The wind chimes rang, and Ringer, who was flipping through the books, looked at the door, and the witch Dale pushed the door and walked in.

"Mr. Ringer, did you find my things?" Dale asked mysteriously. Ringer nodded, glancing at Lanya outside the bar.

Lanya trotted to the bar and pulled out a pair of white panties from her hat. When Karina retrieved it yesterday, it didn't even struggle, let alone sneak up on her.

Ringer decided that he was a man and could not carry it, so he gave it to Lanya for safekeeping.

"Miss Dale, your thing." Lanya held the lost property with both hands. Dale blushed slightly and quickly took it.

"Thank you very much." Dale lowered her head, was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "By the way, where did you find it?" Ringer poured her a glass of wine and answered her questions.

"What, being worn by a girl? This ......" Dale showed an embarrassed expression, the panties that had been worn by others, even if they were recovered, she would not be able to wear them again.

As soon as her hand loosened slightly, the pants that were held in the palm of her hand flew to the bar, and the sides trembled, as if she was saying something to the original owner.

Ringer, Lanya, and Elise all looked at the dancing wonder witch pants in amazement, but they didn't know what it was expressing.

The only one who can understand it is Dale, she

After "listening" for a while, he seemed a little angry in the middle, but quickly controlled his emotions again.

"Okay, Xiaobai, as long as you answer me honestly, why did you want to run away, I will let you go back to her." Ringer looked at Xiaobai on the bar, and then at Dale, and suddenly had an amazing idea: It seems that this pants are intelligent and communicative, so should you treat it to a drink?

No, wait, what was I thinking, this is stupid. Hearing Dale's words, Xiaobai squirmed again, conveying some information.

Dale listened patiently, then slammed the bar.

"Hmph, it turned out to be Alexia's slut." Ringer was a little surprised to hear the name Alexia, this astrological witch had just come to the shop yesterday and had a divination for him, so it turned out that this matter had something to do with her?

He was pondering when he suddenly heard Dale in front of him say to him, "Mr. Ringer, I can only ask you one more time." ”

"Huh?" He came back to his senses,

"What?"

"Help me send Xiaobai back again, so far, we are no longer suitable." It was much easier to return a pair of pants to the girl than to take them off her, Ringer nodded in agreement, but he was curious.

"Miss Dale, could you take the liberty of asking what you just talked about?" Dale gritted her teeth and said, "I just asked Xiaobai why he left me, and he told me that it was because some soothsayer revealed its fate for it, saying that it was serving the wrong people, and encouraged it to set off to find its true master. I'm so angry, this broken-mouthed old witch, look at how I go back to settle accounts with her. ”

"Alexia?"

"That's right, it's her." After a while, Dale suddenly came back to her senses and wondered, "Hey, do you know her?" ”

"Miss Alexia has been in the store for a drink."

"In this case, she must have divined for you, don't you think it's accurate?" Ringer told the truth: "I think it's pretty accurate. ”

"That's all she can handle." Dale didn't have a good air, then picked up the wine glass at hand and drank it all, and her whole face immediately turned red.

"Okay, I have to go back to settle accounts with her, Xiaobai, I'll stay here, you can send it back to the 'real master' after work! Hmph, I'm leaving! Dale put down his empty glass, turned and walked away, without the slightest hint of nostalgia.

Xiaobai, on the other hand, stood on the bar, swinging a corner, as if waving goodbye to her. Dale left without looking back, and Ringer looked at Xiaobai on the bar, with a complicated and delicate mood.

Xiaobai's mood also seemed to be complicated, and he wrapped a corner around the empty wine glass left by Dale and shook it towards Ringer.

Ringer was dumbfounded, this guy, could it be that he was begging for a drink? *