Before he could turn around, a human man wearing blue cloth armor sat down opposite him.
"Brother, can you give me two pieces of dragon meat? I'll trade it with you for rye wine." The man in green clothes took off the wine bottle from his waist, pulled off the lid and shook it in front of Sherlock's nose.
Although he didn't understand wine, it was really unpleasant to have meat but no wine. Sherlock picked up two pieces of dragon steak and threw them over, while the man opposite also threw a wine bottle over.
“Good wine!”
“Good meat!”
The rye wine is not a good wine, and the fried dragon steak doesn't taste very good, but when the two things are put together, they are like a pair of children, and they can naturally be called a good word.
After taking the jug back and taking another sip, the man in green asked, "My surname is Feng Er, and my given name is only a Chinese character. I don't know what to call you."
Nowadays, there are still people introducing themselves in this way. Sherlock remembers that he only played this kind of role-playing game with his friends when he was reading martial arts novels as a child.
"My surname is Charlotte, and the single name is the word "gram"." He replied with a smile on his face. He had said this line more than once back then, and now he said it with style.
Hearing this question and answer, Feng Erzhong was also very surprised. The two looked at each other again and couldn't help laughing.
This laughter is not because of anything funny, it is just pure joy, and this joy comes from the other person.
People of the opposite sex are called love at first sight, and people of the same sex are called old friends at first sight. This feeling is difficult to describe in words, because there is no reason or rule for it.
System prompt: Player Feng Erzhong has requested to add you as a friend. Do you want to accept it?
Except for Mu Liuxi, none of Sherlock's friends are real friends. They either have interests or are potential partners. The last time he added a friend like this for no reason seems to have been several years ago.
"Okay, Brother Chong, you disappeared as soon as I answered the call. It turns out you came here to steal some food."
The two had just added friends when a clear voice came from behind Sherlock again, and then an elf girl also dressed in green rushed over, sat directly next to Feng Erzhong, and then grabbed the other person's hand.
Dragon steak in hand.
"It tastes good. Did you make it? It's much better than Brother Chong's!"
"Let me introduce my cousin, Feng Ling'er." Feng Erzhong said helplessly.
"Hello, my surname is Feng Ling, and my last name is only one child."
Well, as expected, they come from the same family, and the introduction methods are exactly the same.
Feng Ling'er is probably the ugliest elf Sherlock has ever seen. Not to mention his dark skin, his face is sparsely covered with brown freckles, but his voice is very clear and sweet.
After adding friends again, the three of them started chatting while eating. When there are women in the team, the atmosphere is always easy to become lively.
Especially a lively girl like Feng Ling'er, who mingled between Sherlock and Feng Erzhong, constantly teasing the two of them.
The innocence and innocence once again made him feel the warmth of his childhood when he sat with Xueji, Daren and the others and listened to the teacher telling stories.
It's just that people always grow up one day, and no matter how good friends are, they sometimes part ways. Perhaps only rich kids like Feng Ling'er, who live in the first and second rings, can always maintain their innocent heart.
That's right, from the brief contact just now, Sherlock has already noticed the origins of Feng Erzhong and Feng Ling'er. Children who grow up in slums always have a mind to observe words and expressions.
It has become an instinct.
Although one brother and sister were free and easy and the other innocent, and both were a little neurotic, he still caught the charm of children from aristocratic families revealed in their gestures and words.
Perceiving the gap in status did not make Sherlock become cautious, but instead aroused his curiosity.
In his limited life, it is difficult to interact with such people. What kind of life they live, what kind of troubles they have, and what kind of dreams they have.
For him, listening to a stranger tell his story is probably one of the most interesting things in life, and he himself is willing to use some artistic processing of his own experience to tell the other person.
So when he entered the game and chose a career, his first choice was to be a bard. If it weren't for making money to support his family, and he really had no musical talent, he would definitely be wandering in the footsteps of Sandakol (the god of travel and exploration).
In the wilderness.
"Wow, little Luoluo, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You came out of the slums alone at the age of 15?" After listening to Sherlock's processed story, Feng Ling'er sighed with admiration.
"It's just so so. I haven't talked about playing games under the overpass. One night, when I was about to go to bed after playing the game, a woman in white..."
Well, Sherlock couldn't stop talking. Some of the stories he had heard from other people were adapted by him and applied to himself.
"...Finally, I buried my head and ran to the door of the police station and was finally rescued."
"I didn't expect you to have such rich experiences. Compared with you, I'm probably just a corpse waiting to die." After hearing the story, Feng Erzhong felt inexplicably sad. He took a sip of wine and sighed, "
Now I still have to... eh."
Ma Dan, this means that no one else is around. If the residents in the fourth and fifth rings hear this, Sherlock will doubt whether the other party can survive. It is the dream of many people to eat and die.
"By the way, little Luoluo, do you want to level up with us? Anyway, we're just going to fight the Flesh-Tearing Dragon." Feng Ling'er didn't notice her cousin's sadness at all and said with excitement.
Although I don’t know what the strength of the two is, even a professional player does not have to weigh the gains and losses of interests in everything.
Originally, Sherlock joined the team with the idea of bringing these two rich second-generation players for free, but when he saw the levels of 18 and 19, he took back his words.
Feng Erzhong looks like he is wearing cloth armor, but in fact it is just for fashion. He is actually a lightly armored warrior.
A set of clothing worth seventy or eighty thousand dollars without adding any attributes. According to Sherlock's values, only a mentally retarded person would buy it.
Feng Ling'er naturally wears fashionable clothes, and her profession is a conjurer.
Conjurers in the Forgotten Realms are a profession that has both support and attack capabilities. They are good at summoning, protecting and teleporting spells, and their applicability is relatively strong. They are probably the magic elixir of magic.
It was still time to play the Flesh-Tearing Dragon. This time, two teammates joined in. Sherlock's MT position was once again snatched away. Wind Chime chanted, and a huge figure emerged from the void.
