At about four o'clock in the afternoon, White and Moriarty woke up one after another. Whether they are mid-level warriors or mages, the biological clock of professionals is much stronger than that of ordinary people. After briefly freshening up, the two left the hotel. But because they were
To enjoy the nightlife, White no longer wore a suit of steel armor, but instead put on a brand new warrior robe.
Walking on the narrow streets of the fortress, people are coming and going. Just like a few years ago, there are still countless merchants and caravans from all over the mainland coming and going from here. Looking from a distance, the prosperity of the Torch Market
The scene is even more lively and popular than before.
It was just that the two of them had planned to go to the "Pumpkin Cart" first to taste the golden ale that had not been in their throats for a long time, but unfortunately, when they arrived in front of the tavern, they found that the door was closed. A wooden sign hung diagonally on the tavern's pumpkin sign.
Below, it says "Closed for half day, open at night".
"Let's go, we have to go to Roland first." Shrugging helplessly, Moriarty looked away from the wooden sign.
"That's fine." White glanced at the closed door of the tavern again and nodded.
Continuing along the route he remembered, after going around a few streets, he arrived at the block where Roland's Bar is located. Fortunately, Roland was still open as usual. Even from a distance, White could see the two people standing outside the bar.
The characteristic "living sign". Immediately, the followers' footsteps moved unnaturally closer to the mage's back.
As the two approached, the beauties on the two flower stands immediately greeted Moriarty and White with a coquettish smile, and gently invited the two of them to enter the bar. Looking at the beautiful girls on the flower stand who were now replaced by the new couple,
Moriarty smiled and gently passed between two pairs of snow-lotus-like arms and walked into Doro's revolving door. Behind him, White rushed in with his head lowered and a quick step.
In the bar, business is still booming. A large number of regular customers have already occupied their old seats, filling the small stage in the center of the bar. Even the table in the corner where Moriarty sat a few years ago
There were actually people there.
However, fortunately, an "acquaintance" appeared in time, saving Moriarty and White the trouble of continuing to find a seat at a loss.
"Hey, Trish, long time no see." Moriarty smiled and greeted the "legendary waitress" at Roland's Bar.
We haven't seen each other for several years, but the green-eyed girl still looks beautiful and youthful, but there is a hint of maturity in her green eyes. It is like a lightly carved cat's eye, with infinite charm.
"Huh, why is it you again?" Compared to Moriarty's friendly and cordial attitude, Trish didn't have a good look on the two people who "reunioned after a long separation", and was even a little annoyed.
It’s no wonder that the story of “Trixie and the Dragonfly” has long been a special feature of Roland’s Bar in recent years. Not only has a large number of regular customers never tired of hearing it, but it has even spread to the vast number of people outside the fortress with the word of mouth from businessmen.
The area gradually spread out. More than once, some outsiders who came to Fort Ford for the first time came to the bar to spend money, just to see the waitress Roland in person, talk to her, and have fun. For this reason
, the turnover of Roland’s Bar has benefited a lot, and Trish himself often gets a lot of tips. But after all, the green-eyed girl will still feel unhappy if she is always teased by the guests. So after reasoning,
The "chief culprits" that caused everything are the author of this story, Moriarty, and his "follower" White.
"Can you help me find a seat?" Moriarty continued to smile as if he didn't see Trish's stinky look.
"...Hmph, come with me."
After glaring at the mage again, the green-eyed girl did not yell and chase him away, but turned around and walked towards the bar. But before turning around, Trish's beautiful green eyes seemed to be looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.
White paused for a moment. However, Moriarty and White both seemed to have disappeared and followed the waitress one after another.
After bypassing two rows of crowded countertops, Trish stopped in front of a round table in a perfect location, but with a reservation written on it.
"You are lucky, the reserved VIP seats were temporarily canceled by the guests." The green-eyed girl picked up the reservation card on the table, held it in her palm and arranged it gently: "But if you dine at this table,
All consumption will be doubled. How about that, no problem? Anyway, you, a noble man, have a lot of gold coins." After saying that, Trish stared at Moriarty with feigned contempt.
"Very good, thank you." Moriarty had no intention of getting angry with the waitress. He also understood that if he wanted to have a good meal at Roland Bar tonight, he had to let the green-eyed girl first let go of the sullenness she had been holding back for several years.
That's it, I immediately accepted the other party's unreasonable offer and sat down at the round table.
"Huh, damn rich man." Even though he saw Moriarty being tricked by him without any resistance, Trish still didn't feel that her revenge had been completed. She just had a good moment and then immediately made trouble, so she could only mutter in a low voice, and then
Turning to look at White: "You're sitting too, why are you standing? It doesn't cost you anything anyway."
"Oh." White, who had been staring at the green-eyed girl quietly from the side, seemed to be awakened all of a sudden, and hurriedly pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Huh, you're still stupid. You're just stupid." Trish bit White with the corner of her pretty eye, and continued to say coldly to Moriarty: "What do you want to eat?"
“…”
"Three golden lamb chops to start with, right? You rich people will only pick the expensive ones. It's really tasteless." Moriarty was not given a chance to speak, and the waitress had already started her own conversation.
, then he grabbed the menu on the table and talked to himself, turned around and left.
"Haha, it seems that what happened last time really pissed off Trish." Moriarty smiled softly as he watched the green-eyed girl leave.
"Ah... yes." Ever since he stepped into Roland's Bar, White's reaction has slowed down. Hearing Moriarty's words, it took him a few seconds to realize it and answered vaguely.
"Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, she still remembers that you like to eat lamb chops, and even remembers how much you eat." Finally unable to bear it any longer, Moriarty glanced at his follower slyly and said leisurely.
"This...impossible...coincidence..." Suddenly receiving this "blow", White immediately became nervous and incoherent, completely losing the composure and calmness of a mid-level warrior.
"Haha, don't rush to clear things up. I heard from Black Blade that Trish took care of you when you were injured." Moriarty naturally glanced in the direction of the bar, and then said to White with a smile.
"..." White could no longer deny this, so he blushed and remained silent.
"Why don't you ask Trish to come with you when we go to the Pumpkin Cart later?" Not wanting his followers to be too embarrassed, Moriarty took the initiative to stop the topic, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly suggested.
"This...she won't agree to it?" White wanted to deny this "bad" idea, but in the end he was reluctant and just looked at Moriarty uncertainly.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this." Moriarty nodded and took on the task confidently. White's eyes immediately became filled with bright expectation.
After a while, Trish carried a large dinner plate and delivered three portions of Roland's Golden Lamb Chops to the round table for the two of them. Sure enough, as Moriarty predicted before, there was no need to order, and the green-eyed girl directly served the two largest portions.
The mutton chops were placed in front of White, and the person who paid the bill was left with the smallest of the three pieces.
"Thank you, Trish." Not caring that he had been shamefully discriminated against, Moriarty handed over a tip of one gold coin, and the waitress thanked her coldly and took it.
"By the way, is Mrs. Pugliese at the bar?" Moriarty slowly tied the white towel, picked up the knife and fork, and asked.
"Why do you ask this?" The green-eyed girl stabbed the other person and asked.
"I haven't seen her for a long time. I want to have a drink with her and have a chat."
If someone else dared to say such a thing in Roland's Bar, Trish would have slapped a dinner plate on the spot and smashed that filthy man half to death. But facing Moriarty's quiet and kind eyes, the waitress could not do anything.
The people looked at each other in silence for nearly a minute, but Trixie was defeated first.
"Madam is out and won't be back for a few weeks." The green-eyed girl finally decided to answer the question.
"This... what a pity." Moriarty nodded, and then asked: "So is the black knife here?"
"Uncle is out too." Trish spread his hands.
"Not even here..." Moriarty lowered the silver fork in his left hand, tapped the clean porcelain plate lightly, paused, and then suddenly said: "So, you have been quite free these days.
"
"What do you mean? What do you want to do?"
She didn't understand why the "bad guy" in front of her suddenly brought the topic to herself, and the green-eyed girl immediately became vigilant instinctively. Even though the waitress was trying to "bully" the other party just now, in her heart, Trish knew that she was not
Moriarty's opponent might be pushed into another big hole by accident.
"Nothing. After dinner later, White and I plan to go to the Pumpkin Cart for a few drinks. Are you interested in going together?"
Just after Moriarty finished speaking, Trish and White showed surprised expressions at the same time. But one was completely surprised, while the other had a little complaint and a faint expectation.
"I still want to look after the store." Slowly, the green-eyed girl calmed down, thought for a while, and replied.
"That's right." After hearing this answer, Moriarty smiled slightly.
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Thanks to "One Thousand Thousands of Life" for the reward.
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