Wouldn't "that" be too pitiful? "
Seeing Feini being dragged away, the kind-hearted Tia couldn't bear it.
"There's no way. That's the mission she was born to bear."
He patted Tia on the shoulder, sighed heavily, and added in his heart that yes, this is the mission of the Tragedy Emperor.
She nodded in understanding, but Tia's eyes were obviously still troubled.
"However, the adventurers here in Fanfan are really interesting. I have never seen such interesting adventurers."
This kind of trouble. It didn't last long for Tia, who was naturally energetic. Soon, she showed a cheerful expression again, tilted her head, tapped her lips and smiled.
Oh, do you mean the chaos just now?
"I made you laugh. I didn't expect those guys to act like little kids." I shrugged helplessly.
"wrong"
Tia smiled. He shook his head slightly.
"I think it's because of Fanfan that they become like this."
I didn't understand the meaning of Luo Ya's words for a moment, so I looked at him in confusion.
"What should I say?"
After looking thoughtful for a while, Tia finally seemed to find the right words and patted her palms lightly.
"It's just like Fanfan said before about complaining. Although I don't fully understand what complaining means. But I can feel that Fanfan always exudes a very approachable atmosphere. People can't help but complain. oh."
Tia finished speaking with a smile, stretched, thought for a moment, looked over with bright and bright eyes, and added one last sentence.
"Wherever Fanfan is, there will be smiles!!"
A rant? ! !
I was dumbfounded for a moment. Could it be that the final fusion of my tragedy aura, daddy aura, and protagonist aura was the complaining aura?
This is too tragic, bastard! !
After chatting with Tia for a while, Oona appeared again, holding Green Forest Bar’s signature dish. There is also fruit wine from the elves.
Recently, the relationship between humans and elves has been warming up, and trade between the two parties has been very frequent. The fruit wine and works of art brewed by the elves are deeply loved by humans, and humans are very creative in all kinds of supplies. It has also brought a lot of convenience to the elves. The meaning of the two small glasses of fruit wine in Oona's hands has already condensed the fruits of the good relationship between the two peoples.
"I'm really sorry for causing trouble to you two adults. Here, I can only do what I can do as compensation. All your purchases at the Green Forest Bar today are free. I hope you won't despise this insignificant amount. of thanks.”
After leaving the fruit wine and lunch, Oona bowed lightly. The maid smile on her face, even though it was still formulaic, was still very beautiful. She was worthy of being rated as a bar maid in Kurast by adventurers. One of the great beauties.
As for why I say it was once, I don’t know if you have heard of the saying: Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color. Ever since Fini, the stunning transvestite, there have been no more comments about bar maids and beauties.
"By the way, Oona, where is...Fini?"
As Feeney's stop. Cousin Zhai, no matter how you say it, you should show a little concern in front of outsiders. It is definitely not because of gossip or the mood of watching a good show. With this thought, when Oona was about to leave, I suddenly asked aloud.
After a moment of departure, Oona turned around slightly and bowed, her face filled with enthusiasm. Her elegant and gentle beautiful smile makes people think, "Ah, she must be a young lady from a noble family. She has to work in a place like this because her family has fallen into decline."
"Sir, please don't worry, Fini is still alive."
"Still alive?" This is such an ambiguous and terrifying statement. What does it mean? What on earth did you do to Feini?!
Considering that the process is likely to be extremely bloody, and there is Tia on the side. Although she is actually in her twenties, her character is still innocent and bright due to long years of isolation. She still doesn’t know the most terrifying thing about human beings. The enemy was not the forces of hell but the little girl from the dark reality of the same kind. I hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the inquiry and stared blankly at Ouna's back that exuded a beautiful aura and disappeared around the corner.
Green Forest Bar's cooking is pretty good, you can tell by looking at the grease on little girl Tia's mouth. After swallowing the last piece of lamb chop with sauce. I picked up the fruit wine and tasted it carefully.
There are many kinds of fruit wine among the elves, but for elves who like elegance and freshness, most of them still stick to the glass of fruit wine that they have in their hands now, which has a lower concentration and a pleasant sweet and mellow taste, of course. As the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and the elves also have drunkards, and there are quite a few of them, so they can also buy fruit wine with a higher concentration.
As a homebody. I'm not a big fan of wine, these little tidbits. A few years ago, when I brought fruit wine back from Kurast to bribe an old drunkard, she forced it into my head. She just hoped that I could bring back fruit wine that would be more suitable for her taste next time.
Sip gently. When held in the throat, it feels fresh and sweet, and can even make people feel the taste of elegance. It immediately spread in the mouth and throat, and even I, who didn't like drinking, was deeply fascinated by it.
Just me and Tia. While leisurely enjoying the digestion time after lunch, there was a sudden commotion outside, in the noisy outer area.
By the way, I would like to explain that the secret room that Feini made secretly is located at the corner that separates the outer area and the inner area. Therefore, sitting here, you can not only see the scene in the outer area, but also have a panoramic view of the inner area. If you don't like the noise, there is a small magic circle not far away. Just pour a little mana into it. The soundproof barrier will be activated.
have to say. This transvestite has very good taste.
Now, this good taste makes us pay attention to the movement outside.
The commotion caused by Feeney and I has long since subsided. With Fini unknown to where Oona had hidden her, she never appeared again. Part of her bodyguards also returned in disappointment. Dozens of people cheered and left, finally leaving the empty hair in the outer area less suffocating. stuffy.
However, although it is a bit far-fetched to describe it as just leaving the wolf's den and entering the tiger's den again, the scene at this time is indeed the case. The departure of dozens of adventurers did not bring peace to others for too long. The free space attracted some guys even scarier than those dozens of adventurers.
Even though these guys I'm talking about are actually only two of them.
Two figures. A tall and straight woman, one could immediately tell at a glance that the other person's occupation was Amazon. Her burgundy shoulder-length hair and burgundy cape were so eye-catching. In the dimly lit bar, her Appearing like a blazing fire suddenly ignited.
Another figure was just like... Han. Only a little over a meter tall, he looked like a short tree stump covered in muscles. Regardless of his iconic height or beard, he was a dwarf.
Together, these two guys are countless times more powerful than dozens of adventurers. That's right, they won't change for decades. The Amazon with burgundy shoulder-length hair and a cape is an old drunkard and a stocky dwarf. It is the "former" dwarf king Muradin.
Oh my God, the two of them actually got together. Will Kurast be destroyed?
I slapped my forehead in disbelief. The Green Forest Bar at this moment, the moment the two of them stepped in, had become a fat and tender lamb being stared at by two hungry wolves.
"It's Lord Kasha,"
There are constant whispers from adventurers in the bar, unless they are wild adventurers. Otherwise, no one would know the name of one of the two villains in the camp, an old drunkard who is also the chief instructor of the students. Who doesn't know? It's simply infamous.
"Look, Short Winter Melon, this is the real difference in our reputations."
Seeing that most of the adventurers in the bar were looking at him with "awe", the old drunkard couldn't help but feel proud, not knowing that his current fame was completely based on negative information and impressions, or even if he knew her Don't care either.
"Hmph, this is the territory of your Adventurer Alliance. What's the point of being proud of being named? If you have the ability, go to my dwarf king's city and see who is more popular."
Muradin snorted heartily, with his large dwarven beard trembling.
No, even if you get to the Dwarf King's City, you, the short winter melon, will just get countless negative comments like an old drunkard.
In the secret room, I heard the conversation between the two people and secretly complained.
In this way, a current elder of the alliance and a former dwarf king of the dwarf tribe found a table in the outer area and stared at each other.
"Dwarf Winter Melon, you have been doing well recently. Judging from your moist face, you must have a lot of gems in your pocket. How about you? Don't think about greeting me, a poor elder.
nice one. The old drunkard went straight to the point as soon as he sat down and asked for a treat. His shamelessness was so thick that it was difficult for Baldu to conquer him.
"In Kurast, you are the host and I am the guest. Of course, the host must entertain the guests. When I have time to come to the Dwarf King's City in the future, I will greet you properly and without any ambiguity."
Muradin wrinkled his old face full of bronze texture and said with a smile, saying "Host and Guest", and then threw out the nihilistic bait of coming to the Dwarf King's City as a guest in the future, pushing back the ball kicked by the old drunkard. .
Don't forget, this guy is the old enemy of Farah, the stingy guy in the camp. His stinginess is outrageous, even worse than that of the old drunkard.
"If everyone has different opinions, it's better to compete." The old drunkard geared up.
"You want to compete with us dwarves in drinking capacity, you drunkard. You deserve admiration for your foolish courage."
Muradin burst into laughter. Who doesn't know that all dwarves are drunkards, and the wine they brew is one of the strongest in the entire Dark Continent.
"Boss, give me the strongest wine, a big bucket of wine!!"
When two drunkards meet, they only need to communicate at the wine table." Anxious Muradin slapped the table and shouted loudly. Even if he had controlled the force, the solid black wooden table also made a shaky, mournful and trembling sound. It had been forged for many years. The smelted dwarf warriors are no more powerful than barbarians.
"I'm coming."
Faced with such bad customers, the bar could only try its best to be satisfied. A young and beautiful maid brought out the wine jar like a fluttering butterfly, and soon the entire table was filled.
If only those adventurers were still here.
The busy maids secretly sighed. Normally, Fini's personal guards would come in a steady stream. The Green Forest Bar was the safest place in Kulastri. Anyone who dared to cause trouble here would have to consider facing him. The anger of the hundreds or thousands of members of Feini's huge personal guard.
Of course, these maids who were born as civilians did not know that the two evil guests in front of them were definitely the biggest rivals they had ever seen in their lives. Even if all of Feini's thousands of personal guards came, they would only be in despair. Leave.
Seeing that the main course was coming, the eyes of the two drunkards were shining. They immediately picked up a jar of wine, tore open the seal, and took a big sip.
"Good wine, Kurast's wine just needs to be better." The old drunkard wiped the corners of his mouth and breathed out a strong breath of alcohol.
"It's good, but it's not strong enough."
Muradin smacked his mouth, his beard trembling constantly, with a hint of regret in his satisfaction.
Looking at each other, the two stopped talking. He raised the wine jar in his hand again and drank sip after sip. It looked like he wanted to drink up the wine, which weighed about five kilograms, in one go.
"good!!"
The adventurers cheered in the bar. Such a heroic competition made their blood boil, especially those adventurers who were also in the bar.
One altar, two altars, three altars, five altars, after five altars, the two of them took a breath and stopped.
Looking at the ten empty wine jars thrown on the ground, all the adventurers, including the maids, were stunned for a while.
Brother fierce general! !
"Huh...huh"
Even if the two of them were the reincarnations of the Drunken Master, after drinking five jars of strong wine in one go, drunkenness appeared on their faces, especially Muradin's old bronze face, which was mixed with the look of wine on his face. The combination becomes a deep red sauce. It looks like an old pickle jar that has been soaked for ten years.
"Wait, I'm going to the toilet...the toilet
After finishing speaking, the guy suppressed his blush, held his pants and let out a scream, and ran straight to the toilet amidst the ridicule of the old drunkard.
Dwarves are no better than barbarians. Even if their drinking capacity is no worse than barbarians, there is a huge difference in their innate physiques. Their stomachs could not hold the same capacity as the savages, so this kind of
.
"I want to fight Lord Benkasha. It's still early for you, a short winter melon."
The old drunkard muttered drunkenly, and his smiling eyes fell back on the remaining jars of wine on the table. He picked up another jar, opened the seal, and started to sip it.
She can't lose this game. There were more than a dozen jars of wine on the table, but they were all fine wines. Even if the hundred gold coins she got from Lal yesterday were not used at all, she still couldn't afford them.
That's right, this is an all-or-nothing game that must not be lost.
He slowly sipped and sipped until half the jar was gone. Even the old drunkard, who was drunk and his brain was not very clear, also discovered something was wrong.
What about the Muradins? Could it be that he fell into the toilet?
Although the old drunkard was extremely willing to have this outcome, it was obviously impossible as his drunken brain was spinning at high speed. She finally came up with the most likely outcome.
Muradin is so old and shameless that he actually peed away! !
I’m depressed. The network is extremely unstable today. I only have 4,000 words left. I’ll finish the 7,000 words tomorrow.
