The middle-aged man with black hair and eyes, and facial features as deep as a statue, held the wine glass in his right hand and clinked it with the werewolf girl beside him.
He whispered in a gentle manner: "The wine here is not bad. Or...are you still nervous?"
"No, I just-"
Feeling Ghirlandaio's warm breath blowing against her ears, blowing the gray-white fluff, Doreen suddenly jumped up and sat up straight.
She subconsciously made a loud noise.
But she quickly reacted, and before the others turned their gazes to her, she immediately shook her ears, lay on the table and remained silent.
Doreen turned her head and said in a low voice: "Because, Mr. Ghirlandaio... I can't tell the quality of wine...
"We werewolves are all like this, we have no taste for wine."
"Are werewolves a race that cannot drink?"
Annan was a little surprised.
Doreen shook her head.
"not like this."
She whispered: "You can still drink it, and you won't get alcohol poisoning like a wolf.
"It's just that we werewolves can only taste bitterness when we drink. Therefore, no matter how good the wine is, it makes no difference to us.
"If we need to drink to cheer ourselves up or if we want to get drunk, we only drink the worst wine... because the bitterness has washed away the taste of everything else."
"……oh?"
Ghirlandaio was slightly startled when he heard this: "Is this really the case..."
"Yes Yes!"
Doreen grimaced: "I don't like drinking very much...it's just because it's too bitter.
"Compared to more expensive wines, those cheap light wines can be less bitter; in this case, you can still drink a little bit, which is regarded as clearing the mouth and appetizing."
…Is it because it’s too light?
Ghirlandaio couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
--etc.
He suddenly remembered something, and his movement of lifting the wine glass hesitated slightly.
His brother Dmitry seems to have mentioned... that he likes to drink bad wine.
Logically speaking, as the former first heir to the Grand Duke of Winter, he shouldn't even have been exposed to bad alcohol. After all, that kind of alcohol is quite harmful to the body... especially for a liver-burning player like Dmitry.
For example, this is even more true.
...could this be related to Bella the werewolf?
"Ghirlandaio...my lord!"
A somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind.
Hearing this, Ghirlandaio turned his head curiously.
He saw Lin Yiyi immediately, then looked behind her and saw Nieussel and the other two players.
So Ghirlandaio smiled and waved to the three of them.
Seeing this, Neusser stretched out his hand helplessly and slapped himself on the forehead.
——It's all in vain.
"all."
Gillandaio clasped his hands together and smiled gently at Lin Yiyi: "I'm sorry, I'm late. I'm really sorry."
"...No, it's okay."
At that moment, Lin Yiyi had a vision of Annan with his hands clasped together and a smile through Ghirlandaio.
Silver shawl hair, blue and green eyes as clear as gems - it would be even cuter if you could close one eye and tilt your head slightly.
——Ah, just let me think about it.
Lin Yiyi silently closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, with a peaceful expression on her face as if she had become a Buddha on the spot.
...From this point of view, Ghirlandaio should be regarded as the leader of the virtual organization who is the most beautiful boy?
Both the organization itself and the leader of the organization are virtual.
——However, at least people exist. So does the mission.
That's enough.
Lin Yiyi occasionally thinks that fortunately she appears in this "game" as a savior, a brave man, and a hero...or in this world.
If she came to this world as one of the Demon King's side... Looking at these living people and the incomparable real feelings, she also felt that it would be difficult for her to accept the fate of destroying them all.
At the beginning, although Lin Yiyi knew that this was probably a different world, she still had no real sense of it. To her, this was a magical game.
But in her subsequent contact with these "aboriginal people", through communicating, working, fighting, and cooperating with them, she gradually understood.
——This is truly another world.
Different from Jiu'er - Jiu'er has already had the consciousness to kill, or he has not yet understood the nature of the world. It is possible.
After Lin Yiyi realized this, it was difficult for Lin Yiyi to accept the step of killing others to gain experience. Maybe it was a moral obsession... but she always felt that if the "monsters" really killed were real people,
Especially for people with families, she will feel guilty.
Of course, Lin Yiyi will still kill the truly hateful people or those who attack her.
But she didn't kill them as easily as she did when she killed the bandits and the guards in the Viscount's belly...
It's not "as a player, kill monsters", but "as a hero, kill villains".
It is killing that requires consciousness to carry out.
She doesn't know whether this change is good or bad...
But now she wants to be a hero.
"Lord Ghirlandaio..."
Lin Yiyi hesitated to speak: "Can we continue to stay here and solve the problem of the sporulation mill?"
She was a little worried whether Annan had encountered any trouble.
If her "initial impulse" when she first entered the game was followed, if Annan encountered any trouble, she would definitely rush over happily and ask to take over the task.
This can definitely bring you a lot of goodwill!
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But it's different now.
She came into contact with Neusel several times, and chatted several times with the underground residents while shopping.
She realized how much trouble an unsolvable nightmare had caused to the locals, Neuser and the childhood sweetheart he was pursuing.
And Lin Yiyi felt that she could indeed purify this nightmare—their decryption progress had advanced to the second floor of the Spore Mill.
It's very close to the end. If you work harder, you might be able to pass the level. Then you can purify the nightmare and change the lives of the residents of this city.
Lin Yiyi realized...this was indeed something she could do.
When she was very young, she also dreamed of becoming a superhero.
Yes, although she is a girl, Lin Yiyi's dream is not Disney's magical princess, but a comic superhero.
She occasionally fantasized that if she had superpowers, some huge monster might suddenly appear when she was in school. At this time, she could make a grand appearance like a hero and save her teachers and classmates-those people also
You will definitely be surprised that their squad leader is actually a person with super powers.
But there is no doubt that on the other side of the earth... her dream will never come true.
It's different now.
Lin Yiyi felt very clearly that she was being needed.
She can change the fate of others.
Maybe, she can even save the world!
She once heard that the most important thing about RPG games is the "feeling of role-playing". Players will gradually bring their own cognition into the characters and experience this "virtual second life".
——What she is experiencing now is an extremely real second life.
"I want to stay here."
She repeated a second time: "I want to cleanse their nightmares."
Look at the light gradually rising in Lin Yiyi's eyes.
Ghirlandaio smiled happily.
"sure."
He gently put his hands on Lin Yiyi's shoulders.
Those strong hands grasped her shoulders firmly. Although it was a stone statue, its skin was soft and warm, and Lin Yiyi's heartbeat couldn't help but start to accelerate.
"Rather, that's why I'm here."
Ghirlandaio chuckled: "The problem on my side has been taken care of.
"Want to save others? You can't keep this kind of good thing to yourself.