Wine is a good thing!

Especially after such a big win!

Get together with three or three two friends, have a few drinks, this is called celebration.

Drinking with His Royal Highness the Prince, naturally you can't go to that kind of messy tavern!

Instead, I went to an upscale venue called the "Clubhouse", which is said to be a branch of Heian Castle in Atlantis.

The layout of the shop is very good, with an oriental-style garden, a few lanterns on the fragrant flower branches. A stone table under the tree and a few small stools add a bit of wild interest out of thin air.

The sky is like a dome, the stars are everywhere, and the maid with cat ears is dressed in delicate dishes.

Drinking is all about a pleasure, especially with someone who knows you.

Prince Arthur is undoubtedly such a person who knows how to play.

He smiled like a flower, toasted frequently, and every word made Yifeng feel like a spring breeze.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, you are really happy today. What do you call it in your words, handsome, right? It's so handsome! Come on, a toast to this victory!"

Wine is a rare good wine, safe production of Jiannan spring ripples in the white oriental porcelain cup, like a quiet spring.

The dish is also a well-prepared dish, with green leaves piled on top of the oily shredded meat. The color and fragrance make people appetize at a glance.

People are hospitable people.

After three rounds, the bright moon was in the sky, and there were Yiren playing the transverse flute in the pavilion not far away, and the graceful girls were twisting their waists gracefully.

"Happy! Happy! Yifeng, I don't need to call you Your Excellency. Don't you see that the faces of those people in the military headquarters are almost green! What a pleasure!"

Prince Arthur, who was full of wine, also became dissolute, and he even followed the beat of the music, banged on the wine glass, stayed in the excitement, and even couldn't help but sing a song.

But for some reason, Yifeng suddenly felt that all this was very unreal.

Prince Arthur's handsome side face looked a little blurry in the hazy moonlight.

At such a moment, he suddenly remembered the back of the old general Hughes who was reluctant to give up and left the arena lonely.

"Hughes, this old fellow, is so old, and he still dominates his position! Lost the first two games, and this is necessary!Come on, Yifeng, have another drink!"

Prince Arthur didn't notice anything wrong with Yifeng and raised his glass.

Yifeng smiled bitterly, feeling that the wine in his mouth was tasteless.

Where is the old general of Hughes, who is dead-skinned!

He clearly used his sacrifice in exchange for the opportunity of his companions, that is, to expose Yifeng as much as possible.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, it's almost there!

Arthur was a little stunned when he suddenly heard Yifeng's farewell, but then he patted his forehead as if he had come to his senses.

"I'm so happy today, I almost forgot that you still have a game tomorrow!"

.........

When Yifeng stepped back to his courtyard in the moonlight, it was already the middle of the night.

A small figure was illuminated by candlelight on the window lattice.

Yifeng suddenly warmed up, and his steps were much lighter.

It feels really good to have someone waiting.

And the only person who can enter Prince Arthur's mansion is Erabela.

Through the open door, Ilabella's petite figure crouched on the table, as if dozing off, little by little, presumably having been waiting for a long time.

Yifeng tiptoed closer, only to see a newspaper spread on the table in front of Irabella by candlelight, a pair of small arms on the elbow of the newspaper, and a small hand supporting the chin.

Irabella seemed to think of something interesting, and the corners of her mouth curved into a beautiful arc, and something shiny salivated.

This little fool doesn't know how to go to bed.

"Hey, wake up!"

Yifeng gently nudged her shoulder with some pity.

Irabella was clearly not relieved, her eyes were blank, and she was still muttering.

"No, I'm sleepy, let me sleep a little longer!"

Yifeng coughed lightly and tugged at the newspaper under Ilabella's elbow.

"Hey, can you sleep somewhere else?" you're holding me down!",

As expected, Irabella jumped up at once, baring her teeth and claws like a kitten.

"Bastard, you don't care if I'm going to get sick!

Paper?

Wait a minute~~

Yifeng suddenly realized that something was wrong, and his eyes looked at his hand again.

It was an ordinary newspaper, with black and black fonts on it, and the smell of ink was very strong.

In the Hereafter, you may be able to see it anywhere.

However, in this other world, you suddenly realize that there is such a thing.

Isn't that strange?

"Hillbilly! I haven't seen it, this is something that King Heian invented back then! It's fun!"

Seeing how sluggish Yifeng was, Irabella was proud, like a rooster who had won a battle.

"It's called a newspaper, and it's a story about what's going on all over Atlanta. Yifeng, there's you on it!"

Erabella pointed to one of the headings above, leaned over to Yifeng's side, wrinkled her nose, and fanned her little hand at the end of her nose.

"It stinks!Okay, Yifeng, you're going to compete tomorrow, and you dare to drink!?"

Yifeng ignored Erabela's shouting, stared at the newspaper in his hand with his eyes, flipped through it quickly, and asked casually

"You've waited so long for me to show me this?"

Yifeng suddenly covered his face and covered his face.

"Shocked, aren't you!?"

Irabella sniffled, a hint of grievance, and a little smug.

"There's an update for tomorrow's opponent! Look, here, your tomorrow's opponent is Paul!"

Irabella casually pointed to a corner.

"Everyone is not optimistic about you! Look, the handicap offered by the underground casino is 1.2:1!"

"It's not!"

Yifeng slapped his thigh hard.

"Brother is not moved, brother is going to cry! This time it can be regarded as a big loss!"

Erabella grinned and roared.

"Bastard, why are you slapping someone's thigh!"

Yifeng removed his finger and looked at her with what should have been a strange look.

"Brother is not a fool! it must hurt to shoot yourself!"

"Bastard!"

Irabella suddenly stepped forward softly, about to pull Yifeng's nose.

Yifeng hurriedly turned away from her. This girl, the more familiar she is, the less ladylike she is, or a dignified princess.

But he said with a look of regret in his mouth.

"Don't make a fuss, brother, what about the sad one?"

"Why are you sad? Are you worried about Paul?"

The little girl's attention is easily distracted. Irabella tilted her little head and was curious.

"Do you have a time when you are afraid?"

I only heard Yifeng sigh faintly, and his finger fell on the corner of the newspaper.

"Brother is sad, such a good opportunity to make money, why didn't anyone tell me?"

Ilabella looked at it, and the newspaper was impressively written with odds of 1.2:1.

“......”

The air seemed to be coming to a standstill.

After a long time, the two looked at each other and shouted almost in unison.

"Shiram, bring me all my savings!"

"Yelena, where's my wallet?!"