"Sorry, this is the last one, if you want to drink it, go to a tavern called Emerald on Uladaha Street, where I bought it."

Looking at the crowd of people coming around, Ringer advertised by the way, if it is a qualified person, he can naturally find the store.

The half-dog nodded excitedly.

"Thank you, brother, I'll go."

After speaking, he rushed out of the guild hall, and many onlookers who had been there at the beginning left with him.

Maiser finally broke away from that wonderful illusion, and looked at the empty goblet in his hand with reluctance.

"Is there really none?"

Ringer smiled: "Shouldn't you tell me, so many people have seen what you just looked like, you won't want to pay the bill, right?" ”

"What just me?" Maiser glanced at the crowd of people around, as if remembering his state just now, her pretty face flushed, and then she smiled charmingly, and threw a wink at Ringer.

"There are a lot of people here, it's inconvenient to talk, come with me, let's go to a place where there is no one around, and I will satisfy you."

A blatant and provocative remark made the nearby drinkers feel unbearable, as if they were speaking to them.

Miss Maiser is extremely popular among the adventurers of the guild, and although she seems to be bohemian, she is actually unapproachable, and has saddened countless adventurers who feel good about themselves.

As a party, Ringer frowned and did not move.

Maiser turned around and beckoned, "What's the matter, don't you want to know?" ”

"I also brought friends."

"Ouch, that kind of multiplayer gameplay, people can't accept it, so you can only go with me." Maiser exclaimed, smiling with a smile in his eyebrows.

Ringer tugged at the corners of his mouth, his expression a little stiff.

"Then I'll talk to him."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

Ringer walked through the crowd and walked to Uncle Ho's table under the surprised or jealous gazes of the adventurers.

Although the bald uncle was drinking, he was always watching and listening, and he already knew the situation roughly, with a smile on his face: "I'll drink two more glasses, the atmosphere here is really nostalgic." I feel my adventurer's soul awakening! ”

"I'm just going to talk to her and I'll be back soon."

"Don't be in such a hurry, that girl is very interesting, she seems to be interested in you too, you might as well talk to her more. If I'm young and not married, I might want to get to know her. Uncle laughed.

"No, I'll be back soon."

Ringer seemed determined, turned around, and walked towards Maiser who was smiling at him.

The uncle stared at his back, watched him and the green-haired girl walk into the door, took a sip of wine, and a look of remembrance flashed on his face, what a nostalgic youth......

Ringer followed Maiser through a hallway, and at the end, she opened another door, behind which was a staircase that descended.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

Maiser leaned against the door frame, tight black trousers hugging his slender legs, and stepped on a pair of black leather boots.

"What? Are you scared? ”

Ringer sighed: "I just don't want to waste time. ”

"There's a dark dungeon down there, and if you want to know who sold me that wine, it's up to you to have the guts to come along."

Maiser glanced at Ringer defiantly, and walked down the stairs with his long legs.

Ringer shook his head and smiled, and he could already smell the smell of wine coming from below, which should be the cellar where the wine was stored, not the dark dungeon that Maiser had said.

The staircase is spiral-shaped, not long, and the rotation is less than 540 degrees before it reaches the end, which is only one or two stories high, and there are magic lampshades on the walls along the way, and each step is clear.

At the end is a half-hidden wooden door, from which a rich aroma of wine escapes.

Mercer pushed the door in, and Ringer followed.

Inside, it was a warehouse, full of wine racks and barrels, and one was empty on the side near the door, with a set of tables and chairs against the wall, and a bed in the corner.

Ringer was surprised when he saw the bed, although there was also a magic lamp illuminated here, it was not dark, but after all, it was underground, could it be that she usually slept here?

"What are you thinking?" Maiser noticed Ringer staring at her bed, the corners of his mouth curled, and he asked in an ambiguous tone.

"You usually sleep here?" Ringer asked calmly, as if he hadn't heard the hint in her tone.

"I can only fall asleep by smelling the wine." Maiser swept his gaze over the barrels in the cellar, as if he were a lord inspecting his territory.

Sure enough, it's an alcoholic.

"Would you like to have a drink with me here?" Maiser sat down at the log table, but his eyes drifted to the single bed, as if to suggest something, "If you drink too much, even if something happens, you will forget it." ”

Ringer just said, "There's no one else here, tell me who sold you that wine." ”

Maiser pouted and said, "Our condition just now is that you want to make me happy, and I will tell you." ”

Ringer stared at the woman's face.

"Don't tell me that the glass just now didn't satisfy you, the way you smirked, so many people saw it."

"I was happy just now, but now you're upsetting me again."

Ringer's fists were hard, and this woman was simply shameless.

Just as he was about to have a seizure, Maiser smiled again, waved his slender arm across the table, and a set of shiny silver wine utensils appeared on the table, along with a black bottle of wine.

"Hehe, just kidding, I've always been a talker. Come on, let's have a drink and talk, and I'll tell you everything I know. ”

Ringer was deflated again and sat down at the wine table.

Maiser filled the silver cup in front of him, the wine in which it was black and looked like some kind of poison, and poured himself a glass.

"What's the name of the wine you gave me just now?"

Ringer was stunned, shouldn't she answer her own question, why did she ask?

"You should answer my question first." He pointed this out.

Maiser clasped his hands in front of his chest: "I'm afraid you'll leave when I'm done, so figure it out now, don't worry, I'll definitely tell you, but you have to answer my question first." ”

Ringer really thinks so, although this woman is not as perverted as Karina, but the degree of difficulty is still above her, and he really doesn't want to deal with this kind of woman more.

They are like a quagmire that will make men sink deeper and deeper and eventually make a mess.

But whoever made him ask for something in front of him could only answer: "Purple elf." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, your wine is the original, and the guy sold me diluted with water."

Ringer nodded: "Yes, the dilution ratio is about one to ten, how much did she sell it to you?" ”

"One bucket, one thousand three hundred gold." Maxer's tone was slightly depressed, and he felt like he had been deceived.

Ringer took a deep breath, that thief really dared to make a price, judging by the size of the barrel in the room, diluting a barrel of "purple smoke" with "purple elf" would probably use up a bottle of "purple elf", and the thief stole a full ten bottles!

"How many barrels did you buy?"

"Well, three barrels."