"Young man, since you have come to me again, it means that the old fellow has rejected your request. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"That's why I'm here to ask you for advice. ”

"This Hingio, finally had a chance to get back to his old good, and his stubbornness rose again. The old woman muttered,

"I don't want to watch him continue to self-exile, I've got you covered. “

"Thank you very much, but I'm curious about what kind of grudge Mr. Lexa has with Master Singio?"

"Curious young man, come into the house and sit down, the humble house is shabby, and it will be settled. “

Rodin followed the old woman into the cottage opposite the blacksmith's shop, and listened to her slowly in the bright fire.

"Ahem...... Zingio, Lexa, and Una were originally three best friends, and they were inseparable, sharing weal and woe, living in the vast steppe tribe without talking about anything, and spending a good time carefree. “

"But friendship may precipitate with time, or it may be blown away by the wild winds of the grassland. “

The old woman wiped the moist corners of her eyes and sighed,

"They are the latter. Perhaps by fate, the two boys coincidentally chose the profession of swordsmith. “

"Young wolves are unruly and full of victory, and they want the decoration of the halo of honor more than the plain friendship. ”

"After all, one of them must be chosen to inherit the mission and glory of the ancestors, and there is no doubt that the qualification to inherit the lineage of the swordsmith has become a barrier between the two. They are gifted and go hand in hand on the path of the swordsmith, striking each other down with all their strength. Una watched her two younger brothers go from sympathetic to inseparable, her heart dripping blood, but she couldn't stop the two wild steppe wolves. “

On the day of the swordsmith's choice, Lexa defeated Singio by a narrow margin and successfully took over the inheritance, while the failed Singio was so disheartened that he gave up the field of sword oil blending and devoted all his energy to weapon casting, perhaps his true talent was here, and he soon surpassed all the tribes and became a master foundry. ”

In order to better hone their casting abilities, Singio and his sister Una chose to leave the grassland, and at the same time leave the person he loved and hated. ”

Una and Singio left their homeland and traveled around the Sith Empire, eventually settling in the city of St. Gallen, Irnes, where they opened a blacksmith shop. ”

Una knew that Singio still hadn't let go of his original grievances, and was angry at the swordsmith's choice, and his arrogance prevented him from returning to the tribe to see Lexa again. ”

But he desperately longed to return to the grassland and recognize his brother, and his ambivalence caused him to be tormented, and he became self-exiled, and even the casting was deserted. ”

The old woman, that is, Una, covered her mouth with her wrinkled hands and took a deep breath.

"Time is gone, and the past is empty. Young man, do you know what to do now?"

Rodin pondered: "Master Cingio is obsessed with the events of that year, and he can't wipe his face back and forth to return to the grassland, and he thinks that he will not be inferior to Teacher Lexa. “

"But I know that Teacher Lexa has already let go of these grievances, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't leave the grassland with the duties of a flint swordsmith, he would have rushed over to recognize you. “

"My next method, Mr. Lexa will definitely not mind. “

"Granny Una, you said that if Lexa's disciple went to curry favor with Singio, would his pride be satisfied. “

"What a cunning young man, by the way, the old thing has three hobbies in this life, gambling, casting and spirits, especially the most mellow wine, and the old thing has no resistance to it. Granny Una leaned into Rodin's ear and said playfully,

"I'm telling you quietly that the owner of the Ishadine Tavern has a private cellar for the 1968 Vicima Champion, and Hingio has been salivating over that thing. “

"I see, Granny Una, I'm going to make Master Singio come back together!"

Rodin returned to the Edhardine tavern without stopping, and in the morning, when the tavern was sparsely crowded, he deliberately chose a table near the wine cabinet, ordered a glass of blueberry wine to himself, and after pretending to take a sip, he showed a mouth full of white teeth.

"I said boss, this blueberry wine tastes too bad, it's just a watery taste, is there no better wine?"

"Giggles. "The proprietress of Sardine, Lorovia, is a young woman with a toned body, and her long azure dress with slits shows off her plump and slender thighs, which looks extremely irritating.

"Guest, you are laughing, our sardine-loving wine is second to none in the whole of St. Gallen, and which guest does not give a thumbs up when he drinks it. ”

She had a sweet smile and a warning in her bright eyes.

Rodin shrugged his shoulders, "This wine is too light, it's like a girl drinks, give me real wine, don't tell me you don't have it here?!"

These words drew the sparse guests in the tavern, and a scrawny drunkard burped, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and said, "Lorovia...... Belch...... This one-eyed stinky boy must be from out of town, kid, do you know how to drink, hiccup...... Of course, you can't have a lot of fun ordering a lady's blueberry wine, burp...... If you're enough, you'll have the strongest addiction, brother, me, burp...... I'll have a drink with you!"

"What are you yelling about, old Jack, when will you pay off the wine money you owe?" the proprietress stared at each other, and the drunkard immediately laughed again, "Aren't I helping you?" boy, don't mess around in the Ishaldine Tavern, the proprietress has a very hard background, you can't afford to mess with it!" After saying that, he giggled and left.

"It's a pity that there isn't a glass of wine in the famous Ethardine tavern in St. Gallen that satisfies me!"

Lorovia tried her best to keep a smile and said respectfully, "The guests are great, since you want a good wine, then please wait a while, I will bring it to you, I will ensure your satisfaction!"

A moment later, the wine table in front of Rodin was filled with more than a dozen glasses of wine of different colors, and bursts of intoxicating aromas filled the air.

Lorovia smiled, "To your satisfaction, this time I've made the best wines in the tavern, the worst is five years old, and the best is my thirty-year-old dwarven spirits, which you can enjoy now as you like." “

"But I have to warn you that these wines are not cheap, costing a thousand Magneti in total. “

Rodin quietly flipped his purse around, "Is it enough to bribe Singio with thirty years of dwarven spirits, and can I really cheat the 200-year history of the 1968 Virgin Champion!?"

He thought about it for a moment, and then stubbornly asked, "What if these wines still don't satisfy me?!"

Lorovia's pupils shrank, and she quietly clenched her pink fist, and then let go. "If you don't see if this will work, how boring it is to drink alone, I will let a girl drink with you, it will definitely make you happy. ”

"Girl, no, no, you misunderstood me. Rodin said slowly, "I came to the Sardine Tavern this time, just for that sip of wine, and the woman will forget it." Maybe you can find someone who drinks well to accompany me to help me have fun!"

"What do you think of me?"

Under her brown hair, Lorovia's pretty face was full of confidence.

"If I'm lucky enough to win you by drinking, then please pay for the sake and go home happy. If I lose, then ......"

The proprietress blushed her pink cheeks, "Then I'll treat you with the best wine in the tavern!"

"No problem, it's you!"