When Wu Ke came back from buying Bing Kuo Luo, what he saw was a scene of two people having a fierce duel using games.
And there were two different people standing next to them. On the blond brother's side was the man who was following him just now.
At this moment, the other party was staring at the screen in front of the blond man with a pair of dead fish eyes.
As for the red-haired uncle.
"Come on, hurry up, kill him, Rider..."
A very energetic young man was encouraging the red-haired uncle.
"Don't disturb me..."
However, the other party may have added kerosene.
Wu Ke did not go up directly, but stood aside and waited for a while. After the duel was over, he walked over and handed the Bing Kuo Luo in his hand to Gilgamesh.
"Here, blond brother, your Bingkuoluo."
Gilgamesh had just won a game with Iskandar and was in a very good mood. He took the Bing Kuo Luo and praised him casually: "You are quite fast!"
Wu Ke scratched his head, is he fast?
In fact, he waited in line for a while just to check out.
If he didn't delay, he should be able to defeat the red-haired uncle in three games and six in the time he spent queuing.
He quietly glanced at the screen next to him and found that the red-haired man actually had a winning round.
Judging from the remaining time in the third game and the remaining health of the character controlled by the blond brother...
Well, these two people must have gone through an extremely cruel battle before deciding the winner with difficulty.
"Hey, bald boy, don't I?" After recovering from his failure, Iskandar shouted to him.
"What's there?" Wu Ke didn't respond.
"What you gave the blond guy." Iskandar said, pointing to the kora held in Gilgamesh's hand.
"Hmph, this is my only drink!" Gilgamesh mocked, then opened the lid of the ice cream and took a sip.
The ancient king who tasted Bingkuoluo for the first time frowned at first, then raised it, and slurped again. He drank the entire bottle of Bingkuoluo before he put down the empty bottle and licked it. Licking his lips.
"I didn't expect that this cheap thing actually tastes pretty good, even comparable to some high-end drinks!"
Please don’t compare Kuoluo with high-end wine. Those wines in the church cellar that you drink will make them cry!
Kotomine Kirei didn't say this, but from the corners of his eyes that were twitching wildly, you could understand his current mood. This was the first time that he felt sad and worthless for something!
"But why is there only such a small amount? This thing is different from wine. You should drink it freely. How can such a small amount be enough?!"
Gilgamesh, who had tasted happy water for the first time, actually directly understood the correct way to drink happy water. He held up the empty bottle and asked Wu Ke with some dissatisfaction: "Is my help so cheap? "
Wu Ke: "..."
What this guy said makes perfect sense, and I can’t even refute it!
Thinking of this, he turned around and took action: "I'll buy it again..."
The voice hesitated for a moment and confirmed the unit behind: "Come here with a box!"
"That's pretty much it."
Gilgamesh was pleased with his attitude.
"Uncle red-haired man, I will bring you a bottle by the way." Wu Ke did not forget to say to the red-haired Iskandar before running out.
"Hey, is there only one bottle?" Iskandar muttered, looking at his leaving figure.
"Hmph, you didn't even get to drink, so thank me!" Gilgamesh said, crossing his arms.
"The bald boy invited me, why should I thank you?" Iskandar said to him rudely.
"Didn't you hear what he said was by the way? You were by the way, you were following my convenience!"
There's nothing wrong with Gilgamesh's logic.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!"
"Didn't I win?"
"You just beat me in this game, and you have to beat me in one more game to be considered as beating me in this game."
Iskandar inserted a marble and shouted loudly: "I want to raise the bet, I want to bet my bottle of ice!"
"Okay!" Gilgamesh also shouted: "I will also add my Ice Kuo Luo!"
"Don't disturb me this time, Master boy." Iskandar said to Weber next to him when he was selecting people.
"Huh?"
Weber's eyes widened, and he said this as if he was the one who caused him to lose.
"It sounds like you lost just now because of the influence of your master." Gilgamesh unexpectedly expressed his feelings, turned to the man next to him and said: "Kirei, don't just stand there stupidly. Now, take the marbles and fight with his master, this time I will give him no excuses!"
Kotomine Kirei was stuffed with a handful of marbles: "..."
. . . .
When Wu Ke came back with a box of Kuoluo in one hand and three bottles of Kuoluo packed in bulk bags in the other hand, the scene of a fierce battle between a pair of people turned into a scene of two pairs of people fighting fiercely.
[What’s so interesting about this? Meaningless things...]
Kotomine Kirei cursed in his heart and tapped the buttons in front of him.
"Oh la oh la oh la..." As his opponent, Weber was enthusiastic and wanton, roaring like this.
He was swinging the joystick in front of him crazily and randomly tapping the buttons next to him, as if he was "beating the old master to death with random punches".
Then, he really beat the 'old master' to death!
"Yeah, I won!"
Weber jumped from his seat.
Kotomine Kirei (｀∧´): "Boy, come again!"
He directly added marbles to the game machine in front of him.
"Come here, I'm afraid of you!"
Things get even more heated.
. . . .
"Bring me the drinks!"
"Pfft..."
The wide cover was opened again.
"Gudong Gudong..."
The person who took a few sips of it quickly put down the empty bottle, continued to swing the rocker in front of him, and flapped the buttons next to it.
"Not enough!"
"Bald boy, have another bottle!"
Before he knew it, Wu Ke became an errand boy, traveling between pachinko parlors and convenience stores.
Due to the intense 'battle situation', more and more people in the Pachinko shop noticed the situation here and gathered around to watch. However, neither Gilgamesh nor Iskandar paid attention.
In the era when there was a tradition of fighting beasts, as kings, they ended up fighting wild beasts and being watched by the people, but it was considered an honorable act to demonstrate their strength.
And this is also true. As servants, their super high reflexes make them look like top game masters in the eyes of ordinary gamers.
"That's awesome, that red-haired man's Zangief!"
"No, no, no, this blond brother's Gale is the best!"
People around are constantly talking...
. . . .
"By the way, we have played this game for more than 60 rounds. Why don't you consider changing the game?" Iskandar asked.
"Yes, you will change it when I win!" Gilgamesh replied.
However, these two people were defeated in the game Street Fighter.
At first, it was Iskandar who lost one to two. Then, he tried to ask: "Win three out of five games?"
Gilgamesh was very arrogant and agreed to such a shameful act without any hesitation. Then he lost three to two and became the best of seven games.
In this cycle, the two men continued to overtake each other, reaching the current level of thirty-three to thirty-four.
And as the sound of victory sounded, it was thirty-four to thirty-four, and the sixty-ninth round began quickly.
