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If the coldness of Christopher's words is counted as ten, then the indifference of Willa's tone before can at least reach the level of seven or eight, however, it seems that he is in a good mood at the moment, and his words at the moment are only a little bit left, which is estimated to be impossible to get rid of no matter what, and it is already an understatement engraved in his bones.

"However, what makes me more curious now than the details of your friend is why you knew about the existence of the 'Peppermint and Wheat' tavern. ”

What made Troy feel "glad" -- and this emotion was a new experience for him -- was that not only did his intonation and tone become less harsh, but even the content of the man's words became much more "normal."

He still seems to be able to speak well.

Compared to when he first met the team members, Wissa definitely felt more "abnormal" in the previous conversation.

Teenagers can be sure of this.

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Leaving the crowded square,The group of two people led by Wissa crossed the heavy paths,Walked to the west side of the school metropolitan area, which is relatively remote and empty.。

It is obvious that the western part of the country is remote and empty, and the number of pedestrians on the roads has decreased significantly, and on the other hand, the tall and decorated buildings and colorful shops that have been seen around it have become less and less visible, replaced by low stone and brick houses and a large number of open spaces fenced by unknown materials.

"Haven't you arrived yet? That tavern is so far away......"

It had been nearly an hour's walk from the place where Rob Marie's singing could not be heard, and although the confusion about the function of the open spaces on both sides was the back, the boy could not help but get tired of this simple "rush".

――Is that my idea?

It was not a pure "ask if you have a question", the next moment of opening his mouth to "complain", the above question suddenly arose in Troy's heart.

In his impression, he shouldn't be the one who complains because of this kind of thing.

"It's a long way from the perspective of the dormitory, so I'm curious where you know where you know. In fact, even 'many' of people who have been in the School of Magic for more than ten years don't know that this bar exists. No, let me correct you, I know of two or three people who have been in the School of Magic for more than ten years, and none of them have ever heard the name of this bar. ”

"Because I know very few people, I shouldn't use the word 'many'. ”

Without stopping, it is better to say that Wissa, who opened the conversation, walked faster.

"Oh. The other party's words were still too profound for the young man, and Troy, who was following closely behind Wiesa, who could only respond in a wooden voice, suddenly remembered that he had not yet answered the other party's question.

"Before entering the gate of the School of Magic, at the foot of the city wall, there is a man named Keno Knight...... The weirdo of Keno Netwerf told me that there was something to find him there. ”

"Ha, it turned out to be him. Troy's sincere response was exchanged for a chuckle from Wissa, it seems that he not only knows Keno this person's situation, but must know more than Troy, "You can meet him as a 'guide of fate', that frivolous man rarely takes the initiative to talk to the same sex, since it is ......"

"I forgot to mention that I wasn't supposed to be the target of his conversation. There was another woman by my side at the time, who was my ...... Uh, 'companions'. ”

Hearing that the other party was about to misunderstand, Troy hurriedly added, but he was entangled in how to describe Vina's identity.

"Well, it's still the same frivolous guy as ever. I knew you were new, but I only said the name and didn't say the specific location, and the level of badness is still the same. ”

Not a teenage delusion, Willa always seems to have a smile at the mention of Keno. And as he said, the reason why Vesa was leading the way at the moment was that Troy didn't know where the bar was.

Continuing to trace, even if he didn't accidentally encounter the tall man in front of him, the boy still planned to go to this shop after leaving the crowd and noisy, after all, it was the only accurate "target" he could think of when he was a little tired of going with the flow.

"Can you please show me the way when I go back......? I don't remember. ”

However, he had no idea that the road to "mint and wheat" would be so tortuous, and in fact, Troy had completely forgotten the way back.

There's no way around it.

"Yes, I can't bear to leave you like this...... Wait, that seems interesting?"

"Really?"

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"Mint and wheat" is not a characteristic of the many taverns that Southwell likes to name with "what and what", "one food plus another thing that is not necessarily related", and even in the School of Magic, there are more than a dozen taverns that far surpass it in size and reputation.

"There is only one thing that can be called characteristic of this small shop with a decoration that does not at all remind you of the nature of the walk in, and the dishes are quite unpalatable, and that is its 'special mint ale'. ”

There were no twists and turns, just a simple time, and after several hours of "journey", the two finally arrived in front of the hut with the standard "mint and wheat" hanging.

The moment before pushing open the door, which looked like it was about to fall for a long time, with the voice of Wisa suddenly lowered, Troy had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly gave birth to a conjecture.

And what happened after that confirmed his conjecture.

"Hum—"

Pushing open the door - the sound of the door was strange, the first thing that caught my eye was the candle that seemed to be lit only to set the mood because it was daylight if it was used for lighting, and then, distinguishing from the noise of the Yaski tavern where the boy had stayed, Troy did not hear much noise here, on the contrary, the atmosphere here was quite quiet, only occasionally a word or two of conversation came.

There is nothing worth describing about the tables and chairs, and compared to the decoration, the waitress here is quite beautiful. In addition, the space here is small, with only a bar and five or six low tables, but it is crowded with dozens of people dressed in different styles and styles.