"Kangding, the city lord is also for your good."

Roland comforted Conding softly.

"I know. The teacher is really for my good. ”

Kangding only nodded, and said slowly in a deep voice: "I know all this. ”

There was not the slightest tremor in his voice, nor a tear in his eyes. But Roland could still see Contin's sadness.

"I understand, Contin."

Roland patted Contin's shoulder lightly, sighed and sat down beside Contin.

"I can tell, Contin. You carry a lot of things on your back," Roland's tone was soothing and flat, "although others regard you as a dependent, and you have shown your strength at the right time, I can see the softness of your heart. ”

Conding turned his head in some surprise and looked directly into Roland's plain silver-gray eyes.

He stared intently for a long time, always feeling an inexplicable familiarity.

Then Condin was stunned.

-- That's the look I often see when I look in the mirror. It was the look of a heavy carry.

Before Condin could say anything, Roland picked up the neatly stacked row of wine under the table and poured himself a bowl.

"Wait, Bishop Roland, that's not ......"

"I know. It's not mead, it's dwarven ageing, right," Roland looked at Conding with some amusement, "I can tell from the bottle." Such a good wine, you don't want to keep it privately. ”

As he spoke, Roland poured a full bowl for Contin. Holding the cup, he bowed to Kontin, and motioned for Kondin to pick it up: "Come, son of Loda Khan - don't let me, a half-elf, look down on you." ”

"Hahahahaha...... Good! Good! ”

Condin held his wine glass, looked at Roland in a daze, and then burst out laughing.

Contin's laughter was too bold. The sound was not pleasant, nor was it elegant. Only rough and muffled laughter could be heard.

But his laughter was full of joy. Just listening to his laughter, the corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

From the second floor, the knights and Hornar saw Condin leaning on the table and laughing, but when they saw that it was Roland sitting with him, the Templars immediately withdrew their disgruntled expressions.

Hornar was very interested in leading the knights to the side room for dinner, and did not disturb Roland and Contin's drinking interest.

I have to say that this red-haired woman does not have half of the hairy hands and feet of mountain people. Her prudence has been perfected to the point of excess.

Contin's laughter lasted for half a minute. Because Roland was so full, even with Contin's physical control, some dark brown liquor spilled from the small bowl he was holding when he laughed, hidden in his equally brown skin.

"Thanks, Bishop Roland......"

"Call me Roland," Roland smiled lightly, "Don't look at me so young, I should be older than you...... If you don't mind, I'll call you Brother Contin. ”

"It's all up to you. Brother Roland. ”

Condin said, and the two clinked glasses.

Without hesitation, Roland raised his head and drank a bowl of wine the size of an adult's fist. Condin is no exception.

The lubricating liquor unexpectedly provokes a violent reaction from the tongue. The intense irritation spread directly from the throat to the back of the head, and then a very strong feeling of swelling made Roland's eyes light up, and there was a numb sensation on the scalp.

At this time, the previous spicy sensation on the tip of the tongue has turned into a thick aftertaste. The fragrance poured back from his throat to his nose, and a warm current slid down Roland's chest like a line, swinging through his abdomen. The thick warmth in turn spreads throughout the body.

Good wine indeed. Unlike the home-brewed mead, which is more like a drink, this is more like the kind of wine that Roland remembers to be.

"Come again!"

After pouring two bowls of the previous bottle of wine, there was only one bottom left. So Condin took out a few more bottles of wine from under the table. Uncork one of the bottles and pour it into the bowl of the two.

After a while, the two of them drank three bowls of wine in a row.

Even at their level, they basically don't get drunk anymore. But the fact that drinks promote talk about sex, at least between men, is basically true everywhere.

After three cups, Roland's face did not change in the slightest. And a slight flush could already be seen on Contin's dark brown face.

"Honestly...... Brother Roland, you're not what I imagined. ”

Condin said softly as he poured his wine.

"What's the difference?"

"To put it mildly - at first I thought you had to be a pretty hypocritical person. It's like those little lambs of Titan. I didn't expect you to be a pretty cheerful person. ”

Condin smiled sheepishly.

Roland just shook his head amusedly: "After all, I'm a half-goblin." People are always judged by their appearance. ”

"That's right...... Judge a book by its cover. ”

Condin was suddenly silent for a moment, and then turned his hand to pour Roland wine.

And Roland didn't speak. He just watched Condin quietly, watching him pour himself a drink, without saying a word.

Wait until the bottle is also poured. Kang Ding opened his mouth and said slowly in a hoarse and low voice, "Actually, I hate the Titans. ”

"They are always hesitant to speak, they dare not say what they want to say, and they always go around the bend to point it out to you...... I'm a rough man. I don't understand these things, I always don't understand them, and then I will be laughed at. ”

"I don't really understand. Why can't you speak directly, wouldn't it be nice to say something directly? If it's really for the good of anyone, tell him face to face, or do it directly - people are not stupid, they can always see it. ”

"And if you really want to do something crooked, then you deserve to be kicked in the back. If you dare to do it, you have to dare to admit it. ”

Continence stared at his bowl intently, the dark brown of the wine reflecting Contin's own appearance.

He was silent for a moment, then his voice became calmer and softer: "Seriously. I used to hate that bread kid. I don't even know his name until now, because when he introduced himself, I hated that smirk and didn't listen to it at all. ”

"After moving in, I wanted to kick him out every day. Because as I guessed, he spoke softly...... It's not the voice of Brother Roland, but the sound of me wanting to kick him when I hear it. He could speak well, but he had to pinch his throat and learn the dialect of the Titans. Oh, as if he didn't have the blood of Loda Khan in him. ”

"That kid sticks to Lim every day, telling stories that are made up. He's just like his bread, it's quite expensive but it's useless to buy it, and the only point is to cheat money out of some kid who doesn't know anything. ”

"It's the same with his wife. The daughter of a corrupt merchant is accustomed to eating and drinking, and she picks and chooses what she eats at night. He also said that drinking mead wine at night is not good for the body, and that eating meat every day is not nutritionally balanced...... We come here every day and we don't see anything wrong. It's hypocrisy. ”

"And they won't take care of the children. When the child pees, they panic and don't know what to do, and when the child cries, they also shout anxiously. They can't do anything, they can only make things worse, and in the end, they have to let Honar help them. ”

The look in Contin's eyes was very complicated. He held the bowl and stared at the dark brown liquid as if he were looking at someone's face.

Then, he picked up the bowl and drank it down with Roland.

Smacking his lips, he opened another bottle of wine and poured himself slowly.

While pouring the wine, Condin muttered in a vague voice: "But how happy they are." ”

"That kid can't do anything, but at least he loves his wife enough. His wife couldn't eat anything but eat, but when she couldn't see the boy she never smiled. ”

"I hate them. But they are innocent...... They don't deserve to die in this damn weather. They could have survived well. But now everything is ruined. ”

Condin put the wine bowl back on the table, covered his face tightly with his hands, rubbed it twice, and made a faint sound: "Who am I to blame?" Teacher? Those innocent children? Or is it this damn weather? ”

Then he put one hand on his forehead and sighed deeply.

Roland was silent for a long time.

He had originally planned to get Condin over a drink, but now Roland didn't want to do that.

The current Condin is more like a child than Roland in a sense.

He was too pure. On the contrary, Roland was a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, the current Condin is not the enlightened Condin in the future. For him, family is something more important.

Let's take it slowly. Wait until after the monsters invade......

Roland gave up the initial idea, patted Contin's shoulder, and picked up the wine bowl: "Salute this cruel world." ”

“…… To this cruel world. (To be continued.) )