"Xi Xi!"

Looking at the beautiful bow, the elf happily hugged the wandering wizard's finger and made a cheerful sound. The translucent wings on its back fluttered slightly, and the wings shone with charming luster.

"It's okay, it's okay...everything is fine."

The old wizard muttered, gently stroking her head with his fingertips, but a pale gray curse light gushed out from the palm of his hand, from bottom to top, like a big hunting snake, slowly twisting around the elf's body, the little elf who had just recovered The elf slowly closed his eyes under the curse light, his skin gradually turned gray, but there was still a grateful smile on his face.

Zheng Qing, who was on the sidelines, swung his fist and hit the homeless old man's face heavily. The fist was deeply embedded in the old wizard's head. The boy felt as if his fist had been plunged into boiling water. , Grinning his teeth in pain, but the other party didn't realize it.

This made him feel a strong sense of frustration that he was hit both mentally and physically.

"hypocritical."

Another guest in the box, that is, No. 3 Crow, commented sharply: "Since you won't save her life, why should you treat her injuries? Just to satisfy your ridiculous sense of existence, or to get that little cheap Are you grateful?"

The wandering wizard took out a silk scarf from his pocket, and carefully wrapped it around the elf's gradually stiffening body.

"You were the one who killed her."

The old wizard's movements were unhurried, without raising his head, and his tone was flat: "I really want to treat her... If you weren't in the wrong place at the wrong time, she wouldn't have died."

When the crow heard this, he was suffocated.

Although the old wizard's words sounded a bit sophistry, he was right. According to the normal contact arrangement between the crow and the wandering wizard, he shouldn't be here tonight.

The atmosphere in the box was a bit disturbing. Even those fireflies without a few nerve tentacles in their bodies felt the gloom flowing in the air. They quietly contracted their bellies, folded their wings, and dimmed the light in the room. some.

half an hour.

As if realizing that the crow would not take the initiative to speak, the owner of the vagabond bar put the wrapped body of the elf into a drawer. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the guest: "So, what do you want to see me tonight?"

No. 3 Crow's eyes were a little stiff.

"According to the agreement, you need to provide ten ordinary wizard-level experimental subjects tonight, but news came from the laboratory that we only received nine... one short." The voice under the crow's mask was mechanical and indifferent.

There was a look of surprise on the wandering wizard's face.

"Is there still one left?"

He pretended to draw out a tarot card and turned it over. On the card, a goddess sitting on a stone chair was looking majestically at the front. She held a long sword in her left hand and a balance in her right hand. The 'justice' at the bottom is particularly dazzling in this small box.

"Justice...although it may be late, it will never be absent."

The old wizard flexed his fingers and flicked the face of the card very rudely. The balance on the card shook violently from side to side. The goddess sitting on the stone chair got up angrily and swiped her sword at the blasphemer outside the card. In the next second, the whole card quietly It was split into two parts without a sound, and the section was smooth, as if a sword had really been cut through it.

Then, the owner of the vagabond bar looked up at the guest wearing a crow mask, and chuckled: "There is a saying in Zhuangzi, those who are good at riding will fall from the horse, those who are good at water will drown, those who are good at drinking will be drunk with wine, and those who are good at fighting will die." Yu Sha... Today I will do one good deed every day, and those who are good at selling slaves should become slaves."

The No. 3 crow stared straight at the old wizard, his dark eyes embedded in the weird mask, which looked particularly terrifying.

"You mean that fat man in the North District? What does he have to do with you..." Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and the crow's eyes showed a bit of thinking.

The wandering wizard took down a bottle of amber light and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet behind him, poured two glasses of wine, and then handed a glass to the guest in front of him: "Remember? That's right... Without my reminder, how could he Going to beg to be your experimental subject... Actually, I didn't lie to him, your experimental subject has indeed been able to stably register wizard-level power, isn't it?"

"It's just stabilizing power... the power lacks reason and has no value at all." The No. 3 crow took the glass of amber light with gloomy eyes.

"It is his greatest value to be able to contribute to the cause of magic theory." The wandering wizard raised his glass, took the initiative to touch it with the guest, and reminded: "By the way, a glass of amber is as light as a golden bean...don't worry, the price is After the discount, it is definitely the best price in the whole shop!"

The crow that had already brought the cup to its mouth froze.

After a while, he put the empty glass heavily on the bar, turned around, and left the box straight away. Behind him, in the cup, a golden bean tremblingly stopped shaking.

Jingle.

Jingle.

Ding.

The sound of golden beans rolling down into the wine glass is mixed with the sound of toasting and toasting. The sound of being far and near, light and heavy~lightnovelpub.net~ gives people a strong sense of unreality.

Sakura Tavern, in front of the bar.

Zheng Qing, who was lying drunk on the table and drowsy, suddenly raised his head. Although his face was still flushed, his eyes were extraordinarily sober, like the night sky after the rain, with little stars visible.

Wandering wizards, crow masks, Gu wither streets, fat wizards, white mist, night, etc., everything in the dream is like a beach castle washed by the tide, and it is rapidly disintegrating. He has returned to reality at some point.

The boy wiped his wet forehead, and his eyes gradually became focused.

"Excuse me!"

With a roar, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the copperplate book stuffed in the gray cloth bag—he had to do something while the memory he witnessed in his mind was still clear.

The blue bird holding the sword, Fatty Xin drinking frog juice, Dylan shaking the wine glass, and Xiao Xiao, whose face turned blue from drinking too much siren rum, all looked at their captain who had a sudden convulsion, and looked To the Dharma book he opened.

"catch him!"

Zheng Qing's voice was loud and his eyes were sober. He fixed his eyes on a fat wizard in an exquisite robe sitting in the corner of the Sakura Tavern, and repeated clearly: "Grab that fat man!"

The fat wizard was clinking glasses with several companions, with a friendly smile on his bald face. At the table with him, there was a North District wizard who also wore a ruby ​​ring on his hand, there was a janitor from the First University, and there was a The wizard of the Chamber of Commerce in black robes, and the mysterious man whose face is hidden under the hood.

Xu Shi noticed the commotion in front of the bar. The fat wizard tilted his head and looked at the young public fee student in surprise.

"Ge Cu is tired!"

Zheng Qing let out a loud roar, several vines crazily became thicker and longer with the help of the same kind hanging from the ceiling, like nooses, twisting towards the fat wizard from all directions.

In the small tavern, there were exclamations everywhere.