Chapter 719: The Most Shameless Alcoholic Combination in History

"That...... Wouldn't it be too pitiful. ”

Watching Fini's figure being dragged away, the kind-hearted Tia was a little unbearable.

"No way, that's the mission she was born with."

patted Tia on the shoulder, sighed heavily, and added in his heart Yes, this is the mission of the Tragic Emperor.

“……”

Nodding as if she didn't understand, Tia's gaze was obviously a little troubled.

"However, the adventurers here are really interesting, I have never seen such an interesting adventurer."

This kind of distress did not last long in Tia, who was naturally full of vitality, and soon, she re-revealed-cheerful expression, tilted her head, tapped her lips and smiled.

Oh, is that the mess just now?

"It's funny to you, I really didn't expect those guys to look like children who don't grow up." I shrugged my shoulders helplessly.

"That's not right~!"

Tia smiled and shook her head slightly.

"I think it's because of Fan Fan that they became like this."

“……”

I didn't understand the meaning of Tia's words for a while, and I looked at each other sleepily.

"What should I say......"-

After a while, Tia seemed to have finally found the right way to say it, and slapped her palm lightly.

"Just like what Fan Fan has complained about before, although I don't know what it means, I can feel that Fan Fan always exudes a very, very approachable atmosphere, which makes people can't help but complain."

Tia finished with a grin, stretched, thought for a moment, looked at it with her big bright eyes, and finally added.

"When there is a place where there is a fan, there will be a smile!!"

Spit...... Spit breath?!!

I was dumbfounded for a moment, could it be that my tragic aura, the aura of -milk-dad, the aura of the protagonist, and its final fusion turned out to be the aura of spitting?

It's too tragic, bastard!!

After chatting with Tia for a while, Ona reappeared, holding the signature dish of the Green Forest Bar - Color, as well as the fruit wine of the elves.

Recently, the relationship between humans and elves has warmed up, and the trade between the two sides has been very frequent, and the fruit wine and artwork brewed by the elves are deeply loved by human beings, and the various colors and supplies of human beings have also brought a lot of convenience to the elves.

"I'm really sorry for the trouble for the two adults, here, I can only do what I can to compensate, the two adults are spending in the Green Forest Bar today, all of them are free, I hope the adults don't dislike this insignificant thanks."

Leaving the fruit wine and lunch, Oni bowed gently, and the maid's smile on her face, even if it was still formulaic, was very beautiful, worthy of being rated by adventurers as one of the several beauties of the Cubast Barmaid.

As for why it was said once, I don't know if you have heard of a sentence that looks back and smiles at Bai Meisheng, the six palaces are faceless and colorless, since there is Fei Ni, the absolutely beautiful pseudo-mother, there have been no comments such as a few big bar maids and beauties.

"By the way, Ona, that ...... What about Finney? ”

As Finney's copycat cousin, in front of outsiders, no matter what you say, you have to show a little concern, definitely not because of anything

Gossip, watching a good show or something like that, with this kind of thought, when Ou Na's figure was about to leave, I suddenly asked out loud.

After a pause in the departing figure, Ou Na turned around lightly and saluted, her face was filled with enthusiasm and a beautiful smile that was elegant and gentle, which made people even think, "Ah, could she be the young lady of a big aristocratic family, because of the decline of her family, she has to work in this kind of place".

"Don't worry, my lord, Finney is still alive."

Still...... Still alive? What an ambiguous and terrifying statement, and what does it mean? What the hell did you think happened to Finney?

Considering that the process was likely to be extremely bloody, and that there was Tia, who was actually in her twenties, but because of the long-term isolation, her personality was still innocent and bright, and she didn't know that the most terrible enemy of humanity was not the forces of hell but the dark reality of the same kind, I hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up asking, staring blankly at Ouna's beautiful back and disappearing around the corner.

There is also a set of craftsmanship in the Green Forest Bar, you can see that Tia's little girl is covered with oil on her mouth, and after swallowing the last piece of lamb chops with sauce, I picked up the fruit wine and tasted it carefully.

There are many kinds of fruit wine of the elf clan, but compared to the elves who like to be elegant and fresh, most of them are still in their hands now, and the fruit wine with a pleasant sweet and mellow taste is low in concentration.

As an otaku, I am not very interested in wine, and these little things were stuffed into my mind when I brought back fruit wine from Curast a few years ago to bribe the old drunkard, just hoping that I could bring back fruit wine that was more suitable for her taste.

Take a sip gently, hold it in your throat, a fresh and sweet, even elegant taste, suddenly spread in your mouth and throat, even if you don't like to drink, you are deeply fascinated by it.

Just as Tia and I were leisurely enjoying our post-lunch digest time, there was a commotion outside, in the noisy outer area.

By the way, the secret room where Fini secretly made zuò is located at the corner of the outer and inner areas, so sitting here, you can not only see the scene of the outer area, but also have a panoramic view of the inner area, if you hate the noise, there is a small magic array not far away, as long as you infuse a little mana into it, you can activate the soundproof enchantment.

I have to say that this pseudo-lady has a very good taste.

Now, this good taste makes us pay attention to the movement outside.

The commotion and chaos caused by me and Fini had long since subsided, and as Fini didn't know where Ouna had been hidden, and never reappeared, some of her personal guards were disappointed, and dozens of people left Hulala, finally making the air in the outer area less stuffy.

However, although it is a bit far-fetched to describe it as just leaving the wolf's den and entering the tiger's den, the scene at this time is indeed the case, the departure of dozens of adventurers did not bring too long of peace to the others, and the vacant position attracted some more terrible guys than those dozens of adventurers.

Even though, these guys in my mouth are actually only two people.

Two figures, one tall and straight, at a glance can immediately guess that the other's occupation should be Amazonian woman, burgundy-shoulder-length hair and burgundy-cloak, both are so eye-catching, in the slightly dimly lit bar, her appearance is like a sudden flame.

The other figure was the opposite, barely over a meter tall, and looked like a low tree stump covered in muscular bumps, both his height and beard, indicating that he was a dwarf.

Combined, these two guys are countless times more powerful than dozens of adventurers, and there is no mistake, the burgundy-colored-shoulder-length Amazon with mid-shoulder hair and cloak that has not been changed for decades is the old drunkard, and the sturdy dwarf of the dwarf is the "former" dwarf king Muradin.

Oh my God, the two of them actually got together, and Kurast was going to be ruined?

I couldn't believe it, and the Green Forest Bar at this moment, the moment the two of them stepped in, it had become a fat little lamb stared at by two hungry wolves.

"It's Kasha-sama......"

There was a constant whisper of adventurers in the bar, unless it was a wild adventurer, the old drunkard, one of the two evildoers in the camp and the chief instructor of the cadets, who didn't know her name, who didn't know? It's simply notorious.

"You see, dwarf winter melon, this is the real difference in our prestige."

Seeing that most of the adventurers in the bar were looking at him with "awe", the old drunkard couldn't help but be triumphant, not knowing that his current fame was completely based on negative information and impressions, or even if he knew about her, he didn't care.

"Hmph, this is the territory of your Adventurer Alliance, what's there to be proud of, have the ability to go to my Dwarf King City and see who is more popular at that time?"

Muradin snorted hard from the heart, and his large stack of dwarven beards quivered.

No, even if you arrive in the Dwarf King City, you dwarf winter melon is just like the old drunkard, getting countless negative reviews.

In the secret room, I took in the conversation between the two people in my ears, and secretly complained about it.

In this way, a current elder of the Alliance, a former dwarven king of the dwarven race, found a table in the outer area and glared at each other.

"Dwarf winter melon, you've been mixing well lately, looking at your moist face-color-, you must have a lot of gems in your pocket, how about it, don't you think about greeting me, a poor elder?"

What an old drunkard, as soon as he sat down, he went straight to the point, asking the other party for a treat, and his cheekiness was so thick that it was simply difficult for Bar to conquer.

"In Kurast, you are the host and I are the guest, of course, it is the host who entertains the guests, and when I have time to come to the Dwarven King City in the future, I will greet you well, without ambiguity."

Muradin wrinkled his old face full of bronze-color-texture, said with a smile, said with a smile on his face, and then threw out the empty bait that had been a guest in the Dwarven King's City, and pushed back the ball that the old drunkard had kicked over.

Don't forget that this guy is the old opponent of the camp's first stingy miser, Farah, and his stinginess is outrageous, compared to the old drunkard.

"If everyone disagrees, it really has to be compared." The old drunkard geared up.

"If you want to compare the amount of alcohol with us dwarves, drunkard, you are worthy of admiration for such a foolish courage."

Muradin laughed, who didn't know that the dwarves were all drunkards, and the wine they brewed was also one of the strongest wines in the entire Dark Continent.

"Boss, serve me the strongest liquor, a big barrel and a big barrel!!"

When the two drunkards met, they only needed to communicate at the wine table, and the anxious Muradin slapped the table and shouted loudly, even if he had already controlled his strength, the solid black wooden table also emitted a crumbling scream and trembling sound, and the dwarven warriors who had been smelting iron for many years were no less powerful than the barbarians.

"It's coming, it's coming."

In the face of such evil customers, the bar can only try to be satisfied, and one by one young and beautiful maids bring out the wine jar like fluttering butterflies, and the whole table is full in a short time.

If only the adventurers were still around.

The busy maids sighed secretly, usually, Finnie's constant stream of guards came, and the Green Forest Bar was the most stable one in the entire Curastri, and whoever dared to make trouble here had to consider facing the anger of Finnie's huge hundreds of thousands of guards.

Of course, these civilian-born maids don't know that the two villains in front of them are definitely the most **oss they have ever seen in their lives, even if all the thousands of Finnie's personal guards come, they can only leave in disgrace.

Seeing that the main dish was coming, the eyes of the two drunkards sparkled, and they immediately couldn't wait to pick up a jar of wine, tear open the seal, and take a big sip.

"Good wine, Curast's wine is just to be delicious." The old drunkard wiped the corners of his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of heavy wine.

"It's good, it's just not strong enough."

Muradin smacked his mouth, his beard shaking, and a little regret in his satisfaction.

Looking at each other, the two stopped talking, raised the wine jar in their hands again, and drank one sip after another, as if they wanted to drink the five catties of wine in one go.

"Good!!"

The bars resounded with the cheers of adventurers, and such heroic competitions made their blood boil, especially those who were also in the drinking alley.

A ...... Two altars...... Three altars...... Five altars, full five altars, the two of them took a breath and stopped.

Looking at the ten empty jars thrown on the ground, all the adventurers, including the maids, were stunned.

Brother Fierce General!!

"Whew...... Whew......"

Even if the two of them were the reincarnations of the wine fairy, they drank the five jars of spirits in one go, and there was a drunken feeling on their faces, especially the bronze old face of Muradin, mixed with the full face of wine, and formed a deep sauce red, which looked like an old pickle jar that had been soaked for ten years.

"Wait, I'll go to the bathroom...... Toilet ......"

After saying that, the guy blushed, covered his pants and stabbed him, and went straight to the toilet amid the ridicule of the old drunkard.

Dwarves are no worse than barbarians, even if they drink no worse than barbarians, but the huge difference in their innate physique makes their stomachs unable to accommodate the same capacity as barbarians, so this result occurs.

"If you want to fight with Lord Benkaxia, it's still early for you dwarf winter melon."

The old drunkard muttered drunkenly, his smiling eyes fell back on the remaining jars of wine on the table, and he picked up another jar and tore open the seal, and took small sips.

She couldn't afford to lose this game, there were a dozen jars of wine on the table, but they were all fine wines, and even if the hundred gold coins she had picked up from Rahr yesterday were not used at all, she couldn't afford to pay them.

That's right, it's an all-or-nothing game that you can't lose.

Sipping slowly and slurping, until half of the altar went down, even the old drunkard, who was drunk and his brain was not very sober, found something wrong.

What about the Mulatins? I guess I fell into the toilet.

Although the old drunkard was very willing to have such an outcome, it was obviously unlikely, and under the high-speed rotation of the brain above the drunkenness, she finally came to a most likely result.

Muradin is not ashamed of being so old, he actually - - escaped!!