c_t; The "wolf god" and Ferdinand drank merrily, pretending to be like ordinary merchants, and telling the lies that had been prepared in advance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info--It's not conspicuous in this bustling Golden Monkey Tavern. However, even though Egreme's winter wasn't very cold, the cool breeze of the night drove away the bustle in the tavern and pulled the night down. The drinkers left in twos and threes, and the occupants hobbled upstairs, leaving only Rhodes and the proprietress Angelina in the tavern.

"Wine is a good thing, but if you drink too much, you might poison people." Angelina urged the guests with her characteristic 'kiss'.

"It's strange that the tavern lady herself said that alcohol poisons people." Ferdinand laughed.

"This thing varies from person to person, but I have a conscience, old lady." Angelina said as she wiped the last glass on the counter and placed it in the back cabinet.

"Even the proprietress of the tavern has to rest, sleep is very important for 'women'." The wolf god echoed and stood up playfully, "Then let's stop here." ”

Since the master said so, Ferdinand honestly put down his glass. Only Rhodes was still sitting there, looking lonely. Although he was a little relieved to understand the purpose of his father-in-law and Uncle Ferdinand's visit, and to learn that Egrem was safe for the time being. But his sister's affairs were like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't let go.

"Leave me alone." In the face of Ferdinand's urging, Rhodes said.

"Everyone is gone. Even the hostess won't be here to greet you. "Ferdinand.

"Just enough for me to clean up alone." Rod insisted.

Angelina was not reluctant: "The cost of the oil lamp is recorded in your account, and if you spoil my wine, the loss will also be recorded." ”

Rhodes waved his hand in agreement, and the "wolf god" and Ferdinand did not force it, and returned to the room one after another. The tavern, which was originally full of people, suddenly fell silent, an oil lamp accompanied by a lonely back, the wine jug on the table was crooked, and Rod, who should have been sleepy, was sober, and the screams were repeated over and over again, dragging his 'spirit' spirit into the endless abyss like a magic spell.

A few months ago, Rhodes had besieged 'Lucia' in the tavern and nearly fought her. Who would have thought that when I came to the same place again today, my mood changed considerably. People can't always control their own fate, just like the difference in the alley that year, if life can be done all over again, can you get back a happy ending if you choose not to leave your sister for half a step?

Rhodes expertly opened a jug of wine, and the delicacy flowed down his throat into his stomach, creating the illusion that he could take away all his troubles. Although it was an illusion, it was also immersed in it, and before I knew it, there were a few more empty bottles on the table. Rhodes sat down at the table like a puddle of mud, the last empty bottle slipping from his drooping hand and falling to the floor, quiet but harsh in the silence of the space.

Rhodes felt like he was asleep, but he didn't sleep soundly. There are lights and shadows shaking in front of you, and the 'intermingling' is superimposed, gradually generating a picture. Oh, it turned out to be a dream. It was young Christie, shivering in the alley. Sure enough, I thought about it day and dreamed about it night.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew her young body into the sky. Rhodes kept chasing, and the road under his feet was 'crossed'. In the blink of an eye, Christie was gone. In her place was an eagle soaring. Egger! With a chirp, he flapped his wings and left.

Running forward, the shadow cast by his wings was imprinted on Rod's body, mottled his face. Things around him blurred and became clearer again, and Rhodes found himself at the end of King Street. This bustling street is unusually quiet at this time, not only can you not see people, but even the sound is not heard for half a minute.

The shops on both sides of the street that were originally crowded with people are closed to the big 'doors', and the 'shadow' under the scorching sun is a little treacherous. As Rhodes was hesitating to move forward, there was a terrible chirp in his ears, which at first heard like a whisper, but underneath the sound was a heart-rending cry.

"Brother, save me!"

Rod sat up abruptly, his eyes blank because he was in such a hurry. He took a few deep breaths, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the morning light 'shining' in from the window, and it was dawn.

"Good morning!" Ferdinand passed behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

Rod turned his head, and saw his father-in-law sitting calmly in the seat next to him eating breakfast. It turned out that it had been a night, and he 'rubbed' and 'rubbed' his head to relieve the pain of the hangover, but the picture of the 'intertwined' of light and shadow resurfaced in his mind, and he was suddenly stunned. That's right, that's the hint! Even the world's leading linguists can't decipher its language, just because it's not a language but a picture, a picture that can only be displayed in a half-awake and half-'confused' state!

Thinking of this, Rod stood up abruptly: "I see, King Street reads;!" Then he galloped out of the Golden Monkey Bar.

"This kid is really getting more and more unruly!" Ferdinand muttered to himself, "Don't even say hello to your master." ”

"Ferdinand," said the "wolf god," as he pointed to the empty bottle on Rod's desk in his usual unfazed tone, "did you bring enough money?" ”

Of course, this is a joke, how could the leader of the "wild wolf" who dominates the rivers and lakes be stumped by such a thing. But the other man seemed to be even more spacious than him, and came out of his room on the second floor, and walked down the stairs step by step, with steady steps and a deep voice: "These are all counted in my account." ”

The "Wolf God" and Ferdinand followed the prestige, and when they saw the man, they each put on different expressions.

On the other hand, when Rhodes arrived at King's Street, it had not yet entered the opening hours, and the noble ladies and ladies were still asleep, but the preparations for the shop had begun early, and even if the 'doors' were not opened, they were still busy. The clues given to Rhodes point to the bustling street of Egrem, but no specific location or store is given. He can only check one by one, and of course this kind of work has to be carried out secretly 'by 'touching' and 'touching'. However, as a Rod thief, this errand is quite handy.

Time flew by, and the chill of the early morning was dispelled by the increasing number of guests. The traffic is busy, and the river is endless. A busy day officially kicks off on King Street. The hustle and bustle and glitz hide the traces of thieves and the pompousness of the so-called prosperous times, while the deeper evil is carefully hidden in the dark corners of the 'shadow' that even thieves cannot detect.

Before you know it, the sun rises overhead. The uncontrollable "grunting" sound coming from his stomach reminded Rhodes that he hadn't eaten since the morning, and that although he had just "visited" a few dessert and pastry shops, he had forgotten to take the sheep because he was so focused on investigating Dora's clues.

What an idiot!

Rod cursed himself secretly. In fact, it doesn't hurt to skip a meal or two, but the sound of the stomach will 'reveal' the whereabouts of this gentleman on the beam, especially when he sneaks into the fat powder shop, if he is found at this time, it will be a shame, and the young ladies and ladies on the entire King Street probably recognize this former big star!

"Gollum~"

However, fate is always 'obsessed' in the game against people, and the more you don't want it, the more unpleasant it will be.

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