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Ozma sat up from the bed with a headache, and found Ivan lying on his back beside him, and shook his head unconsciously, he is really a typical representative of a wide heart and a fat body.

It seems that in the future, this wine really can't be drunk like this. Ozma rubbed her aching forehead and thought to herself.

Ozma finished washing up carefully, took the pass that Ivan gave him yesterday, and left the Lorain Consulate to the background music of Ivan's pig-killing snoring, and walked towards the entrance of the Great Magic Circle of the Gran Forest.

Somewhere in Loran, at the entrance to the Great Magic Circle of the Gran Forest.

"Please stay here, sir! According to the environmental law of the Grand Forest, hangovers are not allowed to enter the Grand Forest! An elven warrior checking his visa said to Ozma.

"I have a visa!" Ozma argued

"You can't get in!" The elven warrior said firmly.

Seeing this, Ozma didn't have too much entanglement with this elven warrior, after all, he had to ask for the elves when he waited. It's not a wise choice to tear your face with them now.

A dejected Ozma had no choice but to return to the Lorain consulate.

After eating a few decanting pills indiscriminately, taking a serious shower, changing into clean clothes, and spraying a little perfume with a natural smell, he left here in a hurry.

So far, the background music at the consulate doesn't seem to have changed. The field worker brother is too careless!

Ozma came to the entrance of the Great Magic Circle again.

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"This big brother, be accommodating. I came here with a change of clothes! Ozma pleaded

"No, no hangovers are allowed to enter the Gran Forest!" The elven warrior still said firmly, completely ignoring Ozma's complaining gaze.

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Ozma, who was in a very low mood, staggered back to the consulate, of course, the current Lord Ozma can't use wine to drown his sorrows.

Ozma, who was helplessly sitting in the consulate dormitory, broke down the alcohol in his body amid Ivan's snoring.

Suddenly, Ivan's snoring stopped. I heard only a creak in the direction of the bed, and then Ivan's slightly hoarse voice.

"Hey~~ I said Ozma! The amount of alcohol is getting bigger!! What time is it, and you still haven't slept? Why don't we go for two more drinks? ”

"Drink you big-headed ghost! It's already 10 p.m. the next day! I said, can't you snort quietly? My ears are deafening! Ozma's grumbling voice drifted silently from the light of the candle.

"Hehe~ I said why am I so hungry! It turned out to be the next night. Let's go have some night food! Ivan didn't care, but smiled, wanting to invite Ozma to something to eat.

"I've eaten at night, and I'm not hungry now!" Ozma still said with a grinning voice.

"Come on! As the saying goes, horses don't eat night grass and don't get fat. Look at your little body, how can this work! ”

Ivan said as he pulled the half-pushed Ozma towards the brightly lit Lorain Night Market.

The night market in Luolan is really bustling and lively.

Although it is only a small town on the outskirts of Gran Forest, this cannot stop his prosperity. Who wants this town to be next to the elves? Those handsome and beautiful elves were put on top of this night market, and I don't know how many screams of crazy men and women were aroused.

Some ignorant boys and girls, under the cover of this night, the seeds of love are quietly germinating.

According to legend, this Loran is the only place where half-elves will be generated.

Where there are beautiful women, there is food, and where there is good food, there are beautiful women. The relationship between food and beauty has long been blended with each other in the long history of the Arad continent for thousands of years. No one knows that there is food before there are beautiful women; It is still necessary to have a beauty before a delicacy can be developed. In this way, food and beauty complement each other and nourish each other to make this world a better place.

If it weren't for the fact that the elves of Glen Grove themselves are too proud and too fond of beautiful things. This Luo Lan may be able to grow into the second largest city after the imperial capital. But enlightened elves only account for a small part of the elven clan after all, so it is also very good that this Luo Lan can grow into what he is now.

Ozma looked at the delicate elves in the night market (except, of course, the fat man next to him), smelling the fragrance of the delicious food, and the depressed mood of the day was instantly swept away.

Why didn't this night market start earlier? Hurt yourself to sulk for a day in vain! Really! Ozma couldn't help but complain secretly while being in love. However, this idea of complaining did not last long, and it disappeared under the double attack of beauty and food.

Ozma casually walked to a stall, picked up a piece of dim sum more casually and put it into his mouth, feeling the excited beating of the taste buds in his mouth, Ozma was already satisfied. It's delicious!

This pastry is divided into three layers, the top layer is a layer of sweet glutinous rice spread haphazardly, and as for the bottom two layers, Ozma can't tell what ingredients are made. Whatever it is! Just know it's delicious.

It's delicious! Ozma exclaimed again.

The kind-looking stall owner was not annoyed or angry, and watched Ozma naturally complete this series of actions in an easy-going manner. Then he didn't forget to ask: "Young man, what do you think of this snack?" ”

"It's delicious! Grandma, what a blessing to be your grandson! Ozma was satisfied, and praised again and again.

"Hehehe~ Young man, your mouth is really sweet. That piece of pastry was given to you for free. Don't forget to come to grandma's place often! The stall owner continued to speak kindly, with a happy look on his face. Perhaps at this moment, she thought of the lovely grandson or granddaughter in her family. Presumably they should be as gentle and kind as this old woman.

Ozma packed a few of her grandmother's pastries and headed for the other stalls.

Ozma saw a stall selling grilled fish, walked up to take a look, and found that there was grilled squid to buy at the stall. Could it be that this grilled fish is sea fish? If that's the case, then this stall owner really cares! It was also a very difficult task to transport the fish fresh from the west coast to Lorain, which is deep inland. Ozma was sure that there must be an ice-type mage in the accompanying team. Otherwise, this kind of long-distance transportation is absolutely impossible.

It seems that the allure of this beauty is really huge! Ozma couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

But it's staggering, but it can't really be broken. I'm going to use it to taste the taste of this grilled fish!

Well!!! That's pretty good, isn't it!!! The outside is scorched and the inside is tender, the saltiness is moderate, savored, and there seems to be a faint sweetness lingering on the tip of the tongue, which will not disperse for a long time.

In this way, Ozma ate all the way, watched all the way, reminisced all the way, and sighed all the way. Soon, Loraine's night market was visited by Ozma and Ivan, who had eaten so much that the corners of his mouth were oily.

With a full of emotion and lingering, as well as a fuller package of oiled paper, Ozma and Ivan both returned to the consulate.

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"Hey! ~~Old man~~~ Come and have supper, if you don't come, there will be no ~~~" Ivan pulled his throat and shouted loudly in the consulate.

"It's coming~~" As an old voice sounded, a slightly clumsy back slowly walked out of his bedroom.

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