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"Burgundy devil?"
I tilted my head and thought for a long time before I remembered that this seemed to be the nickname of the old drunkard when she was young. It seemed very impressive, and it was also the only information I knew about her past.
"Can you tell me specifically, what does the burgundy devil mean? Otherwise, I don't know what to do.
After thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't let go of such a good opportunity to inquire, so I asked quickly.
"Yes, if you don't tell me, how will you know?"
This mysterious elf man in red clothes and white hair sighed softly with his eyes lost.
"How to describe it? The burgundy devil, the red cape and ponytail Chang An is like the most beautiful Sac crystal red wine, flowing with the luster of rubies, the blood-stained concubine sitting on the mainland On the throne, she looked down at the ants under her feet with contempt, killing people like hemp. The arrogant and arrogant queen
"Etc., etc,"
I covered my dizzy forehead and stretched out my hand precariously to stop this guy from continuing to read the lines that made my stomach churn.
"Are you sure you're talking about this guy?"
I rummaged in the inventory for a while, and finally took out a portrait, which dangled in front of the mysterious red elf man. "Sorry, I read it wrong again, it was the mysterious red elf man."
The portrait shows a lifelike scene of an old drunkard standing on the wine table in an independent posture and letting out wine. There are messy bottles and dishes around the table that were kicked away by her, and they are standing under the table. He was leaning on a cane and stretched out his old hand trembling slightly. He wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop him. He looked like he was scared but wanted to speak. His face was covered with bitter wrinkles and tears. He was a hotel owner who was over 100 years old and had gray hair. . There are also adventurers who are crawling and rolling, scurrying around in fear of being shunned, and the soft bar maid, which is what this picture wants to express. In the old society, the high-ranking officials got drunk and made trouble, preyed on the common people, oppressed the common people, and took advantage of women from good families? His cruel side that does all kinds of evil is perfectly highlighted.
From the hint of the painter's vivid and refreshing mood in the painting, we can see that the old man who painted this portrait must have been oppressed by the old drunkard. Just showing this portrait to Akala, I I can guarantee that the old drunkard will be sent to mine for at least three years by the angry Akala.
Below the portrait, there are a few lines of words, which were discussed and decided by me and more than a dozen of Rogge’s bar owners.
First of all, in the middle of the journey, there are three blood-red characters that are shocking: Wanted! This was written by a bar owner who had failed to collect debts for ten years. He bit his fingers in anger and wrote it with his own blood.
By the way. Although this kind of behavior is indeed very heroic, many bar owners shout that he is really heroic. But afterwards, because the bite wound was not treated in time, it became infected, and the medical expenses cost five or six gold coins, and the old drunkard owed him only more than three gold coins in total for the wine."
Of course, I think this account must still be charged to the old drunkard, and this fact has fully demonstrated that the debt collection behavior against the old drunkard is no longer just a matter of money. But it has risen to a battle of dignity between more than a dozen bar owners as an operator, and as Rogge’s third stingy himself. To put it simply, this is a battle of dignity between the third stingy of the camp and a dozen or so iron rooster bosses against the second stingy of the camp. A declaration of challenge issued by our position, if we win, we will be the second stingiest person in the camp from now on.
Well, having said that, this is really not a title worthy of making people happy."
Underneath the notice is naturally some information about the old drunkard.
Race: Approximately human
Gender: If a woman treats her as an ordinary woman, you will lose.
Age: Unknown but definitely an old woman
Hobby: wine! liquor! liquor! It seems that I can use wine to lure her out and arrest her.
Below is a narrative.
"The above-mentioned prisoner is heavily in debt and has not repaid the money he owes. I, the elder of the alliance and the druid Wu Fan, who is also the debtor and creditor, have decided after discussing with more than ten other creditors for a month that anyone can arrest this person and order him to pay back the debt. money, half of the debt repayment can be taken as
Originally, I planned to choose an auspicious day to post this bait order on the alliance bulletin board in the camp market. Unexpectedly, I was disturbed by the marriage and forgot about it for a while. But it happened to be that I can get it now. Come out and use it.
"Mysterious man in red" Ah, it's really too much trouble, so I'll just call you Hong. If you don't want to tell me your name, then I'll call you Hong without mercy!!
Hong's eyes were fixed on the portrait, and he didn't know if he wanted to laugh. Still feeling pain and sadness, the handsome face that looked a bit like the super fine prince, but looked more like a mature young woman killer, was slightly distorted, and he clenched his teeth with the sparkling teeth that only appeared in toothpaste advertisements.
Um? With this description, I noticed that this guy and the super fine prince are really similar. Could they be relatives?
"No, absolutely not
After staring for several minutes, Hong seemed to have gotten rid of something. He staggered back a few steps, pressed his forehead with his thumb and index finger, and denied firmly.
Right, no, how is it possible? How can we "wear a red cloak and have long hair tied into a ponytail like the most beautiful Sac crystal red wine, flowing with the luster of rubies. The one sitting on the blood-stained throne at the top of the continent. Use contempt His eyes looked down at the ants under his feet. "The murderous, arrogant queen" is connected with the drunken old woman in the portrait in front of her?
Let's analyze it. The red cloak is correct, but the old drunkard's is a dirty red cloak. It is said to be a mass-produced product. I always have hundreds of spare ones at home. I once broke one, and it was still there. He tried to blackmail me with the ridiculous excuse of "this red cloak contains countless stories and is priceless to me". "※
Then there is the one tied into a ponytail, like that one with a drink? I seem to have heard it from Feeney. It is said to be the most precious wine secretly stored by the elves. Anyway, let’s ignore this for now. How can we combine the old drunkard’s shoulder-length red hair that hasn’t been washed for who knows how many days, and the ruby ponytail? Are the cute and cute settings linked together?
As for the so-and-so queen, she was just joking. I think she was sitting on a bottle of wine. He must be the drunk devil with a trance-like look and a ridiculous posture.
All in all, this is definitely the most ridiculous joke I have heard in the past few years. If the old drunkard is the person in the red mouth, then my family's dry food reserve is that little golden retriever who overestimates his capabilities. Maybe it’s a golden dragon, hahahahaha
"That's right, it's her, but it's not her. So, what I want now is for you to turn this self-destructive waste into the majestic queen you used to be!!"
After calming down, Kurenai said in a decisive tone.
"Wait a minute, did I hear you right? There's nothing wrong with my ears. Turn an old drunkard into" like this? "
I looked at red with the eyes of aliens, and suddenly remembered something, rolled up the portrait of the old drunkard, and then carefully took out the other portrait.
It is a picture that seems to be flowing with blood.
The gray sky, the earth full of fresh blood, corpses scattered everywhere, and several monotonous colors perfectly outline the atmosphere of the battlefield. Looking at this painting, one can smell the strong smell of blood with one's nose.
In the center of the battlefield, there was a mountain of corpses piled high. Looking upward, a ray of golden light fell from the gray sky and shone on the top of the mountain of corpses.
In the wisps of golden light, stood a tall figure, the golden armor stained with the blood of the enemy wrapped around the slender and plump female body, with a faint blood-red battlefield wind, and the golden armor tied into a ponytail shone like gold. Her beautiful long hair is raised high, like a standing golden flag that exudes aloofness.
When the eyes adapt to the golden ray of light in the gray battlefield, a beautiful and flawless face with a proud color will make this ray of light appear in the gray world like an oasis in the desert heavy. The comparison went on.
With a confident, arrogant, and cruel smile, she inserted the golden spear with blood still on the back of a corpse at her feet. She looked down at the corpses under the mountain of corpses, the golden beauty. There was a trace of satisfaction in his pupils.
The contemptuous and proud eyes seemed to be inadvertently looking beyond the portrait. Those surrounding the mountain of corpses where she stood were holding trembling weapons and looking up at the approaching warriors with fear and admiration.
So proud, so beautiful, as if she was the only color left in the sky and on earth.
That look, that heroic posture, makes people involuntarily think of the sentence "Battlefield Rose", lonely, confident, and arrogant, like a superior slay queen. The red petals she blooms can only be watered with blood. Become more beautiful and charming.
Yes, the woman in this portrait is Sister Sharna. I remember it was a few years ago, um. It was one day not long after the tournament. I forced my sister to paint it. At that time, the old painter was scared, "This is the famous Queen Rogge. I'm afraid that if the tip of my pen is slightly crooked, the heads of the whole family will be divided."
However, the result is quite good. Although my sister didn't say anything, I could tell that she seemed quite sincere and asked me to keep it well and to take it out and look at it every day, otherwise the consequences would be serious.
Except for the portrait of Sister Sharna. There are also Willas, Little Sarah Ghost, Linya, Lena, Little Fox, etc. Each of them has drawn several pictures, which I carefully kept in the most important corner of the inventory, together with the Amulet and the Perfect Gem. Place it together with the general rejuvenation potion.
From this, it can be seen that compared with Bai Lang, the dead sister-controlling and sultry man who only puts Lena's small portrait in his necklace, I am much more upright and have much higher taste.
However, what makes me more depressed is Princess Sanwu. Although I took her to the old painter several times to paint, the final portrait only showed the scenery behind her, with only one missing. Dahuoren, the old painter was also very puzzled. He claimed that when he was concentrating on painting, the figure of Princess Sanwu became blurry and transparent for some reason, and his attention was unknowingly focused on the scenery behind. .
Later, I kept thinking that maybe Princess Sanwu is more suitable for the word ghost than Little Ghost.
Therefore, the only part of the portrait that is missing is Princess Sanwu, but this little Loli princess is not very sad. Instead of the portrait, she stuffed a lot of books for me, so that I can read them from time to time and think of her. Indeed, just one glance at it will instantly remind you of it. After all, this is the only one in the entire continent. Well, I don’t need to explain the contents of these books.
Oh, and there was also a pair of white panties that she said she wore for two days.
This little one completely treated me like a pervert. Did she think I would be happy to give me such a good thing? I get nosebleeds every day! !
Later, the classmate Alice, the Saint, learned about this and tried to follow suit, but finally gave up because for her, having to wear underwear for two days in a row really made her feel more sleepy than rubbing her face.
Ahem, the topic seems to be getting further and further. Let's get back to the topic. Kanhong stared at the portrait of Sister Sharna in his hand, with an expression of ecstasy recalling the past, and I quickly put the portrait away vigilantly.
Oops, this guy probably won't fall in love with someone else. He must be attracted to Sister Sharna.
"Like, so similar."
He muttered to himself in despair, and after a while, Hong seemed to wake up.
"Although they are similar, they are not the same as that burgundy devil." Damn, you girl! !
Seeing that this bastard actually compared an old woman like an old drunkard with Sister Sharna, and she was a little worse, I almost couldn't help but kick her. At least I still remembered that he was the same as the old drunkard, a master of the same level, which I couldn't afford to offend now.
But that's fine, at least it seems that Sister Sharna doesn't have any intentions, so let him continue to be obsessed with the old drunkard who only exists in fantasy.
I was secretly relieved, although I didn't think Hong could do it with his damn handsome face. Any threat to my relationship with Sister Sharna, the bond between our siblings. It's not something that can be compared to handsomeness, but after all, if a field-level expert is thinking about him, he will feel worried in his heart. What if this guy is too soft to be too hard?
"Let me confirm your deal. You are right to let me turn that old drunkard into this."
"Yes, that's probably it." Hong smiled and nodded.
Without saying a word, I regarded his rich dark gold equipment and perfect stone as if they were nothing, turned around and walked away.
Just kidding, let me turn an old drunkard into the image of Sister Sharna. Why don't you let me turn a dead dog into a golden dragon? Even if a divine weapon were placed in front of me, I would not be moved because it is simply impossible to do it.
Lanster watched the other party's figure leave without stopping him, because he also knew that this was one. An impossible task.
Although she is no longer the same person, she is still her, and no one can change her unless she wants to.
No matter how much your personality and temperament change. But only the trace of pride hidden deep in the soul will not disappear, nor can anyone touch or change it.
"It failed."
A laughing taunt came from the top of the tree. Lanster looked up and saw that at some point, Kasha was already sitting on it, leaning against the trunk of the tree, drinking and looking down at him.
"Oh my, I originally wanted to tease that kid, but I didn't expect that he was not stupid enough and was not tempted."
Lanster shrugged his shoulders, showing a helpless expression.
Judge, follower, you are too attached to the past. Be careful, I'll kill you if you don't like it. "
She was sloppy and wiped the wine stain on the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. Kasha tilted her head slightly and looked at Lanster from the corner of her eye. Her gaze became sharper as her eyes narrowed slightly. Some.
Lanster was stunned for a long time before sighing. He raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling what he was tasting, and spoke.
"Little follower" I haven't heard this word in how many years. I thought you had forgotten it. "
After a pause, Lanster turned his back to Kasha, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him from the side.
"Although, maybe you have your reasons, but for me, who has fallen in love with that burgundy devil, such a reason is too cruel. So"
With a self-deprecating smile, Lanster closed his eyes.
"So, no matter what this time, I will be willful for once. If you want to kill, then go ahead and die in your hands. It is better than waiting for the passage of time and the boring death of aging. It makes me feel much happier."
After saying that, Lanster strode away. Even as he said, he shut down all his senses as a super master, leaving Kasha with an unsuspecting back. It was as if he was saying - I have done it. Be prepared, come and kill if you want.
If Kasha was willing and aimed a powerful blow at the back, Lanster would definitely be dead.
Of course, it is impossible for Kasha to do this. Even if she takes a hundred steps back, she has this idea, but she must also take into account the relationship between the alliance and the elves. You know, although not many people in the entire elves know the existence of Lanster, But his status is unquestionable, even higher than Lehmann.
"Oh, is it so difficult to live a relaxed life? Sometimes I really envy that boy."
After muttering softly, Kasha disappeared on the spot.
At this time, I was facing a severe test.
As soon as I returned to the banquet, I was blocked by two little girls, Tia and Beja.
"Wow, I caught you, Fanfancan"
Before I could react, Tia teleported before my eyes, holding her arms tightly with both hands and pressing the soft and plump bulge on her chest.
Unfortunately, I am not in the mood to enjoy the pleasure of sex on my arms. The words "mischief" are clearly written on the faces of these two little girls.
Wow, has even kind-hearted Tia been taught bad things?
While keeping Tia in check, Beya quickly came up and stood on the other side and held me firmly. He and Tia formed a terrifying tactic of attacking from both sides.
However, Beja, this elf beauty. She was never as careless as Tia, who didn't know how to take precautions between men and women. She just grabbed my wrist with both hands. That's it, her pretty and cute face was also stained with a layer of rosy. She probably rarely got so close to the opposite sex.
"You... what do you want to do?"
He saw two little girls smiling at him. I couldn't help showing an expression of fear. When Bea took out a bottle of wine from nowhere, the fear in my heart immediately turned into despair.
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