On the way to the bar, he accidentally ran into Tovar, which made Duchamp excited, and he reached for a few bottles of wine and took the initiative to fight the guerrillas for the first time.

The red-haired female guerrilla pupil lit up, and she found that Fang and Duchamp's strength, to be precise, was that the amount of alcohol was good, and regardless of the dark face of the shadow thorn, she took out a whole box of ale that was placed under the counter and slammed it on the counter.

"It's an ale that has been distilled many times, and one cup is equivalent to five glasses of regular ale! Everyone drink openly, today I have a treat! ”

The half-drunk students did not hear the warning at all, and one of them reached out and took a bottle, which he used as ordinary ale, and each other.

Shadowthorn was filled with grief and indignation that he could save a bottle, and he copied a bottle himself.

In Sarah's frenzy, no one can stop her, and she can only deduct it from her guerrilla commission after the fact, but her reward for this month should have been deducted.

Duchamp opened a bottle nonchalantly, poured a large mouthful into his mouth, and then suddenly felt a little prick on the tip of his tongue.

Is this wine, or is it alcohol? He slowed down his swallowing, trying his best to avoid the irritation from the mouth to the stomach, reached out and wiped the wine star on the side of his mouth, and forced himself to calm down: "Well, the wine is not bad." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang", and a person fell next to him.

It's Daniel.

Liermu staggered over and hugged Duchamp's hand: "I'm a little dizzy." As soon as he finished speaking, he slipped down and hugged Duchamp's thighs tightly.

I was hugged on my thigh, but it didn't feel very good.

"Hey! Don't drink it, we have a rehearsal for the show in the afternoon! Duchamp yelled at the top of his throat.

Learmor was half-awake by this roar.

"Oh no, there's a rehearsal in the afternoon!" He stood up in a panic and went to grab someone else's bottle. "Can't drink anymore!"

Fang didn't seem to hear it, his eyes were red, and he was completely in touch with the hot girl.

Daniel, who had just sat empty, got up from the ground and went to grab the wine bottle again, which was clutched tightly by Lilmu.

"Woo woo, you just let me have a good drink!" Daniel actually burst into tears.

Duchamp was dumbfounded, Mark leaned over, squeezed his eyebrows and explained: "Daniel's family has ordered a family affair for him, and he seems to be very dissatisfied. ”

"Oh, that woman is ugly?"

"It should be okay, I heard that the family is right, and the woman is not bad, mainly because Daniel is dissatisfied with the family's arrangement."

"Damn!" Duchamp slammed the bottle down the bar and smashed it, sending the golden liquor to the ground. He leaned over to Daniel and shouted in his ear: "It doesn't take any effort to get a young and beautiful daughter-in-law for nothing, where can I find such a good thing!" ”

"You said it lightly, try it if you change it!" Daniel's eyes were red, he glared at Duchamp twice, pounded the oak table of explanations, and complained loudly, "There is no hope, life is decided by others." ”

"Bang!" The sound of heavy wine bottles and the sound of the bar bumping, Eisenberg came over with red eyes, and hugged Daniel: "It's hopeless, hahaha,!" ”

The liquor, which even Duchamp found difficult to swallow, poured into the throats of the two men like boiled water.

Tovar, a guerrilla on the side, glanced at Sarah reproachfully and went out.

After a while, there was the sound of a guided cart coming from outside the door. Tovar actually got a minibus.

A few people who were still awake took a lot of effort to get Daniel, who was crying sadly, Fang, who was already red-eyed with hot girls, and Eisenberg, who was already semi-unconscious, into the car.

Tovar came over to check on a few drunken men, frowned, took out a tactical guide from the small leather bag on his waist, and aimed it at Eisenberg, and came up with a purification spell.

"It shouldn't get in the way, just go back and get some sleep. I apologize to you on behalf of Sarah. ”

Someone next to him muttered a few words to the effect that "is that lady really a guerrilla?" How is it not the same as the legend. ”

Tovar pretended not to hear and concentrated on driving.

Upon arriving at the Ruley Polytechnic University, he insisted on not charging fares, and apologized again for the waywardness of the female guerrillas, explaining again and again that if there was a formal commission, it was a very reliable partner.

Duchamp saw the old power guide on his waist, and suddenly had an idea, and put the money away again.

Mark and Isaac grumbled and picked Daniel up.

"Styry, Eisenberg will be taken care of by you." Isaac commanded loudly.

On campus, this group of drunks who crookedly occupy the entire road attract a lot of attention.

Duchamp struggled to hold Eisenberg, and suddenly, he realized that this was an opportunity.

Before Eisenberg woke up, he helped Eisenberg to a bench on the side of the road and whispered into Eisenberg's ear: "I know what is going on in your heart!" ”

Eisenberg turned his head sharply, and his eyes were red with alcohol, and there was a flame of rage!

"Which thing? That thing? Ha, you listened to Morgana. What did she say to you? Well! You know! You believe it, hahahaha! ”

The opportunity could not be missed, Duchamp hurriedly increased the intensity of stimulation: "That's right, before Morgana left, she told me about the Hamel incident, but there are discrepancies with some of the information I know, so I want to get verification from you." ”

"Verify? She's the Countess of Hehe right away, and everyone is busy patting her ass, don't you shoot it quite loudly! What else is there to verify! This world has crossed! It's been completely twisted! Eisenberg jumped up from the bench and yelled at Duchamp, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many days were finally successfully aroused by Duchamp.

Duchamp was a little embarrassed, and now the alcohol in Eisenberg's mouth was squirting out of his face.

He hurriedly expressed his position: "Morgana told me, but I don't believe it, there are a lot of illogical things in it." I heard that your father is only a lieutenant colonel, how could someone at this level plan such a big thing? ”

"Hahaha!" Eisenberg laughed and slapped the bench with one hand, "You see, normal people wouldn't believe it, right, their kind of powerful people are full of lies, who would believe it if they have brains!" ”

Duchamp nodded his head as densely as a rainstorm, and after a few seconds, he asked further: "They call that place the village of Hamel, right, I went to the school library to check the map information, and there is no place on it, where is it?" ”

Eisenberg shook his head sadly, his red eyes flashing with despair.

"You can't find it, the empire revised the map of the country after the Great Day, completely erasing the village from the records, and if you want to find it, you have to find the remaining atlases published before 1192."

Duchamp frowned, he didn't expect this matter to be so troublesome. "Why write this place off the map entirely?"

"Why, this is their conspiracy, ostensibly, it is to prevent the people from being dissatisfied with the army after learning about it, but in fact, after they have achieved their goal, they want to completely erase this place, so that their conspiracy will never be exposed."

Duchamp continued to ask in a low voice: "Who are they, and what is their purpose?" ”

"Hahahaha!" Eisenberg laughed wildly, and without replying, he staggered to his feet, and walked wildly toward the woods in front of him, one high and one low.