Owen Norton looked at the dark elf. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I saw that this dark elf looked ordinary, not as ugly as the dark elf, nor as handsome as an ordinary elf, just a face that people would forget when they saw it.

He was wearing a brown robe, holding a cocktail in his hand, and several mercenaries sitting at the bar were talking loudly to him. There is no shelf, no momentum, no power fluctuation, just like an ordinary person.

Perhaps sensing Owen Norton's gaze, Daddy Tom suddenly looked in this direction and met Owen Norton. But this time, Owen Norton was not drawn into any illusions, only to see the dark elf named Tom Daddy smile at him, and then turned back to continue mixing.

Is a seemingly powerless, affectionate dark elf the protagonist of many legends in the Misty Forest?

Owen Norton stood up and walked towards the bar. He was sure that this was what he was looking for.

A dark elf, a dark elf from the natural opposition of underground and above-ground creatures. A dark elf who can open the only tavern in the Misty Forest. A dark elf with the ability to instantly knock down demigod-level subordinates. A dark elf that keeps all organizations silent. A dark elf that silences even the gods. He was the dark elf he was looking for.

Owen Norton came to the bar and found an empty seat to sit down.

"What do you order?" said Daddy was pouring drinks for the others.

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"Hmm...... Let me think. Ah, I recommend you 'Bloody Mary'. ”

"'Bloody Mary' I've never heard of such a concoction. ”

"This is something I only recently concocted, and it's an honor that you're the first to taste him. ”

"That's a real pleasure. But why is this wine called that? Any allusions?"

"Legends, I mean legends. Ten thousand years ago, or even longer, there was a queen named Mary on our continent, who was very brutal and killed people every day for fun. The people she killed had stained the river that flowed through her kingdom red, and people drank the bloody water every day, so they secretly called her 'Queen Mary the Bloody'. Daddy said as he concocted a glass of wine called "Bloody Mary".

Owen Norton was silent for a long time before he said, "I've never heard of this legend. ”

"I haven't heard of it, it's okay. Haven't you heard it from my mouth now? Oh, okay, come and taste it. After Daddy finished speaking, he just mixed the glass of wine and handed it to Owen Norton.

Looking at the glass of wine, which was like blood, Owen Norton didn't try it right away. Instead, I stared at it, and my mind was full of thoughts. When the Rhine Alliance and the vampires fight, the Golden Alliance, sandwiched between them, will bear the brunt of the attack. And then the blood stains the Rhine (as mentioned earlier, the Rhine flows down from the snow-capped mountains in the far north of the eastern continent, and then flows south to the sea), isn't this the "Bloody Mary"......

"Why don't you taste it, or do you want to taste the 'Bloody Mary' in that river?" Daddy's voice interrupted Owen Norton's thoughts.

Owen Norton looked in amazement at the dark elf named Daddy Tom in front of him. How would he know what I was thinking? No, no, no, any thought was transparent in the face of a powerful being...... Owen Norton smiled apologetically at his father, then brought the wine to his lips......

When the wine enters the mouth, Owen Norton initially feels the taste of tomato juice, but when he swallows it, it becomes a real taste of blood. With this flavor, Owen Norton found himself no longer at Papa Tom's Tavern.

He returned to the Golden Plains, to his own country, the Kingdom of the Golden Lion. He stood under the walls of the royal city, looking at the broken walls, the smoke-filled inner city. Countless corpses lay around him, all of which he knew. There was his most respected uncle, his most supportive brother, his loyal knight, and the demigod who quietly guarded the kingdom......

And now they were all corpses, bleeding from their bodies. Countless blood poured out of countless corpses and turned into a great river of blood, which rushed towards him......

Just as he was about to engulf him, he heard a trumpet. He saw the banner of the Nine Stars, he saw the banner of the empire that the vampires still held onto, and then he was swallowed up by the river of blood......

"Hahaha, look at this kid, he's actually drunk in one gulp!" Owen Norton felt confused, but the voice next to him was vivid.

"You kid didn't get drunk back then......"

"Nonsense...... Come on, don't get drunk today!"

Owen Norton finally came to his senses and found himself lying on the bar. He rubbed his head and looked up, just in time for Daddy's meaningful smile.

"Daddy...... I ...... "Owen Norton may still be a little drunk and slurred."

"It's okay, daddy, my wine is like this, and I get used to it when I drink too much. Daddy was still smiling.

Owen Norton sat up straight, shook his head, felt completely conscious, and said to Daddy, "Daddy, I need your help. ”

"Oh, do you want to post a task? Come and tell me and I'll arrange it for you. Daddy replied with a smile.

"No...... I want you to help me. Owen Norton stared into Daddy Tom's eyes.

"My help?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know what it takes to ask me for help?" Daddy Tom retracted his smile and returned to that faint expression.

"Everything I can have is for you!"

"Yes, but my charges are more expensive than the devil's. Are you sure you want to mortgage your soul to me?"

"I ......" Hearing that it was something as ethereal as the soul, Owen Norton hesitated.

"But I really need your help! I'm at the end of my rope! Destruction is on the horizon at any moment," Owen Norton said excitedly.

Father Tom shook his head and said, "It's none of my business. ”

"I ......" Irving Norton was trying to say.

But he was interrupted by his father, who waved his sleeves and said, "Let's go, go back and forth from where." This is not the place you should be. ”

Owen Norton walked back to his table in despair, ignoring the concerned gazes of his attendants, and was alone in a daze......

But......

But a shout woke him up again.

"Daddy, little Richard is back!" exclaimed Simba the centaur as he rushed into the tavern.