these sparse clues.
, piece together the truth.”
"The truth?"
The fat wizard took a big sip of frog juice, with a hint of ridicule in his tone: "The truth is that someone in the school is doing illegal experiments, but the people who can control it don't want to care about it, and the people who can't control it have no clue... What truth can be hidden?
There are so many big names in the school? It’s nothing more than bustling and prosperous!”
"If you can't speak, just speak less!"
Mr. Vampire Werewolf forked another meatball and blocked the fat wizard's mouth. At the same time, he looked at the green mucus dripping from the corner of his mouth with disgust: "This is a bar, can't you drink something normal?"
"Some people drink water, some drink blood, and some drink orange juice. Why am I abnormal!" The fat wizard was indignant, paused the empty cup in his hand, and shouted to the waiter behind the bar: "Come again.
A glass of frog juice! It needs to be warm! Don’t have any meat residue in it!”
Dylan rolled his eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something, looked around and squinted slightly.
"Have you noticed that there are a lot of customers drinking ordinary drinks like orange juice and apple juice in the bar today?" He shook the wine glass in his hand and suddenly lost confidence: "Did you see the sign when you just entered?
?We must have entered the Sakura Tavern, right?”
"Are you drunk too?" Fatty Xin blinked with curiosity on his face.
"Of course it's Sakura Tavern, sir."
This sentence was answered by the bartender behind the bar.
The waiters at the Sakura Tavern are all witches from the North District. They have long shiny silver hair, which is the most popular hair color among the witches in the North District. After hearing the vampire werewolf's unconfident inquiry, he replied with a smile: "As for everyone,
We all have drinks because the Great Sage will come down later and have two drinks."
While she was talking, she had already poured a full glass of frog juice for the fat wizard.
"Please enjoy."
The witch nodded slightly and turned to entertain other guests.
The great sage in her mouth was Korma, the great wizard of the North District. Dylan suddenly realized why so many people drank fruit juice instead of Kraken Rum - because no one wanted to be rude in front of a great wizard -
Guests from the First University will not, nor will the North District wizards who can enter this tavern.
The ignorant Forgiveness Hunting Team rushed in recklessly and treated the place like an ordinary tavern.
"Did you hear that, Brother Zha!"
Dylan turned around, grabbed Zheng Qing's arm and shook it: "Senior Colma will be here later. Stop drinking. Don't you want to inquire about things related to crows... Hiss, you are already drunk.
?”
The face of the young public-funded student whose arm he was shaking was red and his eyes were groggy. After Dylan let go of his hand, he swayed where he sat, then flopped down on the bar, and fell asleep in just a second.
It’s really easy to get drunk if you drink alcohol on an empty stomach.
…
...Lan
When Zheng Qing fell on the table, he didn't feel any pain, only a slight blur.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was standing at the entrance of Gusuo Street. It was already dark. Above his head was a silvery-white full moon, which illuminated everything around him. The street that was bustling during the day was silent at the moment, except for the gate tower.
The hanging wooden sculpture of Gu opened its round eyes and looked around vigilantly.
Hula la.
A huge shadow passed overhead.
Zheng Qing raised his head and happened to see an owl returning from hunting, passing lightly above the gatehouse. It held a fat mouse in its talons, almost as big as a rabbit.
The wizard hammered his head and took a breath.
He clearly remembered that he was drinking with his companions at the Sakura Tavern. Why did it suddenly become late at night? Why was he standing alone on the street? Where were the others? Lan
The weather was still very cold in January, and the exhaled breath seemed to bloom in the moonlight like a white line, and then it was wrapped in fresh air and then rolled back. The coolness was so refreshing that it made the young wizard shiver subconsciously.
Ta,ta,ta.
The crisp footsteps seemed slow but urgent. One second they were far away, and the next second they seemed to have arrived behind Zheng Qing. Before he could turn around, he felt a pungent burning sensation coming from all directions, and his whole body
It was like being thrown into acid.
This familiar feeling immediately awakened the wizard's memory from long ago.