Looking at the beautiful bow, the elf happily hugged the wandering wizard's fingers and made a cheerful sound. The translucent wings on his back were slightly flapped, and the wings were flashing with a charming luster.
"It's okay, it's okay... it's all fine."
The old wizard mumbled, gently stroked her head with his fingertips, but a light gray spell light surged from the palm of his hand. From bottom to top, it was like a hunting snake, slowly sucking it on the elf. The elf who had just recovered slowly closed her eyes in the spell light, and her skin gradually turned gray, but her face still had a gratitude smile.
Zheng Qing, who was watching all this, without saying a word, swung his punch and slammed heavily on the wandering old man's face. His fist was deeply embedded in the old wizard's head. The boy only felt that his fist seemed to be poking into the boiling water, grinning in pain, but the other party was unaware of it.
This gave him a strong sense of frustration that was hit by both spirit and body.
"hypocritical."
Another guest in the box, Crow No. 3, commented with a sharp attitude: "Since you won't give her a way out, why should you treat her injuries? Just to satisfy your absurd presence, or to get that little cheap gratitude?"
The wandering wizard took out a scarf from his pocket and carefully wrapped the elf's gradually stiff body.
"You are the one who killed her."
The old wizard was slow in his movements, and his head was not raised, and his tone was faint: "I really wanted to treat her... If you hadn't appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, she wouldn't have had to die."
When the crow heard this, his momentum was suffocated.
Although the old wizard's words were somewhat sophist, he was not wrong. If he followed the normal contact arrangement between the crow and the wandering wizard, he shouldn't have come here tonight.
The atmosphere in the private room was a bit unsettling. Even the light bugs that didn't have a few nerve tentacles in their bodies felt the gloom in the air, quietly shrank their belly, raised their wings, and dimmed the light in the room.
After a while.
As if he realized that the crow would not speak on his own initiative, the owner of the Wandering Bar put the wrapped elf body into the drawer and was exhausted. Then he looked up at the guest: "So, is there anything you have to come to me tonight?"
Crow No. 3's eyes were a little stiff.
"According to the agreement, you need to provide ten ordinary wizard-level experimental subjects tonight, but the lab news came and only nine received... one less." The sound under the crow's mask was mechanical and cold.
The wandering wizard showed a hint of surprise on his face.
"Is there one missing?"
He pretended to draw out a tarot card and turned it over. A goddess sitting on a stone chair on the card was staring majestic in front of her. She was holding a long sword in her left hand and a balance in her right hand. The "justice" at the bottom of the card looked particularly dazzling in this small box.
"Justice... although you will be late, you will never be absent."
The old wizard leaned his fingers and played the card in a very rude way. The balance on the card swayed violently from side to side. The goddess sitting on the stone chair got up angrily and swung her sword toward the blasphemer outside the card. The next second, the whole card quietly split into two halves, with a smooth section, as if a sword had really slashed.
Then, the owner of the wandering bar looked up at the guest wearing a crow mask and chuckled: "There is a cloud in Zhuangzi. Those who are good at riding fall on horses, those who are good at water drowning in water, those who are good at drinking are drunk in wine, and those who are good at fighting die in killing... Today I do a good job every day, and those who are good at selling slaves should become slaves."
Crow No. 3 stared straight at the old wizard, with dark eyes embedded in the weird mask, which looked particularly terrifying.
"Are you talking about the fat man in the North District? What does he have to do with you..." Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and a bit of thoughtful look appeared in the crow's eyes.
The wandering wizard took a bottle of amber light and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet behind him, poured two glasses of wine, and handed a glass to the guest in front of him: "Remember? That's right... Without my reminder, how could he beg for your experiment... Actually, I didn't lie to him. Your experiment has indeed been able to stabilize the power of the registered wizard level, right?"
"It's just a stable force... lacks the power of reason, and has no value at all." Crow No. 3 took the gloomy gaze.
"It is his greatest value to be able to contribute to the cause of magic theory." The wandering wizard raised his cup and took the initiative to touch the guests, and reminded: "By the way, a cup of amber light and a golden bean... Don't worry, this price is after a discount, and it is definitely the best discount in the whole audience!"
The crow, who had already brought the cup to his mouth, froze his hands.
After a while, he placed the empty cup heavily on the bar, turned around, and left the box. Behind him, a golden bean in the cup stopped trembling.
The sound of golden beans rolling into the wine glass is mixed with the sound of drinking, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, giving people a strong sense of unreality.
Sakura Tavern, in front of the bar.
Zheng Qing, who was sleeping drunk on the table, suddenly raised his head. Although his face was still red, his eyes were particularly clear, as if the night sky after the rain was visible.
Wandering wizard, crow mask, Gu Diao Street, fat wizard, white fog, night, etc., if everything in the dream is swept by the tide, the beach castle is rapidly disintegrating, he has returned to reality at some point.
The boy wiped his wet forehead and his eyes gradually became focal.
"Repent the sin!"
He yelled, reached out and pulled out the copper-plate scripture stuffed in the gray bag - he had to do something while the memory he witnessed in his mind was still clear.
The Blue Bird holding the sword, the Fatty Xin who was drinking frog juice, Dylan who was shaking the wine glass, and Xiao Xiao, who was blue because of drinking too much Siren Rum, all looked at his captain who was suddenly fucked, and saw the Dharma book he opened.
"Catch him!"
Zheng Qing's voice was loud and his eyes were clear. He stared at a fat wizard wearing a beautiful robe in the corner of the Sakura Tavern, and repeated clearly: "Catch that fat man!"
The fat wizard was clinking cups with several companions, with a gentle smile on his bare face. He was on the same table with the North District wizard with the same ruby ring on his hands, a school worker from the First University, a chamber of commerce wizard in black robes, and a mysterious man with a face hidden under his hood.
Perhaps because he noticed the little commotion in front of the bar, the fat wizard tilted his head and looked at the young public student in surprise.
"Ge Qi is tired!"
Zheng Qing roared, and several vines with the help of their kind hanging from the ceiling became thicker and longer, like nooses, twisting towards the fat wizard from all directions.
In the small tavern, there were screams everywhere.