Number 86 tapped his head twice on the table and said weakly, "If I'm not mistaken, our topic was 'weapons' a second ago, wasn't it?" He quietly glanced at the skull in the air, "If you mean a weapon that can be used to kill, not a waitress in the tavern!"

Mott's gaze circled around the waitress several times before he turned back with difficulty. "You're right, boss, but there's no conflict between finding a weapon and appreciating beautiful things!" it rightly emphasized, "In our business, you always need to have a pair of eyes that know how to find beauty, otherwise those boring tasks will drive you crazy sooner or later! Of course, many times you will find that beauty itself is a weapon!"

"I thought your standard of beauty was only ...... among your kind," 86 sarcastically said speechlessly.

"Love can cross the racial divide!"

Number 86 simply rolled his eyes. "Do you define love even in the short duration of the mission?......

"Love can break through the dimension of time!" Mott flew to the wine table and set his eyes on the waitress again.

"Honestly, you should go find a green-skinned orc!" suggested Eighty-Six, "and it seems that their roughness of love is more in line with your preferences." ”

"Orcs? I've tried, tsk...... Even though I'm a very open skull, I think their taste is too strong!" Mott shook his head regretfully and denied, "What's that woman's name?...... Well, it looks like I have a bad memory too!"

"To be honest, your ex-girlfriend's choice is really right......" Number 86 directly ignored the existence of the skull, took the wine glass from the waitress who walked to the wine table, handed one of the glasses filled with a pale yellow liquid to Tik, and then nodded gratefully to the waitress, and by the way, he felt a few coins from his pocket and stuffed them.

The boy's attention was completely drawn to the delicious mead, and he saw that he was carefully holding the glass, taking small sips of the golden foam on the rim of the glass, and his fair face flushed with excitement.

"Please take your time, gentlemen. Perhaps it was the tip that the waitress had noticeably improved. But before No. 86 could speak, Mott, who was floating next to him, secretly flew behind the waitress. Just as 86 was trying to figure out what the neurotic skull was going to do this time, Mott opened his mouth and bit down on the waitress's upturned buttocks.

The next moment, loud screams erupted in this otherwise very quiet tavern. "Ah!!h

Number 86 almost threw the wine glass out of his hand, and he hurriedly avoided his cheeks covered with cold sweat, and the blue tendons that pulsed at the corners of his forehead seemed to prove that he was on the verge of complete collapse. "Hell, Mott, what are you doing!biting the waitress's ass?!" he glanced at Tik, who was frightened by the screams on the other side, "Is this part of the mission?...... For the master's sake, you're going to destroy both of us together!"

However, Mott flew to the side of 86 with a satisfied expression, and it was clear that he did not feel anything wrong with his actions. "Praise the great master!Do you know why I like to be tasked with the human zone the most!" said the skull with a look of intoxication, "Ha! look at this tight touch! Look at this terrible silhouette! I say seriously, the human girl is the most beautiful creature in this world, yes, always!"

"Damn it...... You're just for this?!" Number 86 clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly as he sat in his chair, he was indeed about to be tortured and went crazy.

"Strictly speaking, it's not all ......"

Before Mott could finish speaking, a applause no less than the screaming one just now flew out of the wine table next to him. "Smack!" Crisp and direct, the waitress stared at a mercenary sitting behind her with a cannibalistic gaze. "Show me your paws before syphilis hollows out your brain!" she exclaimed, "this is not the place for you to have fun! If you dare to do it again, I promise to cut off your fingers one by one and stuff them into your nostrils!"

The waitress's scolding swept through everyone's brains, and the mercenary was directly stunned, covering his cheeks a little dazedly, and nodded subconsciously, he didn't even realize that he had carried the black pot for others and suffered an inexplicable disaster.

Mott's eyes widened, as if hypnotized and floating in the air without saying a word. Number 86 shouted a few times in his heart, but received no reply, and just when he thought the skull was frightened by the waitress's violent reaction, Mott turned around. "Humans! Humans are indeed the most gifted race in language! Look at the undulating tones, look at the amazing words!Ha, even after more than a thousand years of witnessing, I can always learn more curse words from humans!" The skull turned its gaze back to the waitress whose chest was constantly heaving, "Boss, I think I'm in love with this girl, I think I've fallen in love!" he said with a smile on his face.

Number 86 almost fainted when he heard this. "Praise you, Mott, praise without sarcasm! You're my boss! Why don't you tell me what I'm going to do next?!"

On the other side, the waitress ended her ornate curse and turned away from the mercenary's seat, while the other drinkers erupted into louder laughter. "What should I do, as I said earlier, there is no conflict between finding weapons and appreciating good things!" Mott said as he looked at the mercenary's flushed face, "Next, this guy will rush to the fools who laugh at him, and we, we just need to protect ourselves and get what we want!" For more than a thousand years, I have always found the easiest and most effective way to achieve my goal!"

No. 86 was stunned, but at this moment, the mercenary's scolding really rushed out of his mouth. "Shut your mouths! you idiots, what right do you have to laugh at me!" he said, picking up his glass and slamming it at one of the guys who laughed the loudest.

Before No. 86 could react, the whole situation was rapidly developing in the direction Mott had said. The spills of wine and broken glasses infuriated the drunken drunkards, and soon the plates, chairs, and slurred swear words were thrown at the mercenaries who were the first to attack.

No. 86 would never have imagined that in just a split second, Mott, who was flying in the air and watching jokes, would successfully turn this tavern into a battlefield for group fights. "Boss, do you still doubt me?" quack ......," the skull monster said with a grin.

But at this time, it was no longer the turn of No. 86 to speak, and everything in front of him was already in chaos. Several mercenaries slammed into the tables and chairs that blocked them and pounced, and their opponents were obviously not timid citizens, or rather, under the stimulation of alcohol, there were no good citizens here.

Accompanied by the deafening shouting and scolding, and the crash of wooden tables and chairs breaking apart, several crazy figures scuffled together. Some of them can still stand on the floor and go back and forth, while others simply fall to the ground, roll from side to side, and then roll back from that side like two heavy bears. Drinks, peels, uneaten jerky were spilled all over the floor, and all sorts of weapons were kicked around by the jue of the feet, well, even if they were drunk, no one would kill anyone in the tavern. The waitress and bartender simply made it to the counter, watching the mess of the tavern and cheering loudly, and such a brawl was indeed one of the few pleasures here.

"Boss, just pick up a weapon that you look good at, anything!" Mott said deftly avoiding a chair, "There is a lot of beauty waiting for us to discover outside, and there are countless evils waiting for us to eradicate outside! Ha, for the sake of world peace, for the sake of the great master! We don't have time to waste here!"

"Why didn't you say I'd use it......" 86 muttered, picking up an inconspicuous dagger and placing it in his arms, then patting the glazed-eyed Tik, "Let's go, Tik, do you want to be smashed on the head by flying plates and cups and break your blood?!" he said and lifted his feet and left his seat.

Tik snapped back to his senses, he hadn't experienced much of such violence. "Ah......h

The two men plus a talking skull carefully avoided the "murder weapon" that flew overhead from time to time, and stepped over the "fighter" rolling on the ground. Mott, who was flying behind No. 86, actually hit his teeth and hit a rhythmic rhythm, and his round body rose and fell in the air, as if a hoarse tune like metal was sung:

Walking on the street, the street lamps make the night less cold,

Against the moon, the cutie slipped into my peripheral vision.

The cheap long skirt can't cover her,

Dark circles under her eyes filtered through her heavy makeup.

She said: I have never seen a man's back so bleak......

If you throw a few gold coins, I will make your evening unforgettable.

I said, "You are so beautiful, why do you want to do this?"

She looked me in the eye and she had this to say:

The difficulties of life are always extremely desperate,

Gold coins never grow on trees,

I have unpaid bills, I have mouths to raise,

But there is no such thing as free bread!

......

Still on this street, I finally got rid of the girl,

From the corner alley, a man rushed to my side.

The emaciated figure is packed into filthy clothes,

The trembling dagger could not hide his panic.

He said: I never thought that the way to survive was by robbing ......

If you dare to shout, I will leave you with an unforgettable wound.

I said, "You should be very kind, why do you want to do this?"

He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, and he had this to say:

The difficulties of life are always extremely desperate,

Gold coins never grow on trees,

I have unpaid bills, I have mouths to raise,

But there is no such thing as free bread!

......

I'm finally back in my paradise,

I finally climbed into the soft bed.

But someone knocked on the door and window that had just been closed,

Well, the other party is from a church not far away.

His garments are resplendent with gold,

He raised the scepter in his hand.

The pastor's eyes sparkled with lust, and he said:

Only devout prayer can save your faith!

Only enough gold coins to wash your heart!

......

Oh...... The difficulties of life are always extremely desperate,

Gold coins never grow on trees,

I have unpaid bills, I have mouths to raise,

But there is no such thing as free bread!

The difficulties of life are always desperate, oh...... I never lie.

No. 86 listened to Mott's humming, and there was a trace of absurd pleasure. He placed a few gold coins on the counter and raised his hand to push open the door of the tavern, and the light pouring down made him unable to open his eyes.

"Ah...... I'm scared, I'm scared to death, and I've finally escaped......" Tik next to him patted his chest hard and said, his childish face still had a horror that hadn't faded away.

With a "boom", a chair smashed through the tavern window and flew out, and 86 and Mott glanced back at the still-noisy "Corner Alley". "Well done! quack...... Mott said with a smile, and Number 86 gave a few heartfelt hello to the skull. "It seems that the life of the Cleaner is also quite interesting!"

Looking at the bustling crowds of people on the streets, and the undulating rooftops in sight, Mott whistled. "Boss, we've figured out two more things. First, it's daytime. Second, we haven't been thrown into the middle of nowhere!" it said, "Praise the master, everything is going in a good direction, isn't it?"

"That's right. 86 nodded, and for a moment, he realized that he had grown to like the talking skull. (To be continued.) )