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The flash was over, and Simon was dumbfounded. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He stared incredulously at the two guys in front of him who were feasting.

What do you mean?

Ryan smiled innocently at him and slapped Lothar, who was choking on Simon's sudden flash, on the back.

"So coincidentally?"

"Hmm"

Simon looked away and turned around in front of the barbecue pile in front of them, Ryan, you went to the kitchen to steal food in the afternoon just to open a small stove for yourself at night? You're a prince, and you're so bored for stuttering

Simon suddenly felt that the world was too mysterious, and he wanted to be quiet again.

"Ahem!" Lothar, who finally got rid of the humiliating death of choking to death by food with the help of Ryan, spoke up for the first time: "Who is this?" How come I haven't seen it? Ryan: Do you know? ”

"Well, the one I mentioned to you today is that interesting guy, Simon Simon Morrowind." Ryan introduced: "This is my good friend, Lothar Anduin Lothar. ”

"Hello." Simon greeted Lothar. At this time, no matter how much Lothar looked at it, he couldn't see the spirit of the decisive sword in the future, of course, in fact, the most important thing was that his current thick hair could not see the slightest sign of the Mediterranean, which made Simon can't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

And Simon's initiative to greet him also made Lothar feel that this elf was very amiable, and he couldn't help but look particularly pleasing to the eye.

Ryan saw that Lothar didn't mean to hate Simon, so he said politely: "Since it's such a coincidence, why don't you eat some together?" As long as you don't dislike it."

Abandon?

Simon glanced at the shiny skewers on the fire rack, struggled for a second, and then took the festival off the line.

What the? You say he doesn't need to eat.

Yes, that's right.

But can't you be greedy?!

It was Ryan who invited him anyway.

So Simon sat down and joined Ryan's barbecue.

His cheerfulness surprised Ryan, after all, the elf in front of him had repeatedly broken through Ryan's perception of elves. Lothar doesn't care so much. Simon's cheerfulness and unpretentiousness made him happily hand Simon a cup. "Here, try this!"

Simon glanced at the glass, which contained a crimson liquid that smelled fragrant.

Wine!!

At first glance, it is high-end wine!!

As a good boy who is basically not allowed to drink but has a gluttonous mouth, Simon couldn't help but have a light in his eyes and quickly tasted it.

Rich fruity aromas and sweet bouquets bloom on the tongue, and there is a bit of sparkling wine refreshing, without the slightest hint of spicy and sourness. Simon couldn't help but shout hello and drained half of the glass in one go. "Wow! What wine! ”

"Oops! Sure enough, I know the goods! Lothar was even happier, and he patted Simon on the shoulder. This is a Dalaran cuvée! It's hard to drink anywhere else but here! ”

"Simon is an apprentice to Master Crassus, so he must have drunk it." Ryan held a meat skewer in his hand and took a bite before saying.

"Well, it's hard to drink such a high-end wine in Dalaran, after all, I'm just an apprentice." Simon snorted haha.

"Oh, apprentice?"

Ryan was about to say something, but was interrupted by Lothar. "Then you can have a few more drinks! Let me tell you, this wine with barbecue is the best! ”

"That's it!" Simon didn't shirk either, and exchanged glasses with Lothar.

"Ryan, you'd better hurry up, we're all done!"

Add an unceremonious Simon in, and it's clear that the speed of the food barbecue can't keep up with the consumption rate. Simon was fine, but Lothar was unceremoniously instructing Ryan.

A hard smile tugged at Ryan's face, but Simon, who was deaf and clear-sighted, could still see the green tendons jumping on his forehead. "Is the guy who doesn't contribute qualified to say that?"

"You don't want my Talia to help."

"Obviously she dislikes it, okay? Besides, isn't it you who is the happiest person when she doesn't come? ”

"You don't talk nonsense! Then I'll bake it. ”

"You come less! What you bake is edible? I don't want to see Terenus on a stretcher tomorrow. ”

"That's not over! Move fast! ”

Lothar whistled, with an expression that I was a scoundrel, I don't care, I will eat you.

Simon felt that he had just known the two of them for a short time after all, and he had no intention of joining in the joke between the two, so he shifted his gaze from the action of drinking, but he felt as if his eyes were watching him. He looked reflexively, but he didn't expect to be found something interesting by him again.

In the corner of the diagonal corner, wasn't it Sylvie who saw him look backwards?

Simon didn't think much of it, and a flash flashed by.

"Hey, where did Simon go?" Lothar, who was arguing with Ryan, suddenly found that the person around him was gone.

Ryan frowned, too, but before he could say anything, he saw Simon reappear beside them, holding a man dressed as a maid in his hand.

"Ahh I happened to see someone I knew, so let her help. ”

As he spoke, he asked Sylvie, who was two steps behind him. "Do you know how to barbecue?"

Sylvie nodded silently, her hands clasped tightly together, looking nervous.

Ryan and Lothar exchanged a look.

Lothar laughed, "Karazan's minions? ”

Sylvie nodded again.

"How come I've never seen you?"

Sylvie's hand tightened. "I'm just, the lowliest servant. unworthy to serve a distinguished guest. ”

Simon was a little upset, not understanding why Lothar suddenly asked that.

Ryan's gaze fell on the veil on Sylvie's face, and he spoke, "It's okay, it's okay to come and give me a hand." ”

"Ryan" Lothar seemed to want to say something, but was blocked by Ryan's faint smile. He didn't look away, and said dissatisfiedly: "Whatever you want, I'll just eat anyway!" ”

"Don't worry, I won't eat you." Ryan replied, seemingly jokingly.

Simon glanced at Sylvie's tightly twisted hands, and felt as if he had done something superfluous.

Although I feel as if I have done something wrong because I feel that the atmosphere is subtle, it is already like this. He couldn't help it, not to mention that he didn't know what he had done wrong at all, and how to make up for it.

He could only pull up Lothar, who was obviously a little unhappy on his face, and frequently raised his glass to persuade him to drink.

The 5,000-year-old culture of my Great Heavenly Dynasty and the 6,000-year-old history of drinking persuasion are not a joke. Although Simon was only half-hearted, his few strokes were enough to convince the equally young Lothar.

With the help of alcohol, the unhappiness on Lothar's face quickly disappeared. It's just that he's eating noticeably less, just a vigorous pouring there.

"This wine is very strong, Lothar, you have drunk too much." Ryan glanced at the stock in the bottle and reminded slowly.

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