"Wait, why are you running so fast, you're going to go to the bar again, right?" Finally, a few kilometers after leaving the little black shop in Akara, I caught up with the old drunkard and stopped her out of breath.

"Something? Could it be that the skin itched as soon as I came back, and I want to find Lord Ben Cassa to loosen my bones? The old drunkard shook the spear she was carrying on his shoulder, and the flask hanging on it shook with it, looking like a child, not serious.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, I'm busy." I rolled my eyes, then looked at her with a puzzled look.

Said you guy, I've been wandering during the meeting, right, how about it, I'll honestly confess to the wine altar and then be rejected by the other party in a silent way, yes, yes, I won't laugh at you when I say it, poof^~"

"Are you going to be stupid for me, bastard boy." As soon as the words fell, the old drunkard's spear struck me, and I hurriedly bent down and narrowly avoided it.

It's so dangerous, I guess this guy's cloak was stolen, and he was listless, so he even slowed down his moves, so I could dodge through.

Anyway, I care about everything I should care about, and this old woman doesn't look like she's so easily frustrated, maybe it's just that the bar owners have joined forces to deal with it during this time, and she can't drink, and she loses her only joy in life to become this decadent look, so I'd better leave her alone.

With the right color, I glared at the old drunkard and asked word by word.

"Sue me, how is Sister Sharna doing now?"

"What does that stinky girl have to do with me?" At the mention of Sister Sharna, the old drunkard seemed to tremble slightly as if he was almost out of shape, and then he picked his neck and said nonchalantly.

"Didn't you old woman tell her to go to that kind of place?" I was furious. Tsundere between you mother and daughter Don't involve me, I just want to know the news of Sister Sharna.

It's useless for you to ask me, that stinky girl hasn't come back, how do I know what happened to her? He took off the flask and took a big sip, and the old drunkard was drunk with a strong smell of wine.

"I mean, how about you care a little bit about Sister Sharna?" Seeing her attitude, I was really a little angry.

"I didn't bother to pay attention to that girl, that girl, she doesn't need my care, she has to go her own way." With a wave of his hand, the old drunkard glared at me a little impatiently.

"Stinky boy, I know you care a lot about that stinky girl, but she's a goshawk, when she flies in the sky, she doesn't need any restraints, your concern is just asking for trouble, or do you have no confidence in that stinky girl? When she is tired, she will naturally come back and vent your concern in one breath, which is the right way. ”

After saying a lot of seemingly serious things in one breath, the old drunkard seemed to have consumed a lot of energy because he had done something he was not good at, so he picked up the flask and drank it in a big gulp.

"Maybe you're right." I pondered and shook my head.

"But why should I put myself in Sister Sharna's shoes in everything?" I didn't expect me to say this, the old drunkard who was drinking violently choked, coughed loudly, and stared at me with wide eyes as if to say, you stinky boy, you shouldn't have said this on purpose to choke me.

"I'm the younger brother of my brother Sister Sharna." I patted my chest, if I have to say that I am very proud now, I am actually a little proud, because in this world, I am the only one who can become the younger brother of Queen Sharna.

"Isn't it a matter of course for a wayward younger brother to be taken care of and tolerated by his older sister? Therefore, even if Sister Sharna turns into a goshawk and flies in the sky, and my concern bothers her, there is no way to do it, because I am a younger brother who can do willful things, and my sister can't take care of me. ”

Although it seemed that I had said something very weak and unmanly, I still held my head up proudly and proudly, I couldn't help it, because this was me, Sister Sharna's brother.

"You two, really," the old drunkard gave a rare look of astonishment for a moment, and then shook his head.

"However, maybe it's really like this, then the girl will like you so much, after all, if your stinky boy becomes a hero who doesn't need to be taken care of, then her sister will be meaningless." The old drunkard, who seemed to have figured something out, shook his head and said.

"Probably." Well, that's it. I shrugged.

Because Sister Sharna is also very headstrong, isn't she? While saying to me, "Since it's my Sharna's younger brother, then it must be the best", he firmly believes that I am better

Any other man has to be strong, outstanding, and will become a great hero, a savior

But on the other hand, she is very sister-like and always loves and takes care of me as a child who has not grown up, hoping that I can withdraw from her, hoping that I will always be the wayward brother who lies in her arms and relies on her, rather than some heroic savior.

So, this is the way our wayward two siblings choose to get along, if everything is considered for each other, it is too tiring, too rational, it is better to choose to care in your own way, even if it will cause trouble to each other, because Sister Sharna and I both enjoy the feeling of being needed by each other.

"Forget it, I don't care about you, love is as good as it gets." The old drunkard is about to leave.

"Wait, my question hasn't been answered yet." I hurriedly grabbed her.

"Didn't I say that? I'm different from you, that stinky girl can do whatever she likes, I don't bother to pay attention to it, and I don't know whether she's dead or alive. The old drunkard turned his head and looked at me helplessly.

Although the words were indifferent, she only cared about Sister Sharna in her own way, so I didn't get angry, but looked at her with a smile.

"Then at least tell me what exactly is your purpose in letting her go there?" I didn't give up on stopping her.

"You kid, you're really annoying."

The old drunkard weighed the spear on his shoulder a few times, as if he was considering whether Wen sent me faster, or Wu sent me faster.

After hesitating for a moment, she let go of her hand on the spear and sighed.

"It looks like even if I beat you up now, you'll still be entangled." "If you know, it's good." It's rare for an old drunkard to have a time to think soberly, and it seems that her brain hasn't been completely smoked by alcohol.

'Where she goes, you know, the damn world. ”

"Well, this part of the explanation can be skipped, I know." I nodded.

The place where Sister Sharna went was a strange world named "Bull Ring Center" by an old drunkard, and it is said that after going there, she would never encounter a single food such as milk and beef.

Adventurers who have been there call it Cow Pass, when I got the Martial Emperor Sword from the old man Farrah, I also went there, and realized the power of the Martial Emperor Sword in that open place.

There, I had witnessed a dense mass of black and white cows, standing upright with machetes in their hands, and people with slightly less mental abilities, who would have suffered from a phobia of density just by seeing this scene.

That's where Sister Sharna went.

"Before the martial arts competition, didn't my sister go there once and practice? Why do you want to go, the effect shouldn't be very big, right? I asked, puzzled.

"Well, the real purpose of going to the Cow Pass this time is not to cultivate."

The old drunkard looked like he was in a hurry, and not long after Sister Sharna went, I also asked her about it, but she told me that there was a problem with the cow, so I asked my sister to go there to solve it, but I didn't expect it to be called now. Wind, what a guy to believe.

"So what? What is the real purpose? ”

I stared into the eyes of the old drunkard and asked, although this old woman had already practiced the trick of flickering with the awe-inspiring light of justice in her eyes even when she lied.

The owner of the pass, the target of the stinky girl this time, is the owner of the cow pass. ”？” I said I couldn't understand it.

"Inside the Cow Pass, among the cow warriors with unknown numbers, there is a cow king, who is the leader there."

"Do you want to find a cow king among so many cow warriors?" I sighed

"That's right, and the appearance of this cow king is no different from that of an ordinary cow warrior, and if you don't look closely, you can't find it at all." ““.“.“.“.

I finally know now why Sister Sharna hasn't come back after more than half a year.

The cow warriors in the cow pass are simply uncountable, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions?

No one knows what the number is, and if you want to find the king of cows in this huge number, even Sister Sharna, who is an Amazon, is enough to choke "If you are unlucky, you may not be able to find it in a year or two."

"What is Sister Sharna doing with that cow king?" After figuring out the goal of Sister Sharna's trip, doubts followed.

"This is something that exploded from the King of Cows." The old drunkard began to be vague and seemed not to want to go any further.

"It's a rare wine to bring back from Curlaste." Seeing that the other party was about to strike, I took out a jar of wine in a hurry, opened the lid, and let the aroma of the wine overflow

A little bit, then quickly recycled.

With the little spy Huang Duanzi maid here, the elves can have as much wine as they want, and even the most precious shack crystal wine can be obtained at any time.

"Gollum~~" There was an obvious swallowing sound, and the old drunkard couldn't help but wipe the corners of his #mouth, and his eyes lit up.

"How's the deal?" I made a cool gesture of handing over the money and delivering the goods with the other

"Two altars", five altars. This old woman, the greedy lion, opened her mouth wide, and compared five fingers, and even wanted to ask me for five jars of wine.

"Two altars, no more." I glared at her viciously, if it weren't for the relationship between Sister Sharna, I would have only given her half a jar.

'Okay. "Pretending to be embarrassed, the old drunkard who was already happy with the hud in his heart, his mouth was unprecedentedly sharp, and he said the information I needed in one breath.

The King of the Cows will drop a strange item called the Tears of the Cow, which has a certain effect on restoring memories. ”

"Restore your memory?" I pondered these words in a daze, and one was distracted, but the old drunkard had fooled me into two jars of wine.

"What's going on? What does Sister Sharna want that kind of thing? ”

"How do I know, ask her to go." The old drunkard, who had taken the goods, immediately became arrogant, and waved his hand impatiently at me, as if to drive away flies.

"Oh, by the way, that thing is a memory rejuvenation, not a memory enhancement, but don't expect it to be able to patch up your useless brain."

After leaving these words, the old drunkard disappeared from sight with two jars of wine in his arms.

Damn, I didn't plan to use that cow's tears to enhance my memory, Bendruid's memory is so good, I don't need that!

I compared my fist to the back of the old drunkard, and muttered a few words of scolding like this, and then I came back to my senses and continued to think about the conversation just now.

Cow tears", what is Sister Sharna for?

There is a certain recovery of memory, pondering the meaning of these words, and I was suddenly startled.

I've been having some weird dreams lately, I don't know if the cow's tears have any effect, and little King Arthur, her memory of money for a lifetime is also blurred, if she is allowed to use the cow's tears, I don't know if she can recall something to speed up the speed of growth. If you think about it this way, the tears of the cow are really urgent.

I patted my head and decided that I would have time to ask Akara to see if what the old drunkard had just said was reliable, and if so, maybe when Sister Sharna came out, I would go in and have a cup of tea with the king of cows.

The question is, what exactly is Sister Sharna?"

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, a very deep chill hit my heart, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

When I came back to my senses, I was already standing in the market area of the west side of the camp, in the middle of the bustling streets where people came and went.

Since the old drunkard said that, Sister Sharna should not have any problems, and the only thing to worry about is when she will be able to find the king of cows from among the countless cow warriors, and it seems that there is a more frown-burning thing that I need to be careful about than now

That's right, it's the letter from the witch clan that Akara just mentioned, about the witch princess, the whereabouts of the red and white that people can't complain about.

What I'm going to do now is try to avoid seeing red and white things.

After setting myself a plan that would never be tragic, I began to look around.

Not far away, there was a tailor shop selling fabrics of all colors, and the damn shopkeeper seemed to have a hard time with me, so he hung red and white cloth as a display in front of the shop.

Maybe the red and white princess is hiding there!!

The probability is very low, but even if it is only a 1 in a million chance, I will not try it lightly.

Decisively, like a shootout movie, I made a sharp leap, rolled after landing, and quickly hid behind a row of big black jars.

"My lord, if you do this, my business will not be able to continue." The owner of the jar, the aunt who sells pickles, looked at me with a look of embarrassment.

I'll leave immediately. I stood up embarrassed, and suddenly a figure in red and white clothes walked up.

Oh oh oh oh god, you're deliberately playing with me, right?

I immediately pulled my legs and ran wildly, I don't know if I was too concerned or what I wanted to, but I always felt that there were many more people in red and white clothes on the street than usual, and I felt like I had nothing to do.

"Mom, it's funny to see that cloaked uncle dodging around." The child said innocently.

"Shhhh The mother hurried away with the child in tow.

Along the way, it was full of scenes such as what happened above, and many strange glances that made me cry.

Sure enough, it was the red and white, just by virtue of a thin storage zài, it had already made my temperance completely ruined.

I finally left the Rogsea District and came to the sparsely populated path, and I suddenly took 0 breaths.

I hope that the loss of discipline now will allow me to avoid encountering that princess, so that the sacrifice will be worthwhile.

Looking left and right, an open place, lush grassland, undulating hillsides, the style of the grassland at a glance, it is impossible to meet her in this kind of place, right, even if you do, you can have a full reaction, pull your legs and run away. Thinking of this, I exhaled a breath, secretly put down a large stone hanging in my heart, and took brisk steps to return to the Mage Guild.

"Mount, find Laidan's mount!!"

Suddenly, a familiar squeamish voice came from behind, and from a distance, the figure of little King Arthur swept towards me from the side of the hill, and there was a dead dog beside her, and a man and a dog did not know what they had done in the short morning, as if they were dragging something with a full harvest.

Really, he also said that he wanted to come to the Rogge camp to restore his strength, no matter how you look at it, this little guy looks like a lion who has returned to the grassland, playing to his heart's content.

I smiled helplessly, squatted down, and greeted the little figure king jumping closer, and then the figure flashed and threw myself into my arms.

"Where did you go to play?" Ignoring the dead dog on the side, I hugged the little one, poked her soft and petite cheek and smiled and asked.

"It's not a good play, this king Ben Ang didn't play." Unconvinced, the little guy slapped my fingers away and proudly thrust his little chest.

"Ben Ang Kesu is doing serious things, saving a person, doing good deeds and saving a person." "Saved someone?"

Puzzled, I followed the direction pointed by little King Arthur, as if she had been dragged all the way, and when I approached, I looked at the lump of things that I had thrown aside.

The familiar red and white dress came into view.

In an instant, with little King Arthur in my arms, I fell headlong to the ground, and I never had the strength to get up again."