The drunken mercenaries instantly forgot all the previous unhappiness. They were bragging wildly, shaking the unconscious Quill, and shouted into his ear: "Be happy, don't think about it!"
"Dude, ditch the women! Let the alcohol take over you now!"
"Otherwise, brother, I'll feel aggrieved and satisfy you first. Come on, give me a kiss!"
This sentence scared Quil awake. He pushed away the bad mouth that suddenly attacked him, left the stool, ran to the bar and sat down.
It's so scary, I didn't realize they still have this kind of hobby.
Quill, who was still frightened, asked the bartender for a glass of low-alcohol wine to calm himself down.
The moment he accepted the drink, Morrison, who was sitting next to him, suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"Relax young man, I see your friend is quite enthusiastic. Isn't it just for the fun of coming to the pub?"
Quill smiled awkwardly, mentally cursing the knight for sitting and talking for his back pain.
You're still trying to make fun, I think you just want to watch the fun!
He turned his head and didn't notice that at the moment Morrison put his arm around his shoulder, a drop of turbid blood flowed from his fingertips and fell into his wine glass.
The small voice was lost in the din of communication and went unnoticed.
Only the bartender on the other side, who was doing the same job, noticed it. He served the mercenaries drinks and praised them via voice transmission: "Boy, your skills are getting better and better."
"Of course, I am a genius in every aspect."
Morrison replied without humility.
The bartender did not deny this.
When he arranged Morrison to join the Knights, he didn't expect that this kid would be able to make it today, which far exceeded his expectations.
If his private life wasn't so chaotic, he would really be considered impeccable.
This is why he has such a high tolerance for Morrison.
Back at the bar, the bartender glanced at the drunken mercenaries and silently gave Dean a verdict in his heart.
It is indeed difficult to take action in the breeding house, but if he died in the hands of the mercenaries he hired, he would have nothing to do with others.
"With so many mercenaries, even if their strength is not high, they are enough to deal with an ordinary person."
"I also cast a drunken blood curse on the leader. He will be drunk in a short while. Although it doesn't take long, it is enough time for the mercenaries to take action."
Seeing Quayle also drink the spiked wine, Morrison looked away and replied to the bartender: "I can rest assured that you are doing the work."
"Oh, then you'd better be less worried and ask me to wipe your butt less often."
The bartender sneered, expressing his physical discomfort at hearing this sentence countless times.
He did not forget to warn: "I'm watching over the breeding house. If it doesn't work this time, then wait for the beast wave. You can do your own thing with peace of mind and don't continue to distract yourself with these chores."
Morrison, however, did not believe that there was still the possibility of an accident. "The blood of agitation has been poured out, so what else could go wrong?"
The blood of agitation was the name of the blood that he and the bartender put in the mercenaries' drinks.
Although it looks like a drop of blood, it actually has no taste. Once you drink the liquid into your mouth, it will take effect quickly.
This secret technique does no harm to the human body. After taking it, there will be no difference in appearance. However, it can stimulate the qi and blood and stimulate the impulse hidden deep in the heart. It can be used for warriors who practice qi and blood. It is said that the effect is outstanding.
And as long as the mercenaries complete what they want to do, the secret technique will dissipate on its own, and no trace will be found even if it is checked.
It is a common method used within the Bloodborne Warlock organization to play tricks on low-level professionals.
