At about 4 p.m., White and Moriarty woke up one after another. Whether as a mid-level warrior or a mage, the biological clock of professionals is far stronger than that of ordinary people. After a brief freshening, the two left the hostel. However, because he was going to enjoy the nightlife, White did not wear a steel armor anymore, but deliberately changed into a brand new samurai robe.

Walk through the narrow streets of the fortress surrounded by people. Just as it was a few years ago, countless merchants and caravans from all over the continent continued to come and go. From a distance, the prosperous scene of the Torch Bazaar is even more enthusiastic and hot than it was back then.

It's just that the two of them planned to go to the "pumpkin cart" first to taste the long-lost golden ale wine, but unfortunately, when they came to the tavern, they found that the door of the store was closed. A wooden sign hangs diagonally under the tavern's pumpkin sign, with the words "Closed for half a day, open in the evening".

"Let's go, we have to go to Roland first." Shrugging helplessly, Moriarty withdrew his gaze from the wooden card.

"It's fine." Glancing at the closed tavern door again, he nodded wistfully.

Continue along the route from memory, and after a few street bends, you will find yourself in the neighborhood where Roland's Bar is located. Thankfully, Roland is still open for business. Even from a distance, White saw the two characteristic "living signs" erected outside the bar. Immediately, the follower's footsteps unnaturally moved several points closer behind the mage.

As the two approached, the beauties on the two flower stands immediately greeted Moriarty and White with a smile, and gently beckoned them into the bar. Looking at the flower-stage lady who was already a newcomer for an old one, Moriarty smiled and gently passed between the two pairs of snow-like arms and walked into Doro's turnstiles. Behind him, White rushed in with his head bowed in a brisk step.

Inside the bar, business is still booming. A large number of regular customers have already occupied their old seats, surrounding the small stage in the center of the bar. Even the table in the corner where Moriarty had sat a few years ago was there.

However, fortunately, the timely appearance of an "acquaintance" saved Moriarty and White the hardship of continuing to find a place at a loss.

"Hey, Treeshy, long time no see." Moriarty smiled and greeted the "legendary hostess" at Roland's Bar.

I haven't seen her for a few years, and the green-eyed girl is still a beautiful and vibrant youthful appearance, but there is a hint of maturity in her green eyes. It is like a lightly carved cat's eye, implying infinite charm.

"Hmph, why are you again?" Compared with Moriarty's friendliness and cordiality, Treich did not give a good face to the two who "reunited after a long absence", and even had a little annoyance.

It's no wonder that the story of "Teress and the Dragonfly" has become a feature of Roland's Bar over the years. Not only did a large number of regular customers never get tired of hearing about it, but even with the word of mouth of the merchants, it slowly spread out to the vast area beyond the fortress. On more than one occasion, some outsiders who came to Fort Ford for the first time would come to the bar to make a splash, just to meet the hostess of Roland, to talk to her, and to have fun. As a result, Roland's Bar has benefited from its turnover, and Tresch himself often receives handsome tips. But after all, the green-eyed girl will still feel uncomfortable when she is always teased by guests. Therefore, the "culprit" that caused the first qiē is the author of the story in front of him, Moriarty, and his "sidekick" White.

"Can you help find a seat?" As if not seeing Tereshi's stinky eyes, Moriarty continued to laugh.

“… Hmph, follow me. ”

Glaring at the mage again, the green-eyed girl didn't drive people away after all, but turned around and walked towards the bar. It was only before turning his back that Trech's beautiful green eyes paused on White's body, as if intentionally or unintentionally. In this regard, Moriarty and White were all out of sight, and walked directly forward with the waitress one after the other. …,

Skirting the two rows of crowded countertops, Tresch stopped at a round table that was in a great position, but with the word "predetermined".

"If you're lucky, the VIP seats that were reserved were temporarily canceled by the guests." The green-eyed girl picked up the predetermined cards on the table, pinched them in her palms and gently lined them up: "But when you eat at this table, all the consumption will be doubled." How's that, no problem, right? Anyway, you, the noble lord, have gold coins. With that, Teresh stared at Moriarty with a pretended disdain.

"Good, thank you." Moriarty didn't mean to be angry with the hostess at all, and understood that if she wanted to have a good meal at Roland's Bar tonight, she had to let the green-eyed girl hold back her sulk for a few years, so she immediately accepted the other party's unreasonable offer and sat down at the round table.

"Hmph, damn broad." Although he saw that Moriarty was pitted by himself without resistance, Treich still didn't feel that he had finished his revenge, but he could only mumble something in a low voice, and then turned his head to look at White: "You are also sitting, what are you still standing for?" Anyway, you don't have to spend money. ”

"Oh." White, who had been quietly staring at the green-eyed girl from the side, seemed to be awakened all of a sudden, and hurriedly pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Hmph, it's still just as stupid. Wooden man. Tresh stabbed White with the corner of his pretty eye, and continued to say coldly to Moriarty, "What do you want to eat?" ”

“…”

"Let's have three golden lamb chops first, right? You rich people will only pick the expensive ones. It's really tasteless. Moriarty didn't give her a chance to speak, and the waitress picked up her own words, then grabbed the menu on the table and turned away.

"Hehe, it seems that what happened last time really Tereshi." Seeing the green-eyed girl leave, Morarty smiled softly.

"Ahh Yes. Ever since stepping into Roland's Bar, White's reaction has slowed down, and it took a few seconds for Moriarty to come to his senses and reply vaguely.

"It's been a long time since I've seen her, but she still remembers that you like to eat lamb chops, and even the amount of food." Finally unable to hold back, Moriarty glanced at his followers and said.

"It's... It can't be... Coincidentally..."Suddenly, after receiving this "blow", White directly became incoherent nervously, completely lacking the composure and calmness of a middle-level warrior.

"Hehe, don't rush to clear it up. I've heard from Black Knife that Tresch took care of you when you were injured. Moriarty glanced naturally in the direction of the bar, then smiled at White.

White could no longer deny this, so he had to blush and not speak.

"Why don't you go to the 'pumpkin cart' later, and Jotreich with you." Not wanting his followers to be too embarrassed, Moriarty took the initiative to stop the topic, was silent for a moment, and suddenly mentioned it.

"This... She won't agree? White wanted to dismiss the "bad" idea, but after all, he didn't give up, and just looked at Moriarty uncertainly.

"Don't worry, I'll do this." Moriarty nodded, confidently taking on the task, and White's eyes immediately brightened with anticipation.

After a while, Terech took a large plate and brought three Roland Golden Lamb Chops to the round table for two. Sure enough, as Moriarty had predicted before, there was no need to order, and the green-eyed girl directly put the two largest lamb chops in front of White, leaving only the smallest of the three pieces for the checkout.

"Thanks, Treshi." Not caring that he had been discriminated against, Moriarty handed over a tip for a gold coin, and the waitress accepted it with a cold thanks.

"By the way, is Lady Parguer at the bar?" Moriarty slowly tied his white scarf, picked up his knife and fork, and asked. …,

"Why do you ask this?" The green-eyed girl stabbed the other party and asked rhetorically.

"I haven't seen her for a long time, I want to have a drink and chat with her."

If anyone dared to say such a thing at Roland's Bar, Trechy would have slapped a plate on the spot and smashed the nasty embryo half to death. But in the face of Moriarty's quiet and kind gaze, the hostess couldn't do it. The two looked at each other in silence for nearly a minute, and Tresch was the first to lose.

"Madame is out and won't be back until a few weeks." The green-eyed girl finally decided to answer the question.

"So... It's a shame. Moriarty nodded, then asked, "So is the black knife there?" ”

"Uncle is also out." Tereshi spread his hands.

"It's not there..."Moriarty lowered the silver fork in his left hand, lightly tapped the clean porcelain plate, paused, and then suddenly added: "Then you are quite free these days." ”

"What do you mean? What do you want? ”

I don't understand why the "bad guy" in front of me suddenly pulled the topic to herself, and the green-eyed girl immediately instinctively became vigilant. Don't look at the hostess just now trying to "bully" each other, but in his heart, Tresh understands that he is not Moriarty's opponent. Maybe if you are not careful, you will be pushed by him digging a big pit again.

"Nothing. Later for dinner, White and I planned to go to the pumpkin cart for a few drinks. Interested in going along? ”

Before Moriarty could finish speaking, Treich and White looked surprised at the same time. One was a complete surprise, the other with a little resentment and another faint expectation.

"I'm going to see the store." Slowly, the green-eyed girl calmed down, thought about it, and replied.

"That's right." Hearing such an answer, Moriarty smiled slightly

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