For someone who loves rye so much, he only knows one person in this game, Feng Erzhong, a young man from the Second School who taught him swordsmanship. At this moment, he is carrying a barrel of rye in his other hand.
"Second Two, no, Brother Feng, why are you here? Last time, didn't you say you were going to Hailou Town to find Green Needle Wine?" The two of them had contacted each other when he came to Huanshui City, and the other party seemed to be planning to go there.
of the Enook Desert.
"My friend invited me to come and see his guild's headquarters, so I can only put the matter of Green Needle Wine aside for now. Let's not talk about it. Come on." Feng Erzhong said and poured wine for the two of them.
Just as Sherlock was about to pick up the extra-large wine glass, a hand reached out first.
"Why, look down on me for being a woman or looking down on me for not being a professional. What does it mean to have a table and drink wine?" As she said that, Mirlu drank down the almost 10 ounce glass of rye in one go.
There was a sense of dissatisfaction and hostility in his tone, as if he was going to fight if he disagreed. This behavior was completely unlike the humorous and cheerful tavern waiter Zeng Jin.
Just now, when the other party fainted, Sherlock took the opportunity to use the reconnaissance scroll to take a look at her attributes, and sure enough he discovered a curse-like abnormal state.
The specific effect cannot be seen, but it must be related to the changes that have occurred in her body.
"I have a good capacity for drinking. My surname is Feng Er, and my last name is only one Chinese character. I dare to ask the girl her name." Feng Erzhong's eyes flashed with light, and he said happily with his hands clasped in his fists.
If Sherlock doesn't care because he understands the situation, Feng Erzhong's ability to do this when facing an NPC he has never met is pure open-mindedness.
It's just that this nondescript question was translated by the system with great pains.
"Milu." Milu said her name and slapped the wine glass on the table: "Come again."
So Sherlock sat aside and watched the two drunkards compare their drinking capacity. Needless to say, Feng Erzhong was the kind of person who became more energetic the more he drank. Mirru, a half-elf who grew up in a tavern, was also not shy.
By the end of the drink, the two of them had runny noses and tears and talked to each other.
"Mil, you are the second most drinkable woman I have ever seen. I finally drank to my heart's content today, hahaha." After four barrels of wine, Feng Erzhong's mind was already a little confused, but the passion was still there.
No loss of hair
"Second, you look down on me!" On the contrary, Mir Lu became even more narrow-minded after being drunk. "I know that you all look down on me. I am just a wine seller, but I tell you, I am
Descendants of God, when I reach the Lost Soul Mountain and awaken the power in my blood, I will let all those who look down on me taste my power, especially the mages, I will let them drink my bath water.
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Is he the descendant of a god? I don’t know if it’s true or not. If it’s true, I don’t know which god it is. Judging from the abnormal state of the other person, he doesn’t look like a kind god.
"Haha, it's interesting, but the bath water is no longer cheap for them. Wouldn't it be better to change the water for washing feet." Feng Erzhong was always willful, and after he got drunk, he became even more uninhibited. He loudly agreed with his drinking buddies.
"Yes, foot washing water, hehe, hehe, Sherlock, what do you think?"
Sherlock was sandwiched between two drunkards, one on the left and one on the right, unable to move, "I think..."
"I think if it's a beautiful woman's bath water, it's fun to take a sip, but if it's foot washing water, forget it." A gentle male voice continued.
Just by listening to the voice, you can imagine a gentle, humble and polite image of a warm man, but the next thing you see is a face with gray-white skin and facial features that resemble a toad.
The first time Sherlock saw the other party, he thought it was a gray slaad sneaking into the station. His hands were already pressed on the scimitar at his waist. This guild station is not a safe area at the moment. Even if someone kills someone, there will be no danger. No one cares, this is why he can sit there and drink openly even with a famous name.
"Hey, adventurer, don't be impulsive. My name is Tam, and I am the chef of this store." The weirdo said over and over again and put down the two cups of tea in his hand.
"Boss, I have told you so many times not to drink so much wine. This is sobering tea."
This man claimed to be the chef and called Feng Erzhong the boss. So it is not surprising why this pub has the strange name Zhongerju.
"When you are alive, you will live your life freely. If you can't even drink alcohol, what kind of person can you be? It's better to die as soon as possible." Feng Erzhong laughed and retorted: "On the other hand, you, Tam, will probably spend your whole life. I haven’t experienced it. You must have experienced the feeling of being drunk.”
"Drunkness is not the behavior of a gentleman." Although Tam looked strange, his words and deeds did have the style of a gentleman. At this time, he walked to Mirulu and said softly: "Madam, this is sobering tea. If you don't If you like, I can squeeze another glass of juice."
At this time, another familiar voice came from the store.
"Brother Chong, you went online to drink again first, eh, little Luoluo."
The person who came was naturally Feng Ling'er, Feng Erzhong's cousin. She jumped over happily, put her arm on one of Sherlock's shoulders and told him about her cousin's shameless behavior.
These two cousins are truly inseparable.
"It took you too long to go to the bathroom by yourself."
"Boss, leaving the girls behind first would have been despised by everyone in my era."
"Ah, you guys are so noisy and don't let anyone sleep."
"That's right, when someone comes, they will chirp like a sparrow."
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"Hehe, hehe..." Sherlock picked up a glass of rye and laughed unconsciously.
So, he spent this wonderful night amid Milu's complaints, the brother and sister's bickering, and Tam's gentlemanly code. Time like this when he didn't have to think about anything was very rare for him.
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The next morning, Feng Erzhong closed the shop and led a group of people to the center of the station.
The five of them had a great time chatting last night, so they decided to escort Mirlu to the Lost Soul Mountain together. Before that, they had to deal with the monster invasion.
Feng Erzhong said before that a friend invited him over. This friend was Yatogami Tohka, the deputy gang leader of Bamboo Monogatari. Not only did they invite him, they also generously gave him a store. Now, if the monster invades, he will Once the butt is gone, there will probably be some estrangement in any relationship, no matter how good it is.
"This is the troublesome part, you can't escape some meaningless interpersonal relationships." Feng Erzhong said helplessly.
Haha, sometimes Sherlock really wants to beat up this rich second generation. It is very uncomfortable to act like a good boy after getting a bargain. The key is that the other party still doesn't like the bargain.
