The dark tavern smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, men's stinky sweat and a strange smell of squid (probably an appetizer?), and some vulgar pop music was playing in the tavern.
There is a raised prototype stage in the center of the tavern. A group of scantily clad bunny-eared girls are dancing passionately on the stage, blowing kisses to the audience from time to time. The men are drinking wine while using obscene and vulgar words in the audience.
He looked at the bunny girls with his eyes, focusing on their swaying upper bodies, flying legs, and their charming eyes.
The dancing figures mixed with the flashing stage lights made it dazzling.
"Oh, you must be kidding me------" When Arthur saw this scene, he quickly covered his face and turned around to leave.
"Don't be afraid, cousin Arthur. Come on, come on, sit down." Yagloi smiled, grabbed Arthur and forced him to sit down, "At this level, what are you afraid of? It's so innocent.
little boy!"
"I'm only seventeen------"
"I was [that] when I was sixteen years old. You are still afraid of this thing when you are seventeen years old? Are you still a man?" Yaglovi said while holding Pasiva: "You can't even think about running away.
, Pasiva! Give me some credit!"
"But, brother, I still have research today------"
"We'll talk about that kind of stuff later!" Yagloi pushed the two boys onto the chairs, "Sit down and stop running away! I'm going to buy a drink. What do you want to drink?"
"Orange juice." Arthur said. "Milk." Pasiva said.
"Oh hahahahaha! Oh my God, you two are such a weird couple! Go to the pub and order orange juice and milk? --- Persiva, you are an adult, you should at least drink some wine!? You order more
Aren’t you afraid of others laughing at you when you drink milk?”
"Ugh...Give me a glass of liqueur." Pasiva replied reluctantly.
"This looks good. ---Wait for me." Yagloi went to buy wine.
"Well..." Persiva looked shyly at Arthur aside. Arthur was awkwardly looking at the ceiling of the bar, deliberately not looking at the dancing bunny girls.
"Cousin Arthur------"
"Just call me Arthur." Arthur interrupted with a cold reply, hoping that this would scare Percival, this troublesome guy.
"...Arthur." The dull Persiva didn't take this trick (he didn't even notice that he was being bluffed by Arthur), and continued: "I always feel that I have seen you somewhere before."
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"No." Arthur replied coldly, "Before you came to me, we had never met."
"...Really?" Pasiva hesitated, "I always feel that you are a bit similar to a girl I like...Arthur, could you be----"
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A drop of cold sweat streaked across Arthur's forehead. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the muscles in his body began to tighten, and he held his breath.
Percival looked at Arthur's face. He searched carefully from the outline of that face, hoping to find similarities with the girl who had his heart beat that night.
He is indeed a talented student of magic. His eyes are very sharp, his insight is very strong, and he can almost see through people's hearts.
Arthur knew that there was no way to deceive this man. With just the meager makeup and fancy clothes at that time, there was absolutely no way to deceive this man!
(---It will be seen through!)
(Does he think I am a pervert who specializes in dressing up as a man?)
However, Percival gave an answer that was completely beyond Arthur's expectation: "You can't be, Artoria------"
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---’s brother?”
"Uh..." Arthur glanced at Percival with a depressed look.
This is actually possible.
Saved. This guy is a dork, it’s really great!
"Yes, yes. How did you meet Artoria?" Arthur forced out a fake smile and replied, "Oh, what a headache. Is that crazy girl out there again?"
"Trick, bluffing?"
"------Listen, Cousin Persiva." Arthur no longer cares. He disregards the lower limit and smeares this [Artoria] to his heart's content, hoping that Persiva can give up on this matter:
"My sister and I are both the illegitimate sons of Grand Duke Uther Pantorakon. When we were young, we were driven to the countryside to hide from people and lived an extremely poor life. This is how my sister learned her bad habit of deceiving others.
Even now, she still pretends to be a lady, swindles in the circle of dignitaries, hooks up with rich young men, and defrauds them of a lot of money.
I have completely given up on that sister. And you, cousin Persiva, you should also stay away from that girl and don't listen to her sweet words. Otherwise, you will be severely deceived and your reputation will be ruined.
, the end result of losing both people and money."
Persiva's face turned red, and he looked at Arthur with fear and distrust in his eyes: "No, it won't --- Artoria is a good girl, and I can see her inner nobility from her eyes.
She is not the liar and slut you say she is!"
"Whatever you say, my dear cousin." Seeing Yagloi coming over with a plate of wine, Arthur quickly stopped the topic: "Anyway, that girl will never appear in front of you again. With me
If you are nearby, she will definitely hide away. You escaped from her clutches, congratulations."
All the loopholes in the lie were plugged, everything was perfect, and even Arthur was very satisfied with his performance. He wished he could find someone to brag about his talent.
"Oh, what are you two talking about?" Yagloi put the wine on the plate on the table, and placed two glasses of transparent wine and a glass of orange juice in front of Arthur and the others.
"It seems that you are already familiar with each other! Very good------let's watch the show for a while, and then find a girl to play with------"
"No." Arthur expressed disdain for Yaglovi's obscene thoughts. Being questioned by Pasiva just now, he felt thirsty again in his throat, so he picked up the glass of juice and drank it.
A nice juice with a mellow apricot flavor.
But what’s going on with this burning throat feeling?
"Ah! That's my Apricot Brandy*!" Pasiva shouted hurriedly.
(*Note: A type of liqueur. Made from brandy and fresh apricot juice, it is sweet and delicious. The alcohol content is about 25%)
"Bai Lan---?" Arthur shook his head.
Shaking his head? Did he shake his head?
Arthur felt like the world was spinning, and waves of dizziness flooded his mind. He knew he had been tricked.
"This juice... is poisonous!" he exclaimed, and then poured it on the table.
At this time, the girl who was dancing on the stage had a bad smile on her face, took off some things from her body, and threw them to Arthur who was lying on the table. Arthur's eyes were blurred, and he looked at the huge thing in surprise.
The hidden weapon flew towards me, and I felt something bad in my heart.
He was hit in the face by that thing, and at the same time he heard the men around him cheering, thinking that this time it was over: he had been poisoned and ambushed. It turned out that these guys were all assassins sent by the parliament!
------Are you really going to die here?!
But he was unable to resist. The hidden weapon filled with a strange smell was thrown on his face. Although it did not hurt or itch, it blinded his eyes and made his vision dark. This accelerated his loss of consciousness.