"I've never seen anything like that... I've never seen it before."
"A group of crazy Great Yarmouth elves actually tore a fire dragon into pieces... It was a real Romanian long-horned dragon! The flames it sprayed directly burned the stone mill of old Egger's house!"
Rooney Pate waved his arms and sat in the most conspicuous seat at the bar, surrounded by curious listeners. Those shining eyes gave Rooney a great sense of satisfaction.
"Is it really the elf of Great Yarmouth? Did you read that correctly?" a guest questioned.
"No way!"
The beer glass in Rooney's hand hit the bar heavily, and his face turned red. I don't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or the surge of blood: "The Great Yarmouth Elf is a variant of the Cornish Elf. They are all light blue and have big eyes.
Less than ten inches tall, apart from flying around to do mischief, they can't even hit an owl... How could I mistake them for each other!"
"No one doesn't believe you, Pat!"
The other guests quickly tried to smooth things over: "It's just that this thing sounds too incredible...a group of elves tearing a dragon apart? Even the elves from First University shouldn't be so powerful, right?"
"It's also possible that the Romanian longhorned dragon was too bulky to deal with those nimble bugs."
Someone else analyzed: "Didn't the Venus Hunter team fall into the hands of a group of Amazonian army ants in the third round of the Zeus Cup last year? If the Romanian wild dragon were replaced by the more agile Swedish Brachysaurus
, maybe it won’t be restrained by the elves.”
"How can elves be compared with Amazon army ants! One is less than one star dangerous, and the other is more than five stars dangerous. They are not in the same dimension at all!"
"Even if the Romanian Longhorned Dragon remained motionless, how could a group of Great Yarmouth elves break through its scales? I doubt they could even bite through the eyelids of the wild dragon!"
"Pate! Pate!"
A tall and fat wizard squeezed through the noisy crowd, came to Rooney Pate, and asked in a loud voice: "Pate! The old Egg you just mentioned... is the old man who runs a dragon farm.
Egger's?...Two Browns, Tom!"
The bartender behind the bar snapped his fingers, and two wine glasses flew out of the cabinet with a clang and floated to the beer barrel. The orange liquid fell into the glasses, stirring up a layer of plump foam.
Rooney Pate swallowed quietly and nodded vigorously: "That's his home!"
"Hula la la..."
The tall and fat wizard laughed, took the Brown Light Beer from the bartender, put a cup into Rooney's hand, and drank it by himself: "In what year was the stone mill of Old Egger's house not burned down by dragon flames?
This time... the wild dragon died strangely... Their family has been killing dragons for generations, is it possible that the Romanian wild dragon was drugged before!"
"Absolutely not!"
Rooney Pate grabbed a shriveled apple from the fruit plate, took a vicious bite, and squinted his eyes comfortably with the smell of salt water in the beer: "Recently, I have been helping out at the old Egger's dragon hunting farm.
, it couldn’t be clearer which dragon should be killed and which dragon should be raised... The Romanian long-horned dragon had just hatched a few baby dragons. It was the most ferocious and precious time. Old Egg fed him live cattle.
How could you drug it before it's too late!"
"That's impossible to say."
It was still the tall and fat wizard who raised his hand and took two sips of Brown Light Beer, laughing loudly: "Isn't old Egg always bragging that his precious grandson has entered the First University? It is said that college tuition is very expensive.
It’s hard to say that old Iger has to kill a few good dragons to pay the tuition for his eldest grandson..."
"Is his grandson the child named Vas Egger?"
"Yes, that's him. I heard he entered Starry Sky Academy!"
"Hiss...it's really amazing. The students of Starry Sky Academy are all very capable in combat. Maybe they can catch some fresh magical creatures from the new world after graduation...Old Egg's dragon hunting farm will depend on his grandson to carry it forward in the future!"
"When I went to the dragon hunting farm to help feed the dragons, the young man was already wearing a one-piece dragon leather suit and holding a steel brush to help wipe the scales of the wild dragons... It's not surprising at all to be admitted to Starry Sky Academy..."
Tom Hansen stood behind the bar with his eyelids lowered, listening to the chatter of the guests in the bar with his ears straightened up. He did not stop, taking a piece of clean white linen cloth and wiping the heavy beer glass with his hand.
He is the owner of this small bar.
The name of the bar is 'The White Crow', located in Newcastle in the northeast of England - of course, the Newcastle of wizards and the Newcastle of white people are not exactly the same - the shop specializes in a light beer called 'Brown', which is made of
Brewed from special fermented raw materials and a unique brine mixture, it is very popular among nearby wizards.
Similar to most wizarding settlements in Europe, the atmosphere in Newcastle is also very conservative. The wizards living here stubbornly retain the old-fashioned living habits. Going back hundreds of years, life has hardly changed - candles, newspapers, wizard towers and magic broomsticks.
——The electronic signals and machine roars in Baiding's world have almost no impact on them. Everyone has kept this almost rigid world running slowly for hundreds of years, and everyone's career has been determined since he was born.
For example, Tom Hansen knew at a very young age that he would inherit his family's winery.
For example, Rooney Pate, although his family has been in Newcastle for almost two hundred years, in the eyes of most residents here, he is still an outsider and can only work part-time for a wealthy family day after day.
Another example is Old Egg, known to the guests, who runs the largest dragon hunting farm on the northeastern coast of England. The dragon bones, dragon blood and dragon meat that flow out of his hands every year account for nearly 30% of London Square's shipments.
Tom hated this feeling of sameness.
He once tried to escape from here, but his magic talent was not high and he failed to receive any admission notice from any university. So after graduating from high school, he finally returned behind the bar and inherited the small business started by his ancestors.
Creaking.
The middle-aged bartender wiped his beer glass vigorously and listened to the guests talking about the genius who entered the first university in Newcastle, with a calm expression.
Jingle Bell.
The wind chime at the door made a clear and sweet sound, and a cold wind blew into the store as the wooden door was pushed open, waking up the pensive bar owner.
"Welcome, joy..."
He opened his eyes wide and swallowed the second word 'welcome'. Similar to him, the originally bustling bar seemed to be hit by a silencing spell and fell into an uneasy silence.
Because those who pushed the door open were a group of five wizards wearing black cloaks and cat-face masks.
This chapter has been completed!