"I'm really, really! I'm so proud of you!" the sturdy young man pressed the fat man in front of him, his dress was a little strange, it was a formal suit, but it was obviously incomplete, and under the unbuttoned shirt and coat was a pair of ragged denim worn by an ordinary farmer.

This is obviously someone's home, looking at the decoration and area, it is not the homely atmosphere of people in the north or west of the city, but the peasant pattern of the south side.

"Alright, alright, Eric!" the fat man smiled and pushed away the person in front of him, walked over to the desk, and continued what he was going to do, "Hurry up and try on clothes, we have a lot of things to do today!"

"I know!" the sturdy man named Eric began to sort out his clothes, and on the inside edge of his coat, a small white label indicating that it was a rented suit, "I can't believe it! You're getting married!"

The fat man smirked and continued his movements—putting the written cards into the envelope and copying the names and addresses.

"And I'm going to be the first best man!" Erik stared at himself in the mirror, "Hell! I'm so handsome in a dress! Cliff, will your fiancée say no to you then!" and pull me away!"

The fat man's name was Mordin, and he pushed Eric, "Get out!"

"Hahaha!" Eric spun around in front of the mirror, snorted twice, and began to undress again. He moved carefully, "Cliff, where's your dress?"

"Over there. Cliff's chin tilted in the direction of the closet, and he continued to wrap the card on the table, which was the invitation, the invitation to his wedding.

Eric carefully folded his groomsmen's dress, and without putting on a blouse, he jumped to the closet and opened the door. Staring at a gown covered in a dust cover, "Cliff!" Eric cried out, the sound of plastic being plucked, "You bought it?!"

Eric had pulled the dust cover open and flipped between his collars, not seeing the label representing the loan. I saw the trademark, and the price was a bit unacceptable to the farmers in the southern district!

"My wedding. "Of course it's bought." Cliff smiled and glanced at his friend. The morning light inside gave Eric some stiff muscles in his back, and it was clear that the guy in the broken denim still couldn't accept it.

"Well......" Eric carefully pulled the dust cover shut, holding on to the cabinet door, and a young man who looked quite sunny actually looked back at Cliff a little twisted, "I think it should be used to buy it, after all." You can only get married once in your life, and the point is right. ”

Cliff's eyes flickered, "After the wedding, borrow you to wear, satisfied?"

The cabinet door was slammed shut, and Eric shook his head and smiled again, "Forget it! He jumped back in front of the mirror. Posing and starting to admire his figure.

Uh, I think. All of the above can almost reflect this Eric's character, in various aspects.

"Get dressed!" Cliff shook his head helplessly, smiled and picked up a stack of invitations that had been stuffed into the envelope, and shook it in front of Eric, who was still facing the mirror, "Your mission today!"

"Yes groom!" Eric smiled as he accepted the invitation. Flipping through the pages, "xx, xx, xx......" the name on the envelope, "Mel." Wes. Eric paused, "Wes are so close, I'll just plug the crack in his door." As he spoke, he opened the envelope and took out the invitation card inside, "Well, these few in the southern district, I'll just run." After speaking, he pulled out the invitations in a few more envelopes and continued to read, "xx, xx...... Uh, Jason. ”

Eric looked at the envelope in his hand and stopped again, his expression a little strange, "You really want to invite Jason?"

Cliff frowned, as if to emphasize, "We grew up together, brothers in the orphanage!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, I didn't say anything. Eric pursed the corners of his lips, "But are you sure of his address?" Eric looked at the address on the envelope, "'Northside Ogier...... 'This is his address when he first arrived in Northside, it's been a few years, is it still there?"

Cliff pursed his lips, honestly ignoring this guy's figure, he looks pretty good, he looks like a loyal and honest guy, "I don't know, do any of us still have a connection with him?"

"I don't know. Eric flipped through the invitation to be sent to Jason, "I'll ask when I send these to the Southside." Probably old Mel knew. ”

After checking it, Eric put down his things and finally began to put on his shirt, his eyes swept casually with his movements, "Hey, there's still there!" Eric, who was halfway through his clothes, walked to the desk where Cliff had moved before, looking at a stack of invitations that had not been put in the envelope.

"Aren't you going to send out all the invitations today?" Pulling the hem of his shirt at random, Eric picked up an invitation, "Moreman?"

The invitation was taken away, "a friend." Eric frowned and said, "You gave it to you, I'll ...... it."

"Amilia?" Eric picked up another invitation, "Who's Emilia?"

We can answer, the girlfriend of the dead ghoul.

It was taken away again, "I said I would send this ......"

"Who is Silbella and Tempest?" Eric, reaching for the invitation on the table again, but without success.

Cliff grabbed all the invitations that hadn't been sealed yet, and pushed Eric out, "You don't have to worry about this!

"Friends from the bride's side?" Eric asked reasonably, "why didn't she deliver the ...... herself?"

"My friend!" Cliff seemed a little impatient, "unlike you! I occasionally go out of the South End and make friends from outside!"

"Uh......" Eric was pushed out of the door of the house, "You've got a lot of friends, okay, as long as I'm the first best man......"

"Alright, let's go!" Cliff drove at the door, "I have something to do!"

......

Cliff saw Eric drive a broken pickup truck and leave, looking for directions to go straight to the nearest Wess house. Cliff pursed his lips, as if thinking about something, or just killing time, lest he run into Eric when he went out.

In the morning light on Saturday. The wedding was going to invite merfolk, ghoul girlfriends, wizards, and some fat men from the 'guys' that Eric hadn't had time to see, shook his head, and turned back to the house. But in a moment, he came out again, and the bag he was carrying on his shoulder was stuffed to the brim.

He locked the door. When he got into his car and drove out of the yard, west, through a field, and onto Route 27, he looked southwest with some hesitation, 'It's better not to have anything to do with that Grande,' he thought. Straight north.

Cliff's car was turning around in Barton, stopping and going, and Paising, Southeast, Liszt, Back Bay, Knoll, Becky, and even the West End, his bulging bag was constantly collapsing, and the invitations inside were being sent out one by one.

Let's skip over some of the unimportant processes, like us not even knowing the name of the guy and looking at the invitation from Eric with a 'uhhhhhh I won't give you another gift this time'.

Let's talk about some of the parts that interest us.

About nine or ten o'clock in the morning, Cliff came out of the 'Five Dollars One Piece' shop (the mind reader) at the end of Ogier Street. got in the car and went to Pai Siying.

The invitation to 'Mr. and Mrs. Sbela Tempest' was already in his hand, but just as he was turning at an intersection, Cliff saw the truck in front of Tempest's house with the style of battlefield armor, and directly stepped on the brakes.

Sitting in the van with a square snack jar on his back, our vampire Zack, looked ahead and raised an eyebrow. I didn't even have time to say a kind hello.

Cliff had already struck the steering wheel desperately and spun away. Our Zach shrugged.

At noon, Cliff appeared outside Emilia's psychiatric clinic, his chubby figure leaning against the reception desk, and kept explaining to the female assistant who didn't even have a good face for Zack. He knew Amilia, who was a friend of Harrison's.

"Dr. Browning doesn't like Harrison's friends!" the female assistant stared at the fat man in front of her, and her tone was very bad, "And now Harrison is gone! How can there be such a man! Disappeared without saying a word! Dr. Browning called the police and searched everywhere! He was busy with his containment every day! I couldn't even take care of my own patients! What is the use of you friends coming out now......

Female assistants have a tendency to get more and more excited!

"Okay, okay!!!Can you just give this invitation to Dr. Browning? Harrison's friends will come!

The female assistant glanced at the invitation that had been forcibly stuffed into the schedule with annoyance, and snorted, "Dr. Browning's schedule is full on Wednesday......"

Cliff had run away with agility.

At three o'clock in the afternoon.

Cliff appeared on Knoll Beach, the summer made the fat man a little difficult, pulling his neckline, wiping sweat, and grinning towards a lifeguard tower erected on the beach, "Molman, come down!"

"Cliff!" "Cliff!" "Cliff's healthy wheat-colored skin fell directly in front of Cliff from the three-meter-high tower, "Why did you still come to see me at this time? Miss me? Haha, what is this?" Moreman, looking at the invitation that was clubbed in front of him, "Uh, married again!"

"What!" Cliff was a little short of breath, "the first time! the first time in my life!

"Huh. All right. Moreman took the invitation and pursed the corners of his lips, "I think it's almost time for you to give up on this attempt......" Moreman noticed that a deep red began to appear on Cliff's fat face that was not caused by wheezing, and changed his words, smiling, "I hope this time will last a little longer." I know how much you hate being a baby. ”

I don't understand what Moreman meant?

"This time it will last. Cliff took a deep breath and said something like, "She's just like me. ”

Molman's reflex arc seemed to be a little long, and after waiting for a long time, his eyes widened, "What?!" and then brought the invitation he had just gotten in front of him, looking at the bride's name, "Linda? who? like you? How could I not have heard of it?!"

"That charm probably knows. Cliff glanced at Moreman, and found that Moreman's face was starting to be abnormal, and his mood was a little more balanced, "They all came to Barton at the beginning of the year." We met, and then we ...... "Love story, don't care."

"So, will this end your cycle?"

"We don't know. Cliff frowned, "Try to keep us alive for the rest of our lives, let's see if we can live in peace first." ”

"Well, at Barton, you're going to be very careful. "Don't you think Barton's surprise is much better now." Molman didn't think it was enough, "A lot, a lot." ”

"Tsk. Cliff snorted and whispered in response, "So I didn't invite Grande's two, it seems right." ”

It seems that Cliff's words are to link Barton's accident with Grand's two together. It seems to be right.

"Aren't you inviting them?" Morman raised an eyebrow, "Well, I went to Grande a few days ago, and they're actually quite peaceful over there......"

"What are you doing in Grande!"

Molman tilted his head, as if he couldn't figure out for a moment.

"Forget it, don't mention them! I went to Sbella's house before, and I saw the vampire in front of Sbella's house, and I didn't know what to do anymore! I didn't even know if Sbella had come back, and I was annoyed. Cliff shook his head, "I won't tell you, I'm going to the West End, Eli's address hasn't changed, Morellin (the mind-reader tailor in the Wudor shop, Eli's father) said he didn't know." ”

"Nope. Molman shook his head, and immediately grabbed Cliff as he was about to leave, "Are you going to go to Sbella to deliver an invitation later?" I'm going with you, I have something to ask her." Moreman pursed his lips and added, "Or any wizard." ”

"Then I'll call you when I get back. Cliff braved the afternoon sun and left.

At dusk.

Cliff returned to Noll Beach, took Molman, and headed for Paising, who drove into Paisin as the sky grew darker, expecting that the Grande vampire would no longer be there.

It's a pity.

Our vampire Zack had just moved his numb body to find some food in the dark sky when he heard the sound of brakes behind him.

Zach pushed the car door, leaned out and turned his head to look back.

"Morman. Zach raised an eyebrow, "That ...... in the morning" Zach looked away, recalling for a moment, "It seems to be called Cliff." ”

Zach only muttered to himself, and when he looked over there, a car butt disappeared into the intersection.

What's going on?(To be continued.) )