Five days later, the explorer team finally returned to White Rock. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe four of them broke up on the stone bridge in the town, and each went back to repair, and the expedition was over.

I don't know when all the feathers on the crow's wings have grown, and there is a circle of silver-white patterns on the tips of the feathers, and when it spreads its wings, it does not look like a black crow at all, but like a mighty falcon. Extraordinarily powerful, Blaney couldn't put it down when he saw it, and held the crow in his arms when he was free. The crow also enjoyed the beauty's embrace, but Morwritte noticed that the crow was always fond of rubbing Blaney's turbulent breasts, consciously or unconsciously.

After a few days of getting along, Mowglitte found that this crow could not only eat magic crystals, but also meat, rabbit meat, and wind wolf meat. A huge wind wolf, it can eat most of it.

"Materazzi," said Blaney, holding the crow, "come home with me." ”

"Don't, Materazzi don't," the crow flew up from Blaney's arms, flapping its wings and landing on Morgritte's shoulder.

"You have no conscience, and you don't want to think about who hunted to feed you along the way. "Blaney has been very caring for the crows along the way, and the wind wolves have hunted seven or eight of them, and all of them have gone into the crows' stomachs.

Morgaret returns to the Purgatory Tavern with the Raven and is confronted by a delighted Angela. "When I wake up, I haven't closed my eyes for five days and five nights. Morkriet returned to her room, put down her package, and fell on the bed and began to snore loudly.

Along the way, Blaney kept urging them to hurry overnight, five days and five nights, without sleep, and the four of them finally rushed back before the Winter Festival. The four of them were tired this time, but everyone knew that it was better not to stay in the Black Forest on a winter night, and on a winter night in White Rock Town, the sun would never be seen again, and only the stars and the moon would accompany people.

Angela closed the door to Mowglitte's room and left with a frown. In these days of Mowglitte's absence, the Purgatory Tavern has undergone a new change, and a half-orc chef has been re-recruited, and it is not known what kind of attitude Mowglitte has. Thinking of this, Angela was also quite apprehensive in her heart, although Mowglitte told her to watch it, but she didn't know if the boss who did it liked it or not.

Winter nights are just around the corner, and there are fewer and fewer people in White Rock, and many people are packing up and leaving. Especially those who take risks, they are like seabirds, moving around, and the winter in White Rock is not something that everyone can bear.

The next morning, Morgaret was still asleep, and the Purgatory Tavern was in turmoil, and there was not a single guest. Goblin Miki pushed open the door to purgatory, and found a innermost seat in despair.

The crow fluttered its wings and landed in front of Miki, who tilted its head for a moment and let out a strange laugh. "Poor green-skinned frog, he seems to be very depressed, don't be sad, tell Materazzi if he has anything on his mind. ”

When Mowglitte came back yesterday, she didn't tell anything about the talking crow, and before Angela could ask anything, Mowglitte had already fallen asleep, but fortunately, the crow only stopped high in a secluded corner of purgatory to nap, and many noisy drinkers didn't notice that there was an extra black bird in purgatory.

"A bottle of rum. The goblin raised his hand weakly and snapped his fingers.

Angela immediately came over with a plate, "A Golden Moore, thank you." Angela put the rum down and bent her waist slightly. A white skin on his chest was exposed.

The crow turned her head and stared at Angela's breasts, and suddenly said, "What a beautiful woman." ”

"Thank you," Angela's cheeks flushed slightly, it wasn't the first time she had been complimented on her looks, but it was the first time she had been praised like this by a crow.

"Big boobs. The crow croaked and laughed.

"I'm friends with Morwritte from the Purgatory Tavern, and I just went on an adventure in the Dark River Valley together, and I finally returned to White Rock Town, so can't you treat me to a drink for free?" said Goblin Miki.

"Morgaret said, the Purgatory Tavern never takes credit, thank you, a Golden Moore. Angela frowned, feeling her breasts as if she was being stared at by a lewd old man, and she held the plate up to her chest.

Miki was reluctant to take out a gold moore with body temperature from his pocket and throw it on the table. Angela put Kim Moore away, and she unscrewed the lid of the bottle and poured Miki a slow glass of wine.

Grunt, the crow poked his head into the glass, and in the eyes of the two of them, he drank a full glass of rum in an instant.

"It's so-so, it tastes so-so," the crow said, raising her head.

Miki waved his hand and sent away the stunned Angela, who had become surprised by the strange behavior of the crows after a few days of getting along.

At this time, Miki was the only guest in the tavern, so Angela retreated to the back of the bar, but her attention was still fixed on the crow in front of Miki.

"For the sake of your invitation to drink, I'll promise to help you once?" the crow put his head into the glass again, not knowing how the pointed mouth moved inside the glass, and in the blink of an eye there was not a drop of amber rum left in the glass.

"I want a puppet, a silver puppet," Miki said, glancing at the black iron golem with two broken arms standing in the corner of the Hell Tavern, "Actually, a black iron golem is barely acceptable." He sighed.

"But I've lost my Fire Crystal, or I'll be able to use it to get a brand new Black Iron Golem. ”

The crow flew to the black iron golem in the corner, used its silver-white beak to pinch the black severed arm of the black iron golem, and flew back to the table in front of Miki.

"It's all rubbish, what kind of stuff, if you want to play with it, have you ever seen it, the puppet of Jinjing, the kind of puppet that can fly in the sky?" said the crow.

"Can a puppet fly, too?" asked Miki curiously.

"Of course, the eighth master can fly, why can't the puppet fly?" the crow proudly paced on the table in front of Miki.

"What does a flying puppet look like?" Miki's eyes glazed over, and a huge crow appeared in front of his eyes. fluttering with long wings and two large red eyes. And a pair of powerful huge claws. ”