This time is slightly earlier than the best time for the pub's business. But in the Thorn Flower Tavern, the low-pitched laughter of people had been mixed together, giving the whole pub a "buzzing" background sound. The aroma of various wines was mixed together, and Agnes couldn't help but vomit. Take a breath - for people at sea, yellow wine seems to be a necessity, just like hats and canes for the gentlemen of Loen, jeweled roses for the ladies of Intis, and music and dance for most people. of Feneport.
Agnes casually avoided the blond drunk man leaning in the aisle and smelled of alcohol, and looked at the man next to her who was holding a glass of sparkling wine and drinking.
"Mr. Okefa." Agnes sat down opposite the man, casually took off the gray plaid wide-brimmed hat on her head and placed it on the table. She cast her eyes on the cup of light yellow wine that looked like the sunset. The wine liquid and fine bubbles are adsorbed on the wall of the glass, giving it a hazy and transparent texture.
Feineport sparkling wine, Agnes withdrew her gaze and looked at the man who nodded to her.
"I thought the taverns on the sea would prefer spirits more," Agnes curled her lips and whispered, "It seems that the boss here has a good impression of you."
"It's just because he and I were old acquaintances when we were in Feneport." Okfa said with a slightly wry smile.
"What about you now?" Agnes relaxed her body, leaned back in the chair, and put a smile on her voice, "What are you going to do at sea?"
"I joined some fixed teams of treasure hunters." Okfa rubbed the wall of the cup with his thumb and looked at Agnes and asked.
"Treasure hunter," Agnes raised her eyebrows, "it seems you have an adventurous heart."
"Every Feneportian who has heard the songs of the bards and seen the Flamenco dance of the Disi dancers will want to conquer the fortress alone." Oakfa shrugged.
"Perhaps she will also look forward to kissing her lover among the kumquat flowers." Agnes said with a wink.
"Oh, maybe the Intis people will be more likely to take such action." Okfa raised his eyebrows.
Agnes laughed out loud, "I think they took action directly, and there is no need for 'yearning'."
Okefa laughed as Agnes laughed.
"Okay, Mr. Okefa, I have a question." Agnes finally restrained her smile for a long time. She shrugged, sat up straight, bent her left arm, and put the back of her hand lightly on her cheek. She said it in an extremely soft-sounding accent, using the Feneport language that she had not used for a long time.
"Will you return to Feneport in the future?" She leaned her body slightly towards Oakfa and asked in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.
When Okfa heard Agnes's words, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then his expression almost didn't change.
"To be honest, I haven't thought about this problem yet," he shrugged slightly and answered Agnes's question in a self-ridiculing tone, "it's still too early now, I'm just a person who is good at A doctor who grows plants on board to improve everyone’s lives.”
"Maybe one day I will die in a certain adventure," he cast his gaze on the wine glass in his hand and spoke softly, "This is a normal thing, isn't it?"
"It is indeed a normal thing," Agnes nodded in agreement, she stared at Okfa for a few seconds, and then sighed with emotion, "None of us can say clearly what will happen in the future. "
"So, people at sea prefer to only look at the present." Okfa said with a smile.
"Indeed, we should pay more attention to the present," Agnes said, "So what do you want?"
She moved her eyes to the drunken man leaning aside and raised her eyebrows, "Is this a member of your team?"
She stared for a while and then suddenly said: "An 'arsonist'?"
"Oh, yes, Ms. Boethia." Okfa was stunned for a moment and nodded.
Agnes did not remove her gaze from the drunkard, nor did she speak in response to Okefa's words.
The drunkard leaning aside turned his body crookedly in Agnes's sight, and suddenly turned his head to look at Agnes.
"Miss Shrike, if you continue to look at me, I will think that you are fascinated by my ordinary and handsome face."
Agnes raised her eyebrows and looked at the person who had not shown her face before. This is an extremely young-looking man with short blond hair and emerald green eyes. You can tell at a glance that he must be from the Northern Continent.
He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, but he had a bohemian artistic atmosphere. Agnes had seen a lot of similar feelings in the Musicians Association of Feneport, but from the calluses on his hands It seems that he has never picked up a musical instrument.
"Actually, I only saw your hair that hasn't been washed for a week." Agnes casually moved her wide-brimmed hat to a different position and said calmly.
"Actually, I just washed it yesterday," the man said with a shrug, "but once it rained, it was all in vain."
Agnes curled her lips and suddenly asked: "'Shrike'?"
"The nickname given to you by the pirates." The man said. He paused for a while and seemed to be hesitant to speak. Okefa next to him looked at the man's reaction. His face suddenly changed and he reached out to cover the man's chest. mouth.
The man reached out and pulled away Okefa's hand that covered his mouth, and hooked one hand around Okefa's neck. The "doctor" leaned towards the man with an almost twisted look on his face.
"Don't worry, Okefa, I'm not going to say anything," the man said, looking down at Okefa. He raised his head to look at Agnes, showing a bright smile, "I'm just going to explain to this young lady what she is." nickname."
"It seems like you have a good relationship." Agnes looked at the two people's postures thoughtfully and leaned back on the chair.
"In fact, I would rather give him a shot of medicine that can poison mutes, no matter what kind." Okfa reached out with some difficulty to push away the man's hand on his shoulder, and said harshly.
At least she was still mute. Agnes raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
She was silent for a while and then said: "I think it would be easy for people with 'Hunter' companions to reach some consensus..."
"For example, the job of negotiation must not be left to him, even if he seems to be qualified enough when he doesn't speak?"
