West Market, North Lane, Old Forest Tavern.

This low-key tavern is like an old man waking up at night, listlessly with a half-open door, and looking through the crack in the door, three or five tables of drinkers are drinking happily in the dim light.

"Jingle bell..."

The bell rang softly, and the three big men pushed the door and walked straight towards the bar.

The bartender, who was wiping his glass, looked up listlessly, then put down his glass, took a cut wooden bottle of wine from the cabinet behind him, and gently pulled the cork:

"It's the same today?"

"It's the same as before, but you can only drink one drink per person. The first sleepy-eyed young man scratched his head, leaned back on the bar, and expertly pulled a cup from a nearby shelf.

The cup was pitifully small, and extremely incommensurate with his tall stature.

"What, Tori, you doll is in trouble again?" At the other end of the bar, an old man with a missing front tooth was holding a drink, and his speech was a little leaky.

At this moment, a slightly older mustache beside Tori also reached out and took an identical small cup on the shelf, and said:

"It's not, let your old man laugh, this kid drank too much a few days ago and went crazy, and ended up running into a hard stubble named Foreman, if it weren't for the face of the young Leo, I'm afraid he would still be squatting in the city defense prison at this time. ”

"Hmph, the captain of the city defense army with a big fart is not small...... Hey, it's hurt that all of our group has suffered, old vine wine! I can only drink one glass a day, doesn't this cost me my life?"

The tall man at the back was full of scum, lying on the bar table weakly, complaining, while not forgetting to urge the bartender: "Hey, hey, fill me up again!"

"Foreman, this stinky boy is still so capable of doing things when he goes back to Arton, haha..."

The old man poured himself a sip of wine comfortably, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and then said with a leaky wind:

"Lucky for you, this guy is a well-known thorn in the army, and he stopped after following the right person. ”

"Is it also on the road? what is the origin of him?" the mustache listened cautiously, and hurriedly inquired.

"A cloud, you know?" the old man blinked mysteriously and pointed to the sky outside the window.

"What kind of gang is that?" Tori followed and glanced out the window, thinking for a long time without a clue.

"Icecloud Elliott! Damn, he's the president of the Royal Academy now, this is a great god!" the mustache slapped the bar, causing a bunch of drunkards to look at him unkindly.

"I said why didn't I see you little ghosts in the past two days, it turned out to be you kid... And what about today? Why didn't the wolf of your team leader come?"

Tori yawned, took the wine glass, and put a sip into his mouth heartlessly, as if it was someone else who caused trouble: "Don't say it, it's very unlucky, I bumped into a drunkard on the way here, and the boss said that he looked at the face and followed." ”

The old man pouted disappreciatively: "If you want me to say, Haytham is just a fool, and the forces of the entire empire that dare to spread wild in the North Lane can be counted on one hand, but who has so many idlers who can be used to send them to death?"

The scumbag man on the side took a sip of old vine wine, his comfortable mouth was crooked, and the whole person was spread out on the chair, and said with a big grin:

"That's it, the snakes, insects, rats and ants on the underworld are not that capable, and the officials and men of the white road are not that idle, and the team leader is really too careful......"

"Beep--"

Before the scumbag finished speaking, a shrill whistle interrupted his speech, and he almost knocked over the wine glass in his hand.

"What?"

"The police post of Leo House?"

"Did I hear me right?"

“...”

In the small tavern, there were exclamations one after another for a while, and the drinkers, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are shocked.

And just when everyone was stunned, more than a dozen whistle arrows from near and far had sounded one after another:

"Beep beep ————"

The mournful whistle filled the night sky, and the tavern, which had been quiet for a moment, was boiling again.

The scumbag blinked his mouth, and gradually his face became hideous, and he slapped the bar viciously:

"His grandmother's, is there really anyone who is impatient?"

"It's not your crow's mouth... Boss, keep the wine for us. Tori glared at the scumbag, pulling out a copper plate and speaking to the old man.

"Today is Lucas and they are guarding the forest, that kid loves face, I am afraid it is not good to let Elaine let out the whistle, I don't know if they can hold it, we have to hurry. ”

The mustache on the side didn't care about the old rattan wine that had just been served, and pulled the bearded scumbag man and walked out.

At the end of the bar, the old man who spoke leaky was the owner of this old forest tavern.

The moment the whistle sounded, he looked out the window with a gleam in his eyes, like a leopard awakened looking around the woodland he was guarding.

He looked at the three people who pushed the door out, and the drinkers who were leaving one after another, stretched out his thin hand to hold the rattan cane next to the chair, and slowly stood up, his thumb gently rubbed the jagged lines on the crutches, and said to himself:

"Hmph, a bunch of unsuccessful little cubs. ”

With that, he limped out on crutches, and said to the bartender behind him without looking back:

"Take a good look at the house, the old man goes out to see the excitement. ”

Tori took the mustache and the bearded scumbag all the way, and after a while, he came to the outside of the Blue Lion's Mansion, and by this time the lights were already on outside the wall.

At this time, the people who came to help the green lion were already in groups, all of them were residents living in North Lane.

They were either members of the Lions Gang, or friends and relatives, and the crowd stood outside the wall in clusters shouting and swearing, but they did not dare to break into the wall.

After all, not everyone is qualified to step over this three-person iron fence.

"Look, it's the boss!"

Tori's sharp eyes instantly recognized his lone wolf, Old Haelson, as he confronted a black-haired young man on the lawn.

Just looking at Haytham's guarded appearance, the other party obviously made him extremely jealous.

"Hey, it's that drunkard!" The scumbag also saw the situation on the lawn clearly, the black-haired young man was already far away at the moment, obviously drinking too much.

"It's not good, Lucas......" Tori looked at Lucas, the withered swordsman on the ground, and couldn't help shouting, Lucas, who was usually invincible, was now lying unconscious in the arms of the female shooter Elaina.

"This is—" The mustache narrowed his already small eyes, and by the light of the skyrocketing fire, he could see the side face of the black-haired young man, and ......

The crystal of the back of his head!

"Eagles!!"

"What!"

Tori was shocked when he heard this, grabbed the collar of his mustache, and asked loudly, "What did you say!?"

"You haven't been out and about for the past two days, and you missed your entrance exam this morning," the mustache struggled to break free from Tori's grasp, and said with a serious face.

"Entrance exams, what the hell does this have to do with the eagles!"

Arthur, the contemporary eagle returning to the blade, is the idol of almost all young people, even Tori, who made a name for himself in the Lion Gang.

Tori was confused, but nervous about the situation on the lawn, asking and staring at the other end.

The mustache paid no attention to him, but shouted hoarsely at the lawn:

"Haytham, be careful, this is the new eagle!"