"Sorry, this is the last drink. If you want to drink it, go to a tavern called Emerald on Uladaha Street. I bought it there."
Looking at the crowd gathered around him, Ringer placed an advertisement. If he was qualified, he would naturally find his way into the store.
The half-dog man nodded excitedly.
"Thank you brother, I'll go right away."
After saying that, he rushed out of the guild hall, and many onlookers who had been there from the beginning left with him.
Mercer finally broke away from that wonderful illusion and reluctantly looked at the empty goblet in his hand.
"Is it really gone?"
Lin Ge smiled and said, "Isn't it time you told me? So many people have seen what you looked like just now. You don't want to default on your debt, do you?"
"What did I do just now?" Maisel glanced at the crowd gathered around him and seemed to remember his previous state. His pretty face turned red, and then he smiled charmingly and gave Ringer a wink.
"There are too many people here, so it's not convenient to talk. Come with me. We'll go to a place where there's no one around. I'll satisfy you."
These explicit and provocative words made the nearby drinkers feel itchy, as if they were told to them.
Miss Mercer is extremely popular among the adventurers in the guild. Although she seems to be bohemian, she is actually difficult to get close to and has made countless adventurers who feel good about themselves feel sad.
As the person involved, Lin Ge frowned and did not move.
Maisel turned around and greeted, "What's wrong? Don't you want to know?"
"I also brought friends."
"Oh, that kind of multi-player gameplay is unacceptable to others, so you can only come with me." Messer opened his mouth and exclaimed, with a smile on his face.
Lin Ge twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression a little stiff.
"Then I'll tell him."
"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."
Lin Ge walked through the crowd and walked to Uncle He's table amidst the surprised or jealous eyes of the adventurers.
Although the bald man was drinking, he was always looking in all directions and had a general understanding of the situation. With a smile on his face: "I'll have two more drinks. The atmosphere here is really nostalgic. I feel like my adventurer The soul is awakening!"
"I'm just going to have a few words with her and I'll be back soon."
"There's no need to be so anxious. That girl is quite interesting. She seems to be very interested in you, so you might as well chat with her a little more. If I were still young and not married, I might want to get to know her too." The uncle smiled.
"No, I'll be back soon."
Ringer seemed very determined, turned around, and walked towards Mercer, who was looking at him with a smile.
The uncle stared at his back, watched him and the green-haired girl walk through the door, took a sip of wine, and a look of reminiscence flashed across his face. What a nostalgic youth...
Linge followed Messer through a corridor and reached the end. She opened another door, and behind the door was a staircase going down.
"Where exactly are you taking me?"
Messe leaned on the door frame, wearing tight black trousers that fit her slender legs, and wearing a pair of black leather boots.
"What? Are you scared?"
Ringer sighed: "I just don't want to waste time."
"There is a dark dungeon below. If you want to know who sold me that wine, it depends on whether you have the courage to follow."
Maisel glanced at Ringer provocatively, moved his long legs, and walked down the stairs.
Ringer shook his head and laughed, and followed up. He could already smell the aroma of wine coming from below. It should be a cellar where wine was stored, not the dark dungeon that Mercer mentioned.
The stairs are in a spiral shape and are not long. The rotation range is less than 540° before reaching the end, which is only one or two floors high. There are magic lampshades on the walls along the way, and each step is clearly visible.
At the end is a half-open wooden door, from which the rich aroma of wine escapes.
Messer pushed the door open and went in, followed by Ringer.
The inside was indeed a warehouse, filled with wine racks and wooden barrels. There was an empty space on the side near the door. There was a set of tables and chairs against the wall, and a bed in the corner.
Lin Ge was surprised when he saw the bed. Although it was illuminated by magic lights and was not dark, it was underground after all. Could it be that she usually slept here?
"What are you thinking about?" Maisel noticed that Ringer was staring at her bed and asked in an ambiguous tone with a curved corner of his mouth.
"Do you usually sleep here?" Linge asked calmly, as if he didn't hear the hint in her tone.
"I can only fall asleep when I smell the smell of wine." Mercer glanced at the wine barrels in the cellar, as if he were a lord inspecting his territory.
He is indeed an alcoholic.
"Want to have a drink with me here?" Maisel sat down at the round wooden table, but his eyes drifted to the single bed, as if it was some kind of hint, "After drinking too much, even if something happens, you will forget it. .”
Ringer just said: "There is no one else here, tell me who sold you that wine."
Maisel pouted and said, "The condition we just had was that I would tell you only if you make me happy."
Ringer stared at the woman's face.
"Don't tell me that the drink just now didn't satisfy you. Your silly smile was seen by so many people."
"I was happy just now, but now you've made me unhappy again."
Ringer's fist was hard, this woman was simply too shameless.
Just when he was about to have a seizure, Mercer smiled again, waved his slender arms across the table, and a set of shiny silver wineware appeared on the table, as well as a bottle of black wine.
"Hehe, it's just a joke. I always keep my word. Come, let's talk while drinking, and I will tell you everything I know."
Lin Ge was immediately discouraged and sat down at the wine table helplessly.
Mercer filled the silver cup in front of him. The liquid in the cup was black and looked like some kind of poison, and then poured himself a cup.
"What's the name of the wine you gave me just now?"
Lin Ge was stunned. Shouldn't she answer her own question? Why did she ask it instead?
"You should answer my question first." He pointed this out.
Maisel crossed his hands on his chest: "I'm afraid you will leave after I finish speaking, so I need to find out now. Don't worry, I will definitely tell you, but you have to answer my questions first."
Ringer indeed thought so. Although this woman was not as perverted as Karina, she was still more difficult to deal with. He really didn't want to deal with this kind of woman.
They are like a quagmire, which will make men sink deeper and deeper, and finally make them miserable.
But who asked him to ask for help, he could only answer: "Purple Elf."
"If I'm not mistaken, your wine is the original version, and the one the guy sold me is a diluted version mixed with water."
Lin Ge nodded: "Yes, the dilution ratio is about one to ten. How much did she sell it to you?"
"One bucket, thirteen hundred gold." Mercer's tone was slightly depressed, as if he had been deceived.
Lin Ge took a deep breath. That little thief really dared to ask for a price. Judging from the capacity of the barrels in the room, diluting a barrel of "Purple Fumigation" with "Purple Elf" would probably use up a bottle of "Purple Elf" , and the little thief stole ten bottles!
"How many barrels did you buy?"
"Well, three barrels."
