"Lustful Bird!" came a pair of fluffy pointed ears from Angela's side, a large black eye socket resting on the bridge of her immature nose, a chubby round face, a fair face with a healthy reddish, and a wisp of colored markings under her sideburns. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's a half-orc.

"Kate," Angela feigned anger, "you're stealing food in the kitchen again!"

The orc stuck out his pink tongue, playfully glanced at Angela beside him, and took out a small fish the size of a palm from his back. "Sister Angela, there's only one, there's only one. ”

"Kate, Mowglitte is back," Angela retracted her gaze at the crow, "he's the boss of Purgatory, you can't continue to steal fish in the kitchen." ”

"Thief," said the crow, as he flew up to the orc, his red eyes staring at the orc defiantly.

"Wow," the orc put the grilled fish in his hand on the table, reaching out to grab the crow in front of him, "where did the bird come from, it can talk." ”

One of the crow's wings flew from one table to another. "This is the bird that Morgriet brought back. Angela said.

"What a lovely bird," the orc came out from under the table and pounced on the crow on it, as a cat man, Kate's nature was to catch feathered birds flying in the sky, and she reached out and jumped up and down in the tavern, giggling happily.

Miki is still immersed in his imagination, what kind of thing is a goblin puppet, a goblin puppet that can fly, only an airship can fly freely in Celtiana, and the words of the crow seem to open a door, behind this gate, Miki discovers a vast endless space.

Morwritte was still asleep, and at the moment he was in a dream, the banks of the Grand Canyon at the top of the mountains were dark rocks, a huge stream of water fell from the sky into the pools of the valley, a deafening roar, splashing water vapor enveloped the dark valley, the trunks of tall Novatello trees radiated a white sheen, and golden Novatello ants were busy between the trunks.

Turquoise bushes, tall trees, crisp meadows. This is where Mowglitte was spit out by the dragon grass, and Mowglitte picked a few cherries, and the traces of the broken branches of the trees were still clearly visible after he picked them last time. Mowglitte put the cherry in his mouth, sweet with a little sourness, and at this moment, the dragon bracer on Mowglitte's wrist emitted a golden light, and this light enveloped Mowglitte entirely.

"Morgritte, Morgritte. The crow suddenly flew to the beam above the tavern and cried out loudly, "Big chest, big brainless." ”

Kate, the orc, was so angry that she grabbed a grilled fish from the table and threw it at the crow on the beam. The crow caught the grilled fish with one mouth, proudly placed the grilled fish on the beam, and held down the grilled fish with its paws, tearing it apart little by little and swallowing it.

"It's spicy, it's spicy," the crow suddenly threw away the grilled fish and swooped down on the orc, "thief, villain." ”

The crow's sharp claws streaked across the tavern, and the orcs were so frightened that they hurriedly ducked under the table. The crow hovered in the air for a while, landed in front of Miki, buried his head in the rum glass, and in an instant the full glass was empty.

"How do goblin puppets fly," Miki asked eagerly, filling his glass with another glass of rum, "tell me quickly." ”

"Magic, of course. The crow drank three glasses of rum in a row.

With a bang, the door to the Purgatory Tavern was pushed open, and Mrs. Salit, dressed in full costume, entered, followed by a young boy of seven or eight years old, with blond hair and a face that resembled Mrs. Salit.

"Hello, beautiful lady!" the crow abandoned Miki's rum and flew to the door of the tavern, perhaps drunk, and flapped its wings a few times before falling to the ground.

Mrs. Salit stood in the door of purgatory and looked inside, and walked around the croaking crow on the ground to the tavern bar, and the little boy who followed her flew up as he passed by the crow, kicking the crow into the corner.

"Little bitch, don't beat your ass today," the crow staggered out of the dark corner, "The eighth master doesn't need to see anyone, which thing that doesn't have long eyes has released you." ”

"William," Lady Salitt's loving and stern eyes stopped the little boy's behavior, "as a gentleman, you must always be mindful of your conduct. ”

"But that black ugly bird is scolding me!" the little boy glared at the crow with both eyes, and made a gesture with his hands ready to attack.

"Hello, beautiful lady," said Angela, standing up from the back of the bar, she had never seen Mrs. Salit in all her time in purgatory, but that didn't detract from what she had heard about her. A beautiful single lord, raising a widow alone, strong and loving, always helping those adventurers who are in distress in White Rock Town.

"Is Mogg there?" said Mrs. Salit, turning to find that the little boy who was following her was gone. "Morgritte, I'm looking for Morgriet. ”

With a bang, the crooked crow couldn't fly at all, and the little boy kicked it into the air.

"Quack, you will definitely be punished, Eighth Master swears. The raven, who had drunk too much, fluttered its wings and fell to the ground. "Mogg, Mogg has someone touching your birds. ”

The orcs hid behind the bar, their mouths wide open, and watched the crows flying in the air croak, their eyes shining with excitement.

"Sister Angela," the orc took the elf's hand and rubbed his head against the elf's turbulent chest, "William is so cute, people like it." ”

"Mowglitte certainly doesn't like it," the goblin's beautiful blue eyes rolled up, "and its birds are going to be beaten stupid." ”

"Mogg, Mog," cried the crow, "Materazzi is dying, Materazzi is dying." ”

On the morning of the winter night, the Purgatory Tavern was bustling with activity, a day that William remembered and from this day on, he stepped into a purgatory-like life. This kind of life will continue to accompany him forever.

"William," Mrs. Salitt said, holding her forehead in her hand, followed the little boy, "William, as a man you can't do this to crows, you should have love. ”

"But it's scolding me, doesn't it deserve to be punished?" the little boy kicked the crow away again.