Chapter 1915: Strength and Age
Taylor ignored Sharan and turned his gaze to me.
Whether to kill or spare, I was a little unsure, and when I was hesitating, the little hand of the phoenix holding my arm suddenly hugged tighter, and as soon as I turned my face, I met her pure gaze.
It seems that she doesn't want anyone to die because of it again.
Anyway, the national forces that really do evil have been ambushed, and it is not impossible to let go of this group of melon-eating passers-by.
So I said, "Anyway, they weren't involved in Norris and Mark Houghton's mischief, and one of them even showed displeasure with their atrocities......"
As I spoke, I glanced at the female warrior with whom Emily had been fighting, who smiled wryly back.
β...... In addition, the current world political situation is indeed restless, in case the flames of war are ignited one day, if you want the Empress Grandma to be invincible, you have to rely on the joint efforts of all the national forces, so it is better to spare their lives. β
Taylor nodded and said, "Since the bastard boy has said so, then I don't need to kill them all, and I should treat it as a favor for Cuika." β
Seeing this, several national forces hurriedly thanked them, and then fled from the Moonlight Tavern.
Soon, in the huge tavern, except for our group, only Sharan and Sosia were left.
Sharan expertly went up the next bottle of fine red wine from the wine rack, flicked the cork and flew out, and in an instant, the mellow aroma of the wine overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, and soon filled the entire tavern.
Sosia smelled the wine, turned her head sharply, and after seeing the wine bottle in Shalan's hand, she said with a bitter face: "You still succeeded." β
Shalan shook the bottle slightly, and in the dark brown bottle, the liquor was constantly shaking, like the undulating waves of the sea at night.
"Fortunately, this bottle of wine is not broken" Shalan's pleasant voice sounded, she poured the wine into the glass, raised the glass and slowly walked towards Taylor, as she walked, the crystal wine glass continued to have cold air coming out, and soon, a layer of crystal ice crystals had formed on the outer layer of the crystal glass.
When she came to Taylor, she stretched out her hand, handed over the crystal cup, and said softly: "This cup is considered to be an atonement, I didn't expect the little guy back then to grow into an unreachable powerhouse unconsciously." β
Taylor was not polite, took the wine glass, drank it all, and at the end, he sighed and said: "Good wine, sweet and mellow, refreshing and pleasant, or Shalan's predecessors know more about wine." β
As soon as I heard the words 'Shalan's senior', I was suddenly a little confused, it looked like she was in her twenties, and Shalan, who was less than thirty, would be called a senior by the old man Taylor, who was too old!
So how old is she?
Suddenly, I saw Sha Lan look at me again, and said meaningfully: "I know what you are thinking, but a woman's age is a secret, if you can find out the age of all your fiancΓ©es, I will tell you my real age, how about it?" β
This may seem like a good bet, but it's actually a trap full of bait.
Do you want me to find out the age of each fiancΓ©e?
Are you sure you're not hurting me?
Except for Phoenix, Barbara, Cagalli, Remy, and Lizzy, who have no secrets to me, the other fiancΓ©es, even Princess Aurora, who has always been responsive to me, will play silly and smile silently when talking about age.
Not to mention the secretive Lirea, who would easily pull off the age bar every time she showed me her stats, making me think that the adventurer's base had started to buy the remnant paper in order to save money.
A glass of wine relieves grievances.
A glass of mellow wine made Mr. Taylor discourage his plan to continue to embarrass the country's strength.
At night, in the backyard, the gentle breeze on my cheeks makes me feel refreshed.
I don't understand why the phoenix doesn't like to enjoy the beautiful night of Moonlight City and experience the comfort of the breeze, but they just sit in the air-conditioned hall, play cards and nonsense, or fiddle with some goblins' newly developed small toys, and refuse to move.
"If they continue to stay like this, one day they will become fat pigs!" I worried.
Taylor smiled and said, "Thinking too much, with the amount of exercise they exercise every day, it is difficult to get fat." β
"In terms of exercise," I turned my gaze to the proprietress who was leaning against the wall, clasping her hands in her arms, and smiling at the proprietress who was playing cards, and said, "The proprietress has a lot of exercise, look at her size, hey." β
Taylor took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said, "That's called strong, not fat." β
"What's the use of being strong, can it improve combat effectiveness" I sighed: "It's better to diet to lose weight, make yourself more beautiful like a flower, slender like a willow is more valuable." β
"Don't talk nonsense," Taylor said leisurely, "that woman's strength is not weaker than yours, but you can't feel it." β
"Feelings?" I thought about it, shook my head and said, "I really can't feel which is stronger or weaker, even if I feel it by luck, it may not be accurate." β
"This is a kind of combat intuition, not everyone has it, it is generally innate, and it will slowly manifest itself the day after tomorrow, just like your killing intent."
Stretched out his hand, condensed a cloud of black-red killing intent, looked at it for a while, and muttered: "It turns out that this is also innate, but I don't know if it belongs to the soul or this body." β
After a while, seeing that Taylor was halfway down with a bottle of wine, I asked tentatively, "Old man, that Sharan, do you call her a senior today?" β
"Yes," Taylor said slowly, staring at the starry sky.
"Do you know her age?" I pressed on.
"I don't know," Taylor said, "but I had the pleasure of peeking at her stature once when I was younger, and what I know for sure is that she is three digits old and starts with the number four. β
"More than 400 years old?!" I was surprised.
"It's possible," Taylor said, "it could be five hundred years old, after all, it's been more than fifty years since then." β
"I'm going, it's such an old woman!" I sighed: "Looking at her, I thought she was only in her twenties this year. β
"There is a skill to stay in the face," Taylor said, "It's all thanks to the mage association she belongs to, and she has actually researched the magic of longevity." β
"Isn't this kind of magic very costly, and will it have the side effect of reducing strength?" I asked.
Taylor was a little surprised: "Why do you ask that?" β
"Four or five hundred years old, she is still limited to the power of the country, and it seems that she is not as strong as you, if it is not the magic of longevity, I don't believe it."
Taylor understood, smiled, shook his head and said: "Strength is related to talent and experience, and is not limited by age, the high priest of the orc clan is the subordinate of the sixteenth fairy empress Fered Ophelia, and now she is over 10,000 years old, but in terms of strength, she is not even as good as Cagalli, hearing this, do you still think that strength is related to age?" β
(End of chapter)