Chapter 561: Little Angel in the Sea of ​​Roses

"I say brother Carlos, don't be in such a hurry, drink slowly, there is still a lot of it."

Looking at Carlos who kept pouring wine into his mouth, I was sweating violently in my heart. Although the adventurer's physique is good, there is a limit. I'm really afraid that there will be a "tournament champion" in the bar tomorrow. He died suddenly of drinking last night. He was suspected of being defeated.

"Conspiracy" headlines and gossip.

Because these guys are setting up a table in front of my house! What do they think my house is? A bar?!

There is no doubt that idle adventurers will adapt the gossip version to a realm of horror.

"No...it's okay. I'm still...very conscious..."

Carlos leaned his upper body half on the table, waved his big hand towards me, answered vaguely in his trademark drunken tone, and then continued to pour the wine in the jar...well, on his head.

I can't even find my mouth. Is this a legendary level of drunkenness? I'm going to have alcohol poisoning. If I drink any more, I'm going to spontaneously combust. Don't damage my little tent, you bastard!!

After Angelelle left, Carlos lay on the box and cried bitterly. As he cried, he fainted from exhaustion. They finally dragged him back like a dead dog. After waking up in the evening, he didn't say a word.

Asking for wine, with his tattered armor and body covered in dried and solidified blood clots, he looked as desolate as possible.

Forget it, let him get drunk for one night. A guy like Carlos should be able to regain his fighting spirit in a few days, I sighed slightly.

"Why...why...Angel...why..." A drunkard trapped in love lay on the table and kept mumbling. It was easy to serve, but the problem was...

"I said, Brother Seattle, why are you here to join in the fun?"

I turned my head to the other side and looked at Seattle Lake drinking in a bold manner. I really didn't know what to say.

"Hahaha - don't mind such a trivial matter. Carlos, this kid, usually doesn't drink. I didn't expect that he was full of energy today. Okay, this is a real man. Come on, let's have another drink!!"

The tall and powerful Seattle Ke held a large wine jar half a meter high in one hand. In his hands, the entire jar of wine, which could make three ordinary men drunk, was just like a big bowl.

As he spoke, he pushed the wine jar in his right hand in front of Carlos, and he raised his head and poured down the other jar of wine. He drank nearly half of the jar before stopping. To describe him as drinking from a cow, it was really true.

Too much respect for cows.

So Carlos is so drunk now, and most of the credit goes to this damn bull who is fanning the flames. Let me tell you, you know that Carlos doesn't drink at all, so don't try your best to drink him.

The two of them are completely asymmetrical in terms of alcohol content and capacity, haven't you noticed?

That's all. How you want to seduce Carlos is your own business. Why do you want to drag me to drink with you? You talk about being brothers and men's friendship. Get out of here. I want to go to the show.

ah.

Looking at these two grown men, one was drunk and the other was drunk, I almost shed a few male tears.

Today is the end of the martial arts competition. Akara and the others held a party in a unique way. Originally, this was nothing to me who had already developed immune antibodies to the word "party" in the original world.

But as a Rogge singer, my little Willas, amidst the calls of tens of thousands of adventurers, was so warmly received that I couldn't refuse. It would be a big deal to appear as the finale of the party.

Moreover, Little Ghost and Sarah originally thought I was pitiful and planned to stay here with me, but in the end they couldn't stand the smell of Carlos and Seattle's liquor, so they all left to watch the party. In the end, they just

The three of us grown men were left playing together, getting drunk and getting hurt.

"Come on, come on, Junior Brother Fan, why are you sitting there sighing alone? Drinking is a man's romance."

Seattlek, who had finished the whole jar of wine, obviously noticed my lonely figure looking at the stage in the distance where the bonfire was dimming, and immediately handed over the whole jar of wine.

I took it expressionlessly, took a few sips, and then poured the rest into the corner of the inventory. It is too easy for adventurers to cheat on this, but generally speaking, no adventurers would.

Just do this.

"Good... good drinker, worthy of being Master Kasha's disciple, come again." The unaware Seatik roared excitedly.

"Angeliel, why, why..." The corners of Carlos's eyes became moist again, and he yelled incoherently.

"..."

I want to go see Vilas's finale, bastard, please let me go. At this moment, I also burst into tears.

"Look, what are these three grown men doing?"

There was a sudden sound behind me, and before my brain could react, Seatik on the other side happily roared with his loud voice again.

"It's Teacher Kasha, and old man Farah. You guys came just in time." He said this and took out several jars of wine again, filling the entire table.

"..."

I said Seattle, is all the wine in your inventory... No, should I say that all the wine in your mind is wine?

"Hahaha, it seems that I came at the right time. Is it the 20-year-old Harogas Sherry? Seattle, you have pretty good taste." The old drunkard's nose twitched, showing an intoxicated look.

"Wherever, if you can smell the year and place of production with your nose, Teacher Kasha is really good."

After saying that, the master and the apprentice burst out laughing in unison, leaving me and the miser who came with me so embarrassed that we couldn't say a single word.

"Um?"

After drinking a large jar of wine, the old drunkard seemed to realize Carlos's existence, glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and then laughed mercilessly.

"Carlos, are you so virtuous? I can hardly recognize it. It's fine. What you do is up to you. But don't say you were taught by me, Kasha, when you go out in the future."

"Old...teacher, I..."

Carlos was tongue-tied, wiped the dry blood on his face, a mixture of wine, tears and snot, and shook his head.

"I'm sorry for you, but you all don't understand. I'm...really..."

Carlos, who was sobbing, said this and poured the wine jar in his hand over his head again, just like taking a shower.

"I really don't understand, and I don't want to understand."

The old drunkard took the wine jar out of Carlos' hands in disgust, not letting him ruin it any more, and then said coldly.

"However, one thing that needs to be corrected is that the person you are sorry for is not me, but Mr. Wu. If I had known it would turn out like this, why would I have pity on you, a poor thing, and let you waste the championship in vain?"

"Okay, okay, old drunkard, you are a little too harsh."

Seeing Carlos lowering his head and remaining silent, the miser quickly smoothed things over and said, "Everyone has times like this, right? Trust Carlos, let him vent, and he will cheer up in a few days.

"

The miser seemed to have something to say, causing the old drunkard who was about to say something to mumble a few times. Finally, he sighed and blocked his mouth with a large gulp of old wine.

"Oh my god, where did you all go? It turns out you were hiding here to drink."

Not long after, another guest came. When I looked back, I saw Akara and Kane walking over with a smile on their hands.

Now the four elders of Rogge are all gathered together. What, me? Come on, I'm just a handyman elder.

"Wu, I said I didn't see you at the venue, but it turns out that Vilas is very popular here. If you don't pay close attention, someone else might snatch it away."

After looking at me, Akara joked with rare enthusiasm.

"I still have great confidence in Vilas and Soldier Rogge." I blinked and smiled.

If no one knew me before the competition, or knew that Vilas was my wife, maybe Vilas would still be in danger of being accosted, but now, I still have some confidence in myself, and those who want to take advantage of Vilas

Guys, you have to weigh your own weight. Besides, Vilas is no longer the bar maid in Vitus Village, but a mercenary whose strength is comparable to a third- or fourth-level job changer.

With Linya, Sarah and Princess Sanwu on one side, this force is not so easy to bully.

In response to my answer, Akara smiled confidently. If I have confidence in myself and Vilas and the others, then Akara is full of confidence in the camp's defense system. In order to cope with this competition,

She had put in a lot of effort, and unless more than half of the adventurers rebelled, if anything happened, she was confident that she could nip it in the cradle in time.

Then, she looked back at Carlos, still with a kind smile on her face: "Why is our competition champion so drunk? It's not good for others to see."

"It's not for that matter." The old drunkard rolled his eyes at Akara's knowing question.

"Really? That is indeed difficult for Carlos." Akara sighed slightly, and then continued to ask.

"But don't you have any opinions about the last box?"

When she said this, we immediately heard that Angelil seemed to have given Carlos a strange big box before she left. At that time, Carlos had clearly used the wish and had not made such a request. Angelil's behavior

It seemed very strange.

However, everyone was shocked by the tragic farewell scene and did not notice it. Now that Akara said this, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Carlos, where's the box?"

The old drunkard hit Carlos on the head mercilessly with the wooden handle of his spear.

With a "pop" sound, the box was thrown out randomly by Carlos.

"I don't want... any box... I want Angel... Angeliel." Carlos didn't even look at the box, he drunkenly held his head and screamed in pain.

"Are you still considered a man when you look like this?"

The old drunkard gritted his teeth and glanced at Carlos, while Akara on the side motioned to the miser to open the box.

"Good guy, there is such a high-level magic circle sealed on it. It seems to be something valuable."

In the sight of everyone, the miser walked around the box, and then exclaimed loudly, "Of course, in our opinion, this showy old man tried his best to promote the high-level magic seal above, just to open it in front of everyone and show it."

My abilities are just outstanding.

After studying for a while, the old man began to mutter some profound murmurs like a witch doctor from a barbaric tribe. His fingers, like dead trees, kept gesticulating on it. As he moved, images began to appear on the box.

A white light formed a magic circle, and the light became brighter and brighter. After a while, the magic circle suddenly buzzed and stopped like a motor that had lost power.

"hiss--"

After the white light magic circle on the surface disappeared, a gap suddenly appeared on the originally smooth and seamless box, and then opened automatically.

A strong scent of roses floated out from inside, and everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on the open box.

The box was filled with fiery red roses, emitting bursts of intoxicating fragrance. What made us even more intoxicated was the little angel in a white dress, sleeping peacefully, lying in the middle of the sea of ​​roses.
Chapter completed!