Dreis sat in the tavern, holding a "refill" of juice and drank it from twilight until evening.

At first, Martin thought he was waiting for him to come home with him, but it wasn't until Jerry, who was in charge of the night shift, came to replace him, and Dreis was still sitting there, as if he had roots in his ass.

"You...... Not leaving? ”

"I'm not leaving."

"Why?"

Deres found it difficult to explain and simply did not explain.

Martin stared at him suspiciously, for a long time, until Dreas couldn't help but turn his head away.

"I see."

"Huh?"

"You must regret buying too much wolf dung wax, and you can't stand the smell now, can you?"

“……”

Dreas was tempted to say otherwise, but he felt it was a good excuse.

He shifted his ass slightly so that Martin wouldn't see his magic package at this angle.

"Hmm...... It can also be understood in this way. He coughed lightly, "But I don't regret it." ”

Martin spread his hands helplessly, and then went home.

After he was gone, Dreis suddenly lost his lazy appearance and stared at the tall man named Tom like a falcon.

Wherever Tom went, he stared at him for fear that he would fall on the road if the wind blew him.

But he clearly underestimated the tavern, and Tom never reacted, and devoted himself to cleaning up the mess, emptying the garbage, wiping the tables, washing the glasses, and passing by without looking at him.

Deres stared at him for a long time, until he felt that he had overreacted, and he let his guard down a little.

However, when he turned around, he found that the juice in the cup had been drunk at some point, replaced by a small note.

I hate notes!

He roared in his heart, and for a moment the green tendons in his hands burst out, and he almost crushed the cup, but fortunately he held back.

Deres looked around and didn't see anything that could, and he was even more nervous.

I opened the note, and there was a line written on it, and to put it bluntly, ugly.

"The truth is in the cellar."

Cellar?

Dreis craned his neck to look over the counter, and found a small, inconspicuous door, ajar and dark.

The short man named Jerry was standing on a barstool to bart, and when he saw him look over, he raised his eyebrows and thumbn-up to indicate that this door was right.

Dres swallowed, there were many guests around, and it seemed that the other party didn't want to disturb the guests.

He began to think that it was not a good idea to stay, but on second thought, the other party could take Eugene without knowing it, and he could leave a note in his cup without knowing it...... Figure what?

Playful?

Practical joke?

Isn't it, there are still people who are so boring?

Could it be that they were also interested in the Lich named Zaix, or the Kansa trip of Jialan?

Deres felt that he was in big trouble, he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and since he had somehow become a savior in the White Rock Mine, and had received so many gifts since he returned, he knew that he would pay for it one day.

Apparently it wasn't enough to take care of Martin, he overdrew too much of his future good fortune......

Thinking of this, he stubbornly stood up and walked behind the counter with a pretended composure.

"Is the cellar behind here?"

"Don't ask, just go."

The short man was still wiping the glass in his hand, and he didn't lift his head.

Damn it!

"Don't curse me in your heart, I can hear you."

“……”

Dreis was depressed for a while, the last time he was choked up like this was in the White Rock Mine.

He slowly pushed open the small door, letting the lights outside, and sure enough, there was a staircase all the way down in front of him.

It's just a cellar, commonplace, and every household has it.

He comforted himself with this, then pulled out a fluorescent stone and walked down.

The steps weren't high, but the road was deep, and he had to go down about fifty steps before he could see the orange light in front of him.

Turning a corner, Deres was mentally prepared to see Eugene being tortured, but the exaggerated reality still made him burst out with a foul mouth.

"Mia, what the are you doing?"

"Huh?"

Eugene looked up stupidly and saw that it was Derez, and tears of excitement welled up in his eyes.

"De, Deres ......"

"What are you doing?"

Deres's eyes widened, Eugene was tied to a stool, barefoot, and vines seemed to grow out of the ground. There was a table in front of him, and the orange light came from the lamp on the table.

He had seen this retro magic lamp in the office of Mr. Dawn, who taught general studies and languages.

By the way, he sneaked into the old man's office to steal the papers for the final exam.

When he entered, Eugene was lying on his desk, sweating profusely copying the book Dreis and swearing that Eugene had not been so serious when he wrote love letters to Latina. He pinched a strange quill, and as soon as he stopped, the feathers on his tail began to grow wildly, reaching to the ground and scratching the soles of his feet.

For example, now, when he saw him come in, Eugene was excited, and the pen in his hand stopped, and the feather immediately stretched out and scratched frantically on the soles of Eugene's feet. The regimental commander, who was usually known for his might, couldn't help but tremble and almost cried in a hurry, but he was always tied to the chair by the vines.

"Help...... Hahaha...... I...... Haha......"

He couldn't even cry for help.

Without saying a word, Deres took out his dagger and rushed forward.

He thought he would be hindered, but until he cut through the vines, nothing stood in his way.

What's the situation?

Dreis didn't care so much, and after the tie was released, Eugene seemed to be unable to walk due to body spasms, and he put the other man's arm on his shoulder, intending to take him out of here.

Curiosity drove him to see what Eugene was copying.

What is it? Four words?

Eugene's handwriting was sloppy, and he struggled to read it for a while, only to realize that it was "unity", "fraternity", "peace", "integrity......

What do you mean? Is the kidnapping guy Eugene a psychopath?

Just when he was surprised, a pair of shoes suddenly appeared next to the paper, and a figure slowly appeared on the table, looking at him condescendingly.

Dreas looked up, a short, masked man, and a pair of goat horns poked through the mask.

Instinctively, he threw down Eugene and stabbed the other man in the chest with a dagger.

The masked man didn't panic at all, he didn't even reach out to block, and when the dagger was about to stab, he turned sideways slightly, and Deres stabbed into the air.

But the latter seemed to anticipate this, and then pulled horizontally, the blade of the dagger shining with cold light like a line in the dim light.

The masked man was still so breezy as he leaned back, his upper body recessed back like plasticine, and the tip of his dagger stretched to the limit was like grazing his clothes.

Then he seemed to have had enough, stretched out two fingers to grip the wrist that Deres had not had time to withdraw, and with a little force, a sharp pain hit, and his dagger fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Calm down, little one, we're here to talk about a deal."

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