"Ahh But it turns out that it is not easy to pour the liquid out of the cup completely, at least when the depth of the cup exceeds the length that a human tongue can stretch. "Cut. The informant eventually gave up on the attempt, and in some annoyance, threw the glass onto the table, colliding with the empty bottle with a crisp sound.

"Bring me another drink!" he shouted out of the room, ignoring the fact that his face was already swollen and his body was starting to weaken under the influence of the alcohol, and he could no longer sit firmly in his chair. Seeing that no one answered him, the bobcat shouted again, and then picked up the glass from the table and threw it at the door, smashing it against the door frame.

"You should be glad this cup is made of copper. The thin, short figure walked through the door and bent down to pick up the wine glass on the floor. As Sach said, the copper cup was not so easily damaged, and the bobcat did not throw much force after the wine came up, and there were no scars on the surface of the dark blue cup with a rope pattern.

"Hey, boy, I'll let you bring me another drink!" said the lynx, glaring at Sach as he walked in, his reddened eyes, and then he made a gesture, but because his arm did not exert force in time, the whole man fell back into his chair again. The one-eyed child pouted and shook his head at this, he really didn't understand why the man called the tarantula trusted such a creature. I don't understand why Ms. Hela agrees with tarantulas. In his opinion, this bobcat is like most people in Heartless Bay, and if there is a difference there, it may be that he has more tattoos on his body, a thinner body, and a more unclean mouth. If it was Saich in the past, of course he wouldn't dare to judge an adult who could kill him at any time. But now, as Hela's attendant, Sach's state of mind and other aspects were different, and he looked at the lynx with disdain and disdain in his eyes.

"You can't drink any more," said the boy, wiping the glass with a piece of cloth on the table, intending to put it away, everything here was the property of the witch with Lady Hela, and Sach believed that some of it must belong to Miss Hela. So as Hela's waiter, he has an obligation to protect everything here, from the wine glasses to the chairs and, of course, the wine that has been spoiled by this drunk. Although there was a wine cellar beneath the house, and there was enough wine to bathe in, Sach still felt that it would be a desecration of the liquor to give any drop of it to the bobcat. If Hela hadn't specifically instructed Sach to meet the Bobcat's request before leaving, he wouldn't even have taken out the bottle.

"Hey, boy, are you the witch's henchman?" the dealer finally got up from his chair and pressed his hand on Sech's shoulder, "Or is it her toy? I didn't expect that witch to be so good, hiccup!" The boy's muscles tightened suddenly, and he turned to grab the bobcat's hand, and with the other hand removed his blindfold, a black sword burst out of his eye socket, the tip of which stopped an inch in front of the lynx's throat.

"Tick!" beads of sweat fell to the ground. The bobcat's alcohol instantly subsided with the cold sweat on his body, and he looked at the things that ran out of the eyes of the boy in front of him, revealing a flattering expression, "This little brother, you see, after all, I am the guest of your master... I'm sorry for the offense. You see, I just drank too much. ”

"Hmph. Saich snorted, and the black blade turned into a cat's claw, and then withdrew into his eye socket. When the boy put the blindfold back on, the lynx finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time secretly felt terrified that he dared to provoke the witch's servant by his appearance. But this can't be blamed on the lynx, Sach's appearance and momentum are really difficult to put any pressure on people, and this child almost wrote the words powerlessness and weakness on his head.

"Lady Hela didn't let you be here for a drink. The boy said this in his most serious tone, but his thin body and thin voice were really not intimidating. Fortunately, another heavy and unusual footsteps sounded outside the room, and the mountain monster came. The silent gatekeeper looked like a moving mountain, wearing the heavy armor that never left him, and carrying a large iron bucket filled with fat fresh fish.

Seeing this, Sach knew what the mountain monster meant, nodded at the latter, and followed the gatekeeper out of the room. Bobcat stroked his hair, looked at the empty bottle again, and decided to be driven by his curiosity to raise his legs and follow the two. The three of them walked to a more remote room, and the mountain monster stooped down and grabbed the carpet in the center of the room, and rolled it forward, revealing a trapdoor with a brass ring hanging underneath. "Classic design. The intelligence trafficker commented.

The secret door under the carpet is indeed a boring design, not to mention that the door knocker is specially installed on this secret door, as if it is afraid that others will not find out. But the truth is that ordinary people, even a group of organized pirates or sailors, can do nothing after discovering the secret door. Unless, they know the special spell to open the door, or they must have the same strength as the mountain monsters. "Get out of the way. A dull, muddy voice emanated from the gatekeeper's armor, and Sach immediately hid like a monkey in a corner of the room, and the intelligence dealer followed.

After the two of them stood still, they saw the mountain monster put down the bucket in his hand, grabbed the knocker with both hands, and the armor on his body tightened due to the force of his muscles. "Roar!" There was a roar with a tooth-aching grinding sound, and the door panel that I don't know how heavy it was, was lifted alive, revealing the black hole staircase below. The mountain monster set the door aside, reached out and picked up a torch from below, lit it, retrieved the iron bucket, and walked down.

The dark path went all the way down, but it wasn't too deep, and they quickly reached the bottom. At the end of the staircase, there is another stone door, which is engraved with words that seem to writhe like a living creature in the light of the fire, which is very disturbing. Sach took off his blindfold again, and a pitch-black cat leaped out of his eye socket, slammed headlong into the stone door, and turned into a black shadow that enveloped the entire stone door. "Crunch!" the stone door slowly opened, revealing an orange glow and a non-existent roar in nature behind the door.

"What's in there?" the lynx felt his feet go limp, his crotch was still a little cold, and instinctively told him it was better not to enter the stone door.

Saich glanced at the man who had collapsed on the steps, turned his head and nodded to the mountain monster, who walked in without hesitation. But the boy didn't mean to follow, he had to make sure the stone door didn't close. "What's in there!" the intelligence dealer repeated the question in an octave-raising voice. Saich glared at him impatiently.

"A newborn baby. ”