"Fu**, and then, you just promised them?"

Brother Sausage looked at Ivan with a look of you TM teasing me, and he couldn't believe that with his intelligence, he couldn't see that this was obviously a deal that lost to his grandmother's family.

Kill the rulers of those countries to prove their strength?

Fake, Fake, Fake, maybe their purpose is to kill the ruler of the aggressor country, not the bullshit pope!

"Goodbye Ivan, go and play by yourself."

Steven drank the wine from his glass in one gulp, stood up and gave Ivan a middle finger (code). Ivan raised his brow, deep nasolabial folds showing that he was also confused by Steven's reaction.

"What's the matter, what's so exciting about this? Even if there are no elves, aren't we targeting them? ”

“……”

Brother Sausage was stunned for a few seconds, then he dragged over the chair and sat down again, scratched his chin and said, "This is different. I mean, there's a difference between active and reactive...... None of this matters, Fack, I just think we've been fooled by those two dark elves! ”

"That's where I don't understand you, Steven." Ivan looked at Brother Sausage with a relaxed expression, knowing that if he was willing to sit down again, he would probably not go again.

"Why do you think those two dark elves are lying to us? Or is it that in a game you've played, an NPC has sent you a quest, and when you've done it, he says to you, 'I'm sorry I lied to you, there's no reward for this quest'? ”

Ivan imitated the tone of a certain type of plot NPC with a funny gesture, and after he finished speaking, he laughed out loud first, "I'm sorry I lied to you, there is actually no reward for this mission", hahahaha, o, this is so interesting. ”

Brother Sausage looked at Ivan embarrassedly, he really didn't expect this E country guy to have such a funny side. Sensing the strange gaze of the other players in the tavern at their table, he coughed heavily. The latter duly put away his laughter and took a sip of his wine.

"Okay, maybe it's really me thinking too much, it must be the fault of the people of country Z who made this game too realistic." Steven let go of the last mustard in his heart and began to get serious.

"So my dear intelligence expert, which king do you think we should kill first? Get rid of Gando (the king of the Amdo Heights) who has already been killed by us, and there are still twenty heads waiting for us to harvest. ”

Steven's tone of voice, as if the kings of the twenty countries were nothing more than wheat growing in a wheat field ready to be harvested, made the large group of people who had been following the two "star" players since Ivan laughed a little unable to sit still, they exchanged glances, and finally the captain stepped forward.

"Hey, I didn't bother you."

Steven looked at the muscles on the other party's body that were even more exaggerated than his own, pouted and said, "Actually, yes, you disturbed us." ”

"I'm sorry." Jonathan pretended not to understand the Sausage Brother's eyes, and he sat down on the other side of the table and ordered a beer for Ivan and Steven.

"Hey, we two have some personal things to talk about now, can you please leave?" Brother Sausage clasped his hands and set aside the beer Jonathan handed over.

Ivan also didn't accept Jonathan's apology, and tilted his head in the direction of Steven's door, signaling that they would either just leave.

But Brother Sausage didn't have and didn't plan to go, it was this muscular man with a brain that was missing.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't go, I'll be happy to help you."

Brother Sausage held up three fingers at Jonathan.

"......," he retracted his index finger.

"Two ......" ring finger. Very good, the method taught to him by the little brother of country Z really worked.

The only remaining finger was reflected in Jonathan's eyes, and he smiled awkwardly, "Hey, is it necessary?" It's just a drink together. ”

"Three!"

Steven slammed his fist-clenched left hand into his words. The thumb-encased middle finger poked deeper into Jonathan's cheekbone than any other, and beer and saliva spilled in the air in a beautiful arc.

The players not far away watched all this in shock, and before they could react, Brother Sausage had already finished punching, punching, and closing the punch.

"Bi** What are you doing!"

There was a cacophony of overturned and moving chairs, and the crowd gathered around Jonathan, glaring at Sausage.

Seeing that a brawl is about to break out, the female NPCs scream and escape through the back door, and the other players either leave, or hide away from the center with a drink, waiting to watch the show.

The tavern owner, Clive, a blind old man, silently turned out from behind the bar, first sorted out the wine glasses on the table that Jonathan had overturned, and then said to Ivan, Steve, and the people on Jonathan's side, "Excuse me, can I ask you to go out and do it later?" ”

"Of course."

Seeing Clive come out, Ivan nodded very politely at the other party and gave Steve a wink.

Brother Sausage didn't know this unattractive tavern owner, but since Ivan said so, then he still went out well, and he didn't suffer anyway.

But Jonathan's gang clearly didn't want to give up, and they didn't even look at Clive before pulling out their weapons at their waists and slashing at the sausage brother who turned away.

"I said, please go out, you are not welcome here."

Clive accentuated his tone, and several players who were in a trance for a while, and when they opened their eyes again, they had already quit the game, as if they had been forced offline. If you want to enter the original map again, the system will immediately pop up with this prompt:

【You are Blake. Clive is forcibly evicted from the tavern, and the game will choose the nearest location to land in]

Yes? What do you mean?

And for the players in the game who witnessed all this, the old man just opened his mouth to say a word, and those people disappeared into thin air. What is this operation, and aren't all NPCs' attacks on players ineffective?

"Hey, you know for sure."

Among the people present, perhaps only the intelligence expert Ivan knew the hidden story, and Steve, who walked out of the tavern, patted him on the shoulder and asked curiously.

Ivan smiled, silently measured a suitable distance, and stopped.

At this moment, Jonathan and the others happened to be back online, and the rebirth point was under the sign of Clive's tavern, but it was not part of the demarcation line of the tavern, and it was an arm's length away from Ivan and Brother Sausage.

Before they could adapt to the scene change, the pitch-black fist shadow arrived as scheduled.