It was getting late, and Laria was gradually immersed in the gentle night, like a sleeping baby, lying quietly in the arms of the forest. The lights on the side of the road swayed www.biquge.info warm halo, the bar was lively, and the citizens who had been busy all day called friends, exchanged glasses, and chatted. The wine brewed by Laria is light but not intoxicating, and the whole person becomes refreshed after the stomach, the pores are relaxed, and the stomach is filled with the sound of forest breathing. However, Salaman himself did not like this soft taste of wine very much - the wine of the mother-in-law and the mother was for women and little white faces, and men should drink strong wine! So says the Daxia man, who grew up drinking mare's milk wine. Under the influence of Salaman, his mercenaries are also a large number of heroes.

For some reason, Eshu didn't drink, he ordered a glass of juice and sat quietly at the bar. The bartender glanced at the young man and turned to greet the other drinkers.

"Eun Gong, a toast to you!" A glass the size of a fist was stuffed straight under Esau's nose, and the wine swayed and snorted. Eshua avoided it in some embarrassment, raised the cup in his hand and touched it, then took a hard sip, using the sweetness of the juice to suppress the smell of wine in his nostrils.

"Eun Gong doesn't like to drink?" Salaman asked.

Eishu nodded, his face was a little ugly, it was not a pleasant memory to be planted headfirst into the wine jar for ten years, the wine poured into his mouth and nose, and the smell of bad wine was everywhere in his breath, which invaded his senses pervasively, and the malicious laughter of the old drunkard faintly sounded in his ears. At that time, he swore that one day he would plant the old drunkard in the wine jar like this! But this should be what the man can't ask for, he can drink the worst rice wine with relish for ten years, and even if he really does it, he will only add to the jar and leave no wine at all, right? Essho was suddenly in a trance, and he sighed: "Salaman, don't call me Engong. Let me be alone for now. ”

Salamane felt Eshy's grief with a tremendous contagious effect, and he almost suffocated as he sat in front of Essho. The lively bar seemed to open up a space of alienation and silence around Eshyu for a moment, and Salamano nodded understandingly, not persuading Essho to use alcohol to kill his sorrows, and instead went to find someone to share his drinks. The curtain of the door was lifted, and the person who came was obviously holding back his resentment, and the hem of the curtain was almost lifted to the beam. Jeffrey walked in with a gloomy face, opened his mouth and ordered a cup of the most spicy old wine, and drank it with a "grunt" with his neck tilted, almost swallowing the glass. He repented! Why did he attend that auction? Jeffrey "crunched" the rim of the cup, sighed and pounded his chest.

"Jeffrey? The host pleased. Someone on the side said that Jeffrey tilted his head and saw a female warrior in a visor standing beside him. He coughed lightly, a little embarrassed by his gaffe, stabilized his emotions, straightened his collar, and then said respectfully to the female warrior, "Please lead the way." ”

The samurai led Jeffrey up to the third floor of the tavern—not so much the third floor as the third floor of the Lanzel tavern, which was a separate suite. When you open the hidden wooden door, you will be greeted by the most luxurious main hall: the carpet is a whole velvet carpet that is as heavy as blood, and walking on it is like stepping on the fine sand. There is no doubt that the velvet that can be used to make carpets can only be made in the kingdom of Livingston Shendefu, and only the needleworkers there can have such "weaving" skills, but the pure blood red can only come from Janos. The crystal lamp overhead—it was a complete piece of crystal carving, and a little flame was dancing faintly in the hollow inside, and the warm light was refracted several times, and finally fell on the carpet, revealing a flame as hot red. The delicate scent wafts out, which is characteristic of the burning of the finest whale oil candles from Winderholm. This small space is like an exhibition of Pande's top crafts! Rao is Jeffrey is well-informed, and he is also dazzled by the master's unbeatable wealth.

But where does the smell of wine come from? Jeffrey twitched his nose, and the smell of the Empire's inferior rice wine hung between the scents of whale oil like a scoundrel. There seemed to be a "click, click" sound coming from the side room, like a leper dog licking the scraps on the plate with relish.

"Master, Jeffrey here."

"Jeffrey, long time no see." The master smiled and stood up from the big mahogany chair, he had a white mustache and wore a neat white linen shirt. At first glance, he looks like a man in the prime of life, but the owner's tone and eyes unmistakably reflect the marks of old age, as if the mural is gradually peeling off in a place that no one knows.

"Long time no see, Mistress Quagfin." Jeffrey returned the salute with sincere trepidation.

"I heard you were set up by Nelson?" Quegfen said with a smile, "I heard that the price started at 50,000, and the Sultan directly pulled the offer to 905,722 dinars. This wrangler really knows and respects war horses very well. The odds have been reported, and it's really inevitable. ”

"......" Jeffrey was embarrassed and embarrassed, and for a moment did not know how to answer. Fortunately, Quegfin didn't mean to embarrass him, and quickly got to the point, "There were no twists and turns along the way, right?" ”

"Attacked by a Death Knight squad on the way......" Jeffrey saw Quegfin's eyebrows raised, and he cautiously continued. But it's fine, the cargo ......" he glanced at the female warrior beside him, and swallowed. Quegfin understood, "Alice, you go to the side room first." The samurai nodded and left.

Jeffrey took a deep breath, took out the cloth bag he had with him, trembled his fingers, solemnly, and even reverently untied the cloth layer by layer, and the faint blue light flowed out of Jeffrey's palm like mercury, reflecting the faces of the two. The room was frosted. The condensed blood, the clear lamp, and the clear incense all became supporting characters in front of the ice-blue gem in Jeffrey's palm at this moment. The air around it trembled lightly, and the frequency was addictive.

The Dragon's Tear Gem, in a legend as old as Pande's history, is the tears of a small dragon named Kolis. It is the only remaining carrier of magic after the ancient war, and the visible air fluctuations are the magic contained in it, which is whispering inside the gem. Although the ancient war and the legend of the Dragon's Tear Gem are no longer verifiable, and the magic has been weathered in the dust of history and turned into a trick to pretend to be a ghost, the inherited bloodline still makes every Pander feel close to the magic fluctuations emitted by the Dragon's Tear Gem.

Quegfen sighed in admiration and reached out to take the Dragon's Tear Gem from Jeffrey's palm: "Jeffrey, good job. Take my Codex with you and go back to the royal city. ”

"Yes." Jeffrey breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he finally handed over this hot potato, and the next thing was to go back to the royal city to deal with the traitor who revealed his news. He said yes, took the letter, and went downstairs to leave.

Quegphine casually put the priceless Dragon's Tear gem in his pocket, got up and walked into the side room. A strong, choking smell of alcohol rushed to his face, and a man covered in bandages was greedily licking his bottomed glass, and the "let-to-click" sound that Jeffrey heard was coming from him. Alice, a samurai woman, stood beside him, carrying a jar of wine in one hand waiting to be refilled, and several empty jars were lying at his feet.

As soon as Quegfin saw this scene, he felt a nameless fire rush to his head: "Alice! Put the jar on his head! ”

"Yes!" Alice replied scrupulously, slapping open the wine seal and placing the jar upside down on the man's head. The other party didn't mind, and even drank wildly. After a while, the wine ran out, and the sound of "let's click" came from the jar.

How can this man be like this? Quagfin was a little irritable for a moment, and he began to regret that he hadn't picked this guy up at Echkoman in the first place, and had let him die with black keys all over his body. "Alaric von Bloch, how long are you going to stay with me?"

"Lao Tzu has been pouring seawater for more than ten hours, why do you want me to drink enough first!" The old drunkard took off the jar of wine on his head and said with that familiar and shameless face.