Objectively speaking, there is another thing that can barely be called "different" about this tavern called Mint & Wheat, which is that the customers here are quite regular, and they all have considerable strength, unlike the usual bars. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

- There are at least twenty powerful forces of magic in this, at least at the level of Ralph.

Thinking like this, the moment he pushed the door in, the young man who was following behind Wissa, who was hiding his appearance in a strange outfit, immediately noticed a dozen glances from tall men who had crossed the front and directed at him.

“......”

In this regard, the teenager, who remembered Wissa's advice that "it is better to restrain some magic" but could not do it easily, chose to remain silent. One good thing is that there is probably another direction for future growth: learn the art of hiding magic.

These gazes were not hostile but more instinctive, and in fact, it would be strange not to be wary and suspicious of Troy's powerful and strange magic if one had the ability to perceive magic accurately.

Therefore, from this point of view, it is quite debatable that Wissa, who should have a considerable degree of perceptual ability, has never called the magic power of a teenager "powerful".

"Although the magic of Wesley's level can only be detected in his body, his strength is definitely very strong, I am afraid that he must be as strong as dozens of Wesley's. ”

Troy uses a very strange comparison in his speculation, and it must be mentioned that this is the kind of speculation that gives rise to the idea that "it will never be a miscalculation".

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All in all, the fact that two "strange faces" stepped into this remote bar didn't make much of a splash among the owners and regulars of the bar. The feeling of being watched quickly disappeared from the boy's body, and many people just gave a slight look of concern and immediately withdrew it, continuing to talk softly about themselves or listen quietly to the conversations of others.

"What's the feeling? This is where you want to be. ”

Coming to a small table closest to the door, the man stood still for a moment, and his seemingly casual words unexpectedly brought a little peace of mind and a little pride, and the reason why he would bring these "elements" made the young man behind him puzzled.

-- What reassures him, and what makes him proud?

There seem to be quite a lot of mysteries hidden in Wissa's body, but just like the young man's guess about his strength, "these secrets will not be easily known to me" is also the "apocalypse" he has harvested from the dark.

"Feeling, not feeling anything. People I know, Keno, don't seem to be here. ”

The reason the boys would come here was only because Keno had mentioned it, though no one would believe it if they told anyone else.

"Taverns, bars, wines, ales, ......"

Ignoring the still standing Wissa, Troy simply closed the distance between the chair and the round table, and then the boy who muttered words of anticipation sat down as relieved.

"Keno, he's not there, but I can still feel the traces of his magic just now...... No, he's already so good at concealing his magic, but why is he hiding from me?"

Again, the "quality" of Wiesa's discourse seems to be much higher than that of Troy. At the same time, the man seemed to inadvertently hook the chair with his foot from under the old wooden table that seemed to have grown moss, pressed the palm of his right hand against the back of the chair, and sat down on the chair with a twist of his wrist before it was pressed to a "squeak".

"It's amazing. ”

This was Troy's true words, the boy did not see how Wiesa's body was moving just now, and on the other hand, the thought of why the other party made such a meaningless gesture made him want to ask questions immediately.

"Boss, two glasses of special ale. ”

However, Wissa would not give him this opportunity. Before the boy's question could be asked, the clear words of the man who turned around and raised his arms made him focus more on the anticipation of the ale.

"I know you're a newcomer.,I just entered the school yesterday.,Now I haven't even got the information card in my hand.。 So, this cup is what I invited you to celebrate our 'fateful encounter'. ”

"Hmm...... Thank you?"

For some reason, although Wiesa's tone sounded very sincere, Troy felt that there was something strange in the other party's description.

“...... How do you know?"

That's it,How did Weisa know that he had just entered the school park?He wasn't there when he was in the entrance assessment.,If he was there,Then the person who will interfere with his attention in the second step of the assessment should not be the boy in white.,It's him.。

It was a strange feeling, and I always felt that since Wisa appeared, I couldn't clearly see the existence of anyone else in my eyes.

In this way, although the questions asked were very simple, the thoughts in the boy's mind were more complex than the above.

"It's very simple, I just need to ......"

"Your two glasses of 'Special Mint Ale' are ready, please use them slowly. ”

The key content was unexpectedly interrupted by the waitress who soon presented the two drinks in the same tall glass, which was quickly and smoothly placed on the table, and then the waitress who gave a gentle salute turned away with a smile on her lips.

"It's like...... Forget it, drinking is more important. ”

Unable to come to such a conclusion, the straight-eyed boy was already fascinated by the golden color and bubbles in front of him, and even forgot the question "What is mint?" that he had long wanted to ask.

"It always feels familiar. ”

According to the "teachings" of his friend, Theodor, the bishop of Yasqi Church and a mid-ranking leader of the Order, he was pulled in front of him by raising his hand instead of using magic, Troy first lowered his head and smelled its aroma, and after making sure that "he must have drunk this thing", the young man who had accelerated his hand several times with his physical ability alone drank it all in an instant.

“...... Hiccup!"

Then, of course, he was hit by a large number of rising bubbles and the smell of alcohol that exploded in an instant, and the whole person was a little floating.

"That's right, it's it...... Hiccup!"

The ruddy color began to creep up the boy's neck and cheeks, and he didn't seem to see the expression of Wissa's eyes—in fact, he couldn't see it because of the "sunglasses" and "masks", and Troy stared at the goblet, which had become empty for a second, and then suddenly realized:

"This is the 'special ale' of Theodore, and it is undoubtedly the same kind. ”