1:301 Trapped in Chaos (Part I)

An hour later, somewhere in London.

Is this really a tavern?

The dark tavern wafts with the smell of smoke, alcohol, men's stinking sweat and the strange stench of squid (presumably a stinger?), and some vulgar pop music plays in the tavern.

In the center of the tavern is a raised stage where a group of scantily clad bunny-eared girls dance hotly on the poles, throwing kisses at the audience from time to time. While the men were drinking, they looked at the bunny girls with lewd eyes from the audience, pouring their eyes on their swaying upper bodies, flying legs, and their charming eyes.

The dancing figures are mixed with the flickering stage lights, which is dazzling to watch.

"Oh, you must be joking with me—" Arthur saw this, and quickly hid his face and turned his head to leave.

"Don't be afraid, Cousin Arthur—come, come, sit down. Jaglovi laughed and pulled Arthur to sit down, "What are you afraid of? What an innocent little boy!" "I'm only seventeen-" "I was [that] when I was sixteen, you're still afraid of this thing at seventeen, are you still a man?" Jaglovi said as he grabbed Pasiva by the hand, "Don't you try to run away, Passiva! Jaglovi pressed the two boys into their chairs, "Sit down, don't slip away! I'm going to buy a drink." What do you want to drink?" Arthur said. "Milk. "Pashiwa Road.

"Oh hahahahahaha! Oh my God, you two are such a strange couple! Run to the tavern and call for orange juice and milk?--Paseva, you're an adult, you should at least have a drink!?you order milk and you're not afraid of being laughed at?"Whew, give me a glass of liqueur. Pasiva replied reluctantly.

"That's just a little bit like that—wait a minute. "Jaglovi went to buy wine.

"Hmm," Persiva looked at Arthur shyly. Arthur was looking awkwardly at the ceiling of the bar, deliberately not looking at the dancing bunny girls.

"Cousin Arthur—" "Just call me Arthur." Arthur interrupted with a cold reply, hoping that this would bluff the troublesome fellow Perciva.

"Arthur. But the sluggish Pasiva refused to do so (he didn't even notice that he was being bluffed by Arthur), and continued, "I always feel that I have seen you somewhere before." "Nope. Arthur replied coldly, "We never met before you came to me. "Really?" said Persiva, "I always think you're a little like Arthur with a girl I like, aren't you—" A drop of cold sweat ran across Arthur's forehead. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the muscles in his body began to tense and he held his breath.

Pasiva looked at Arthur's face, and he searched carefully for the outline of it, hoping to find something similar to the girl he had had loved that night.

He's really a magician. His eyes are very sharp, his perceptiveness is very strong, he can almost see people's hearts.

Arthur knew he couldn't fool this man. With just that little makeup and fancy clothes at that time, there was absolutely no way to deceive this person!

(-I'm going to be seen through!) (He doesn't think I'm a pervert who dresses as a woman!?) However, Passiva gives a completely unexpected answer: "Aren't you, Artoria's brother?"

It can be like this.

saved. This guy is a, it's really good!

"Yes, yes. How did you meet Artoria?" Arthur replied with a fake smile, "Oh, what a headache, that crazy girl, is she out there again?" "Tricks, tricks?"—listen, cousin Paseva. "Arthur didn't care anymore, he disregarded the lower limit, and smeared this [Artoria] to his heart's content, hoping that Pashiva would die for the matter:

"My sister and I are the illegitimate sons of Grand Duke Uther Pantoraken. When we were young, we were driven into the countryside to avoid people's eyes and ears, and we lived in extreme poverty. That's how my sister's bad habit of deceiving people was learned.

Even now, she still pretends to be a lady, swaggering and deceiving in the circle of dignitaries, spending the night with rich sons and brothers, and defrauding them of a lot of money.

I'm completely dead to that sister. And you, cousin Paseva, should also stay away from that girl, and not listen to her rhetoric. Otherwise, you will be cheated and ruined. Pashiva blushed and looked at Arthur with fear and distrust in her eyes, "No, no—Artoria is a good girl, and I can see in her eyes the noble soul within her." She's not the kind of liar and ** you say!" "Say whatever you want, my dear cousin. Arthur saw Jaglovie coming over with a plate of wine, and quickly stopped the conversation: "Anyway, that girl will never appear in front of you again." With me nearby, she's sure she'll be far away. You've escaped from her clutches, congratulations. "All the loopholes of the lie were closed, everything was seamless, and even Arthur was happy with his performance. He couldn't wait to find someone to boast about his urgency.

"Oh, what are you two talking about?" Jaglovi put the wine on the table on his plate, two glasses of clear wine and a glass of orange juice in front of Arthur.

"Looks like you're already acquainted! Very well—let's watch a show for a while, and then get a girl to play with—" "No. Arthur despised Jaglovia's nasty thoughts. When he was questioned like this by Pasiva just now, he felt a thirst in his throat again, so he picked up the glass of juice and drank it.

Nice juice with a mellow apricot flavor.

Well, what's up with this throat-burning sensation?

"Ah, that's my Apricot Brandy," cried Perciva hurriedly.

(*Note: A type of liqueur.) It is made of brandy with fresh apricot juice and is sweet and delicious. About 25% alcohol) "Brand-?" Arthur shook his head.

Did he shake his head?

Arthur only felt that the world was spinning, and a wave of dizziness came to his mind. He knew he had been tricked.

"This juice is poisonous!" he exclaimed, and slammed it onto the table.

At this moment, the girl who was dancing pole dancing on the stage smiled evilly, untied something from her body, and threw it at Arthur, who had fallen on the table. Arthur's eyes were blurred, and he was surprised to see the huge hidden weapon flying in, and he felt bad in his heart.

He was hit in the face by the thing, and he heard the men around him heckling, thinking that this was the end of the day: he had been poisoned and ambushed. These guys turned out to be all Assassins sent by the Council!-

Do you really want to die here?!

But he was powerless to resist. The strange smell of the hidden weapon was thrown on his face, and although it was neither painful nor itchy, it blindfolded his eyes, leaving his eyes dark. This sped up the rate at which he lost consciousness.