People who love rye wine so much, in this game, he only knows one, the middle two young man Feng Erzhong who taught him swordsmanship, and at the moment he is carrying a barrel of rye wine in his other hand.

"Middle two, no, Brother Feng, why did you come here, didn't you say last time that you were going to Hailou Town to find Green Needle Wine?" The two of them had been in contact when he came to Noisy Water City, and the other party seemed to be preparing to go to the Enook Desert.

"My friend invited me to come and see his guild station, so the matter of green needle wine can only be put aside for a while, not to mention this, come." Feng Erzhong poured wine for the two of them as he spoke.

Sherlock was about to reach for the oversized glass, but a hand reached for it

"Why, look down on me as a woman or look down on me for not being a professional, a table, drinking doesn't count what I mean." With that, Mirro drained the glass of rye, which was almost 10 ounces in size.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction and hostility in his tone, as if he was about to fight if he didn't agree, and this kind of expression was not at all like the humorous and cheerful tavern waiter he used to be.

And just now, Sherlock took the opportunity to take a look at her attributes with the Reconnaissance Scroll when the other party fainted, and sure enough, he found a curse-type anomaly.

I can't see the specific effect, but it must be related to the changes that have occurred in her.

"Good amount of wine, in the next compound surname Feng Er, a single name with a Chinese character, dare to ask the girl's name." A fine light flashed in Feng Erzhong's eyes, and he clasped his hands into fists and said happily.

If Sherlock didn't care because he understood the situation, it was pure open-mindedness to be able to do so in the face of an unknown NPC in Wind Er.

It's just that this nondescript question is also a painstaking systematic translation.

"Millou." Millu announced his name and slapped his glass on the table: "Come again." ”

So Sherlock sat on the side and watched the two drunkards compare the amount of alcohol, not to mention the second middle of the wind, the more he drank, the more energetic he became, and Mirlou, the half-elf who grew up in the tavern, was also unashamed.

In the end, the two of them were already snotty and tearful, and they talked to each other heartily.

"Mir, you're the second woman I've ever seen, and you're finally having fun today, hahaha." With four barrels of wine in his stomach, Feng Erzhong's consciousness was already a little confused, but the pride was not diminished at all

"Second, you look down on me!" On the contrary, when Mirlu was drunk, he was even more narrow-minded, "I know, you all look down on me, I'm just a wine seller, but I tell you, I'm a descendant of God, when I reach the Mountain of Lost Souls and awaken the power in my blood, then I will let all those who look down on me taste my power, especially those mages, I will let them drink my bath water......"

The descendants of the gods, I don't know if it's true or not, if it's true, I don't know which god it is, looking at the abnormal state of the other party, it doesn't look like a kind god.

"Haha, interesting, but the bath water is not cheaper for them, and it is not better to change the foot water." Feng Erzhong was originally reckless, and after getting drunk, he was even more debauched, and loudly echoed his drinking friends on the side.

"yes, footwash, hehe, Sherlock, what do you think?"

Sherlock was sandwiched between two drunkards, one on the left and one on the right, and he couldn't move, "I think ......"

"I think if it's a beautiful woman's bath water, it's also a pleasure to take a sip, but it's a foot wash water, so forget it." A gentle male voice continued.

Listening to the voice, you can imagine a gentle and elegant, humble and polite warm male image, but the next moment what catches your eye is a gray-white skin, and the facial features are like the face of a toad.

The first time Sherlock saw the other party, he thought that a Sila gray toad had infiltrated the station, and his hands were already pressed on the scimitar on his waist, this guild station is not a safe area at present, and no one cares if he kills people, which is why he can sit in it and drink in the light with a red name.

"Hey, adventurer, don't be impulsive, my name is Tam and I'm the chef at this shop." The strange man said over and over again, and put down the two cups of tea in his hand.

"Boss, how many times have you said it, don't drink so much wine, this is sobering tea."

This person claims to be a chef and also calls Feng Erzhong the boss, so it is not surprising why this tavern has the strange name of Zhongerju.

"In life, you should be comfortable and comfortable, and you can't even drink alcohol, so what else can you be? It's better to die early, and come happily. Feng Erzhong laughed and retorted: "It's you, Tam, probably haven't experienced it in your life, and you've probably experienced the feeling of being drunk." ”

"Drunkenness is not what a gentleman should be." Although Tamu was strange, his words and deeds did have a gentlemanly air, and then he walked up to Mirlu and whispered, "Ma'am, this is a sobering tea, if I don't like it, I can go and squeeze another glass of juice." ”

At this time, a familiar voice came from the store.

"Brother Chong, you drink online again, eh, Xiao Luoluo."

The person who came was naturally Feng Chime, the cousin of Feng Er, who jumped over happily, put his arm on one of Sherlock's shoulders and told him about his cousin's shameless behavior.

These two cousins are really inseparable.

"It's that you've been going to the bathroom by yourself for too long."

"Boss, putting aside the behavior of girls leaving first, in my time, it would be spurned by everyone."

"Ah, you're so noisy, and you don't let people sleep."

"It's like, somebody comes and chirps like a sparrow."

……

……

"Hehe, hehe......" Sherlock picked up a glass of rye wine and laughed unconsciously.

So he spent the night in the midst of Mirlou's complaints, the bickering of the siblings, and the gentleman's code of Tamu. Time like this without having to think about anything is very rare for him.

……

The next morning, Feng Erzhong closed the shop and walked with a group of people to the center of the station.

The five of them had a good time chatting last night, so they decided to escort Millou to Lost Soul Mountain together, and before that, they had to deal with this monster invasion first.

Before, Feng Erzhong said that a friend invited him over.,This friend is the deputy gang leader of Bamboo Story.,Night Sword God Shika.,People not only invited him to come.,But also generously sent a storefront directly.,Now if you pat your ass and leave when the monster invades.,It's estimated that no matter how good the relationship is, there will be a gap.。

"That's where the trouble is, some meaningless relationships you can't get rid of." Feng Erzhong said helplessly.

Hehe, sometimes Sherlock really wants to beat up this rich second generation, it's very unpleasant to get cheap and sell well, the key is that the other party still doesn't look down on this cheapness.