Arthur, Zheng Ming and the others did not stay in the local area any longer, but simply made some supplies and set off on their way.

After the victory, as always, most of the players disappeared one by one. And without players and others as mobile warehouses, Arthur and others, who had to be replenished, were unaware.

Fortunately, the more they marched towards the interior of the kingdom, the closer they got to the residents of the royal capital, and their attitudes towards Arthur and others gradually improved. After that, Zheng Ming and the others never encountered the same abuse and hostility as before.

In this way, in the cheers of the people of the royal capital, Zheng Ming and other generals returned to the royal capital.

The royal capital of Celtic, among the pubs of the Phantom Society.

Just returned to the royal capital, when most people were busy with how to manage the vassal countries, how to divide the land, and how to reward the soldiers, Zheng Ming sat down in front of the bar counter and shouted at No. 12.

"Number 12, old habit, serve me two drinks."

Seeing the busy back of No. 12 after nodding to himself, Zheng Ming nodded with satisfaction and turned to look around.

Maybe it's because it's still early, or maybe it's because after the Great War, the halls that used to be bustling with people are empty. There were very few guests, only three or three players, and they were talking about something in a low voice in the corner.

"Alright."

Hearing the deep voice of No. 12, Zheng Ming stopped watching and turned around and came back. There were already two glasses of "Ming" wine on the bar in front of him.

"Number 13 is dead. Died on the battlefield, killed by the black dragon. ”

The 12th heard the news of the death of the 13th in Zheng Ming's mouth, and there was no change in the slightest. That being said, based on Zheng Ming's observations, the player's death will not affect them. It is precisely because of this that they are extremely indifferent to death.

"Oh, that's a pity."

"Na~~~No. 12, how do you say you like someone?"

indifferently replied to No. 12, who had lost interest, and was shocked by Zheng Ming's next question. He turned his head sharply and looked at Zheng Ming with a look of surprise, so much so that a loud sound came from his neck, and he didn't even notice it.

"What do you say? I didn't expect you to like this kind of ...... No wonder he ignored No. 2 at the time. ”

No. 12's complicated eyes and expression of implied disgust and contempt made Zheng Ming slightly stunned, and then he understood why the other party said this.

"Hey, hey, don't be foolish. Lao Tzu didn't have the slightest idea about that little girl. The reason why I mentioned the girl's death was because I thought you were a guild and needed to inform you. The next question is what I want to ask. Hey, I warn you, don't look at me with that kind of garbage look anymore. ”

Under Zheng Ming's hurried explanation, No. 12 finally put away his disdainful attitude in disbelief.

"Actually, it's okay if you like No. 13, I like him a lot......"

Speaking of this on the 12th, seeing that the expression on Zheng Ming's face also changed rapidly towards disdain, he hurriedly added another sentence.

"Of course, I don't mean the love between men and women. Are you going to ask me about the kind of love between men and women? ”

Speaking of this, No. 12 glanced at Zheng Ming, who was staring at the wine glass in his hand, pulled the corners of his mouth and continued: "Well, the person you have in mind now probably likes it." ”

Zheng Ming was shocked when he heard this, and the wine in the wine glass splashed on his hand, and he didn't even realize it.

"Huh? How can it be? If I had you in my mind, would I still like you? ”

"Is that me in your mind?"

Zheng Ming was dumbfounded by No. 12's rhetorical question, he noticed the strong man No. 12 in front of him, and rarely showed an interested look, looking at himself with interest, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

After drinking the two glasses of "Ming" wine on the bar in one go, he burped, got up and walked outside.

"If you like it, you have to be brave to confess~~~."

Hearing the joking voice of No. 12 behind him, Zheng Ming trembled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Then he turned his head and yelled threateningly.

"Hello...... Long-winded, you know a fart. Lao Tzu still wants you to teach? ”

In the hearty laughter of No. 12, Zheng Ming kicked open the door of the bar and walked away.

I don't know if it was because he drank too much just now, he felt that his whole face was hot and swollen. There was a constant surge of heat in the blood vessels, and he could even feel the cramped restlessness of his heart at this time through the beating of the blood vessels.

It seems that because of the conversation with No. 12, and also because of the effect of alcohol, Zheng Ming, who was sent by the ghost, walked to the door of Arthur's study.

He had the green-skinned prop Britney had given him, and he wandered outside the door with a tangled expression.

Zheng Ming's hand was raised and lowered several times. On weekdays, the door that opens as soon as it is pushed, but today it seems to weigh more than a thousand gold, and it can't be opened smoothly.

"What a waste, what do you want?"

Just as he spread out his right hand and whispered, suddenly his eyes suddenly opened up, and with a squeaky sound, the familiar blonde hair came into view.

"Naru? What are you doing? Why don't you come in? ”

Facing Arthur's puzzled gaze, Zheng Ming showed a stiff smile.

Originally, he expected that he would push open the door and stride in, and as Arthur buried himself in reading the letter, he slapped the green book in his hand on the old dark mahogany table.

Then he would firmly force the other person's blank eyes that had just been raised, and then ask her if she would like to start a magnificent life with him in another world.

Imagination is beautiful, but unfortunately that kind of scene only exists in imagination.

It seems that because the strength of the wine has passed, Zheng Ming immediately sobered up when he saw Arthur. The drunken state just now is gone.

Seeing Zheng Ming's strange smile on his face, Arthur stared at himself without speaking, and took the lead in checking himself. Sensing that there was no trace of mischief on his body, he looked at Zheng Ming's increasingly demented expression, and frowned to show a worried look.

"Are you alright? Let's talk about it first. ”

Zheng Ming's mind was full like this, "What should I do?" "What should I do? "Do you want to run?" "Isn't that strange? In the midst of the question mark, Arthur was introduced into the study.

"Well, there's no sign of fever?"

It wasn't until Arthur took off his gloves, stroked Zheng Ming's forehead, and muttered to himself with a puzzled face, that Zheng Ming came back to his senses.

Seeing the look of worry in the emerald eyes that were close at hand, I felt the soft touch on my forehead about to leave. Zheng Ming's ghost narrowly grasped the slender wrist under the blue aristocratic costume.

"Naruto, what are you doing?"

The eyes are staggered. One was startled by the sudden move, like a frightened fawn. The other had a determined face and seemed to have made up his mind.

I don't know if it's because of Zheng Ming's rare serious look, or because of the expectation hidden in his heart, Arthur didn't struggle.

Just when she couldn't help but look away under the gaze of those dark purple pupils, and her cheeks began to heat faintly, Zheng Ming, who had been silent, finally spoke.

Arthur ......

The magnetic voice, the soft call, and the warm breath that was close at hand all seemed to evoke Arthur's hidden side, making her body and mind tremble.

However, she was physically and mentally intoxicated and implied with anticipation, but what she was waiting for was ......

(End of chapter)