Owen Norton sat down in a chair at the bar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"A glass of 'Bloody Mary'. He said to Daddy.

Soon, Daddy's handmade 'Bloody Mary' was handed to him.

As Owen Norton was about to drink, he found himself surrounded by a circle of people. These people pointed at him and said, "Bet on him and bet on whether he will get drunk today." "Here, here, how long will it take for him to wake up! ”

Owen Nordu shook his head with a wry smile, he ordered a glass of 'Bloody Mary' every day these days, and every time he drank it, he got drunk, and then came to the golden plain of his dreams, and then was swallowed up by the bloody tide......

Today was no exception, as Owen Norton felt the blood of wine slip down his throat, and then he fell unconscious. When he woke up again, it was still very noisy.

"I won! I got it right! Fifteen minutes! Give me money!" "you, why are you waking up so fast?"

Ignoring these boring mercenaries and adventurers, Owen Norton set his sights on Daddy Tom. He had been here for three months, ignoring his country, ignoring the strife of the Golden Alliance, and no longer thinking about the coming war.

He wanted to impress Daddy Tom with this attitude. However, this is clearly impossible. Except for the first day when Daddy Tom said something to him, he never spoke to him again. Just a silent bartending pour.

Every time Owen Norton drank 'Bloody Mary' and experienced the bloody time in advance, he would look at Daddy Tom. He was looking forward to it, expecting Daddy to say something. But every time it was disappointing.

From morning to night, Daddy Tom still didn't look at him. Just when Owen Norton decided to give up. Daddy Tom actually looked at him.

Daddy looked at the young king from afar, and said, "Do you insist?"

"I insist!" Owen Norton nodded heavily.

Daddy just sighed and said no more.

Although Daddy Tom didn't speak, it gave Owen Norton a lot of hope. He sat up straight again, looking at Daddy.

I don't know how long it took, and the mercenary adventurers who sat at the bar and drank changed wave after wave.

Daddy looked over again, looked at Owen Norton and said, "I won't see you in the long river of time to come." ”

Owen Norton was in despair, his body began to chill, and although the fire in the tavern was rising, he still felt a cold wind blowing on him. He stood naked in the snow and ice. Because he knew that he would not be able to escape this fate.

"But ......"

But what? Owen Norton suddenly felt a chill and looked at Daddy Tom with blazing eyes.

"Well, some people in the long river of time can also be replaced. Daddy picked up a cup, wiped it, and said in a faint voice.

Fire, a fire came out of Owen Norton's heart. His hands were clenched, sweat soaking through his forehead, his long hair wet, and his eyes shining like a flame.

"Hmm...... If you can accept the change from king to duke......"

The flames were extinguished, and the cold wind struck again. But the flames still swayed in the cold wind. Owen Norton's face was cloudy, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to be the Grand Duke of the puppet state......"

"There will always be a king with both ability and integrity in this world. When he appears, all the guys who call themselves kings are his enemies. But he also needs the help of these former kings to manage this vast empire......" Daddy was still wiping his glass, his voice ethereal and ominous.

Owen Norton pondered.

He pondered from dark until dawn, and then he saw Richard coming down from upstairs.

The moment Owen Norton saw Richard, his heart tightened, some joy, some sadness, and some inexplicable thoughts.

"It's time for you to go home. Sometimes the sooner you make a choice, the more you can get benefits that you can't imagine......" Daddy's voice came again.

Owen Norton nodded, dragging his sleepless body over to his companion's table.

Richard and Thunder walked past Owen Norton, only to hear Thunder Ring say, "What kind of knight tournament do you say can only be played by noble knights? Hey, that means buddy can't do it?"

Richard touched his nose and whispered, "Wait a minute, I'll find Daddy to help you make a ......"

"I'M KAO, YOU'RE STILL APPLYING FOR A FAKE CERTIFICATE IN THIS TAVERN BY THE WAY......" Lei Xiang was speechless.

Richard nodded awkwardly and walked towards the back kitchen.

Their conversation was overheard by Owen Norton. He returned to his entourage and said, "Pack your bags, it's time for us to go home." Also, use a teleportation scroll to tell my brother to prepare for the Bridge Country Young Knight Tournament. ”

......

In the backyard, Richard teaches Thunder some basic attack and killing techniques.

However, I don't know if it's because Thunder is too stupid, or because the built-in system doesn't accept these 'combat methods' from another world. Lei Xiang has never learned.

"Hey......" Richard sighed and sat on the well and was speechless at the thunder.

"I said, it's not that the buddy is too stupid, it's that there is something wrong with your education method as a teacher. Of course, Lei Xiang will not admit that he has a problem.

"You use your combat skills again, what's it called?"

"Basic swordsmanship!"

"Yes! ”

Thunder Loud unleashed a basic swordsmanship at the stake, and the MP that only he could see dropped one block, and then he automatically used the basic swordsmanship completely and perfectly in his hand. The strength, the sword qi, was pierced on the stake, although Lei Xiang also took the wooden sword for practice, but the stake was still stabbed by this thorn.

Sawdust was flying, Richard raised his hand to block his eyes, and when the scene stopped, he said thoughtfully: "I always feel that your combat skills are separated from our world, but they can be fully exerted." ”

"Don't talk about that, I just want to ask, can I learn vindictiveness?"

Richard said with a sad face: "Well...... I don't know, if you can continue to train as a knight for ten years like me, you might be able to develop a fighting spirit. ”

"How long?"

"Ten Years ......"

"you, buddy might as well brush up on goblins when you have that time!"

Ignoring the thunderous gibberish, Richard took out a pure white bone sword from the space pocket behind him. Richard handed the sword to Thunder.

Lei Xiang was not polite, took it directly, looked up and down and said, "This is made of that keel?"

"Hmm. I asked Grandpa Elan to help refine it, and he said it was the dragon bone of the Elder Dragon. How do you feel. ”

"Very good, better than my black stick. ”