"Hey, friend, how do you get to this drinking place?"

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Cheng.

The only human shop in the city is in front of the door, which is the bustling season of people coming and going.

Because a new batch of the latest supplies for the month has just arrived today, the upper echelons of the city are busy buying the necessary goods, or receiving the valuables and rare items that have been pre-ordered in advance.

At this moment, at the door of the shop, a creature dressed in obvious human attire was leaning against a pillar next to the door and talking to the Templar who was in charge of monitoring and guarding the shop.

"Seriously, I think you guys are good in Asgard, it's snowing all day, it's beautiful, you have to know that when I was in Central Kingville, there wasn't a good snow for years. The human continued to chatter, completely oblivious to the disdain, hatred, disdain, or curiosity that the demons had thrown at him.

The Templars ignored him.

These great warriors from the sacred mountain of Salem, adhering to the highest precepts of the Templar, tenacity and pride, have long given everything to the greatest cause, and have tempered the most tenacious will from the most cold frost, and their concentration is naturally extraordinary.

He stood there like a silent hill, unmoving, just guarding his post.

"Seriously, don't you really know where to get good wine? It's the kind of place where you can have beautiful girls to drink and dance, sing, and watch the snow. "Don't you really have such a place in Asgard?" That's a pity, but speaking of which, it's a business opportunity, and if I open a store like this, ...... tsk."

He bowed his head and began to whisper to himself.

At the same time, the second floor of the shop.

"Why did he come with us?" someone sighed in annoyance as he looked downstairs.

"He's your teacher's protégé, your senior brother, isn't it okay for you to say that about him here?" the person on the side habitually smoked his cigar, and his mouth was saying high-sounding words, but the tone was sarcastic.

"This is Asgard, not anywhere else. The person who spoke before responded lightly, and did not express anything about the previous ridicule.

"Don't you know that the famous prodigal son, Mr. Artist, was a naturalist besides an unobtrusive poet?" said the cigar smoker, not discouraged by the lack of a response to his ridicule, flicking the ashes from his hand, "he is the key man in our journey." ”

"That's ...... The answer was unexpected, and the person before didn't know what to say.

At this time, the situation downstairs has made new progress.

"Can't you speak? Still don't understand the lingua franca of the mainland?" said the human leaning against the doorpost, who had not been ignored with anger, as he watched the motionless black-robed warrior make a regretful gesture, "Whatever the case may be, it's sad, because you can't appreciate the poem I'm about to write for you, Ah, the warrior of Asgard." ”

"But before I do that, I'll go to a bar first. So saying, he finally left the doorpost, and no longer chattered, intending to go.

But it was at this moment that the Templar, who had not moved, made his first move, he stretched out a hand and stopped in front of the human, and said in a low voice, "Human, stand back." ”

He's not mute, he's not deaf, he just doesn't want to communicate with humans.

"Aha, you finally spoke, it turns out that you can speak, and the mainland lingua franca is also good, then it will be easy to do. Rather than being deterred by the Templar's indifference, the humans were overjoyed, even reaching out to pat the other man on the shoulder, "Let me go, or I'll give you some money, and see, I'm a good talker, and it would be nice if you could introduce me to some pretty girls by the way." ”

The Templar stopped talking, and his forehead was emblazoned with the resolute face of Mount Salem, filled with two words, and he stepped back.

"Don't be so unkind, I don't believe you don't usually go, everyone is a man, why bother each other?" the human squeezed his eyes and stretched out a foot.

The Templar's body began to condense with a dark and solemn aura.

He's ready to do it.

And humanity is still looking like it's indecided, and it's still moving forward.

"I have to go down. The man upstairs sighed again.

At this moment, there was a neighing of horses, and a dark magic horse flew in, and immediately a burly knight, dressed in black and red robes with gold and white, flew in the snow with scattered snowflakes.

The magic horse soon came to the front of the shop, and there was no hindrance.

The magic horse hissed.

Interrupted the confrontation in front of the door.

"What's wrong?" the burly knight on the horse had red hair, which was particularly dazzling in the snow and ice.

"It's him. The man who was going to go downstairs stopped, "What is he doing here?"

"Maybe our whereabouts have been exposed. The cigar smoker was still smiling, and said something that seemed to concern him, "Maybe a large group of people will come to arrest us later." ”

As soon as his words fell, more than a dozen neighing horses followed.

A dozen magic horses carrying a dozen Templars were belated.

"My lord, this human wants to go out. The Templar in front of the door replied on one knee.

"Go back. The red-haired knight dismounted, like a god of war falling to the ground, his white cloak rolled upside down, revealing the word weak.

"Hehe...... "At this time, the human didn't dare to slip anymore, and retreated with a smile.

"You, clear the room, I want all humans to see me in the hall in ten minutes. The red-haired god of war folded his arms around his chest and closed his eyes.

Behind him, the Templar streamed in, engulfing the slick human along with him.

From time to time, the slick human let out screams of pain, or feigned pain, but no one paid any attention to him.

"I can't really tell you that, right?" The people upstairs didn't panic, just looked at the red-haired man standing quietly in the snow downstairs.

"Who knows?" said the cigar smoker, still smiling, looking at the red-haired man.

At this moment, the man seemed to be aware of something, raised his head, and opened his eyes, but what he saw was a closed window.

Autumn in Asgard is so cold.

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