Gresta has been anxiously searching the market for two days.

The Ice Wolf King's birthday party is imminent, but the fifteen barrels of stolen wine are still missing. Although Hei Ningxue secretly allocated a sum of money for her to purchase some substitutes temporarily. But to her disappointment, due to the frequent wars, many businessmen no longer do alcohol business.

After two days of searching, Gresta turned almost the entire market upside down, but could only find two barrels of bad and inferior wine. If this low-quality wine were allowed to appear at the banquet, I am afraid that her body would also be thrown into the wilderness for the beasts to eat.

Time slipped away minute by minute, and her heart became more anxious, and she had to find a way to solve this problem as soon as possible.

"You should probably ask that guy." An elderly vendor mentions to her a man she has never wanted to talk about in her life.

Hansen.

Famous drunkard: Hansen.

"That's really a narrow road." Glista felt her scalp tingle.

Before she entered the castle and became a maid, she had a crush on this "drunkard Hansen".

His high nose, deep-set eye sockets, always have a melancholy and sad look, and that kind of romantic and rebellious artistic atmosphere has won the fascination of thousands of girls, and the young and ignorant Gresta is also one of them.

When she realized that this man was just a sea king who played with feelings, she once cried for several nights.

It's just that Hansen was busy with a beautiful woman from the Imperial Empire. By the time he found out that something had happened to his harem, Glista had abandoned everything and entered the Ice Wolf Castle.

But this nasty guy is a wine collector.

When it comes to wine, there is a frenzied glint in his eyes. In Ice Wolf Castle, he even has a secret wine cellar and also has a collection of precious liquor.

Helpless, Glista had to fight hard and visit this "friend" who had not been seen for a long time.

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Hansen was drinking under a dead tree next to the market.

His eyes wander around, constantly searching the crowd for his next prey. Suddenly, a girl caught his attention.

She was dressed in a black maid's outfit, with long hair and a shawl, and some sadness and helplessness between her eyebrows. This kind of effeminate girl almost perfectly poked Hansen's taste.

He was just about to excitedly go up and strike up a conversation, but he recognized the girl the moment she turned her head.

Grista, the man who once rejected him.

Jealous anger grew in Hansen's heart, and a possessive desire piled up like bubbles on beer.

"Isn't this Grista a long-time see, you're prettier." Seeing that Glista seemed to be walking towards him, Hansen chuckled.

Glista kept her expression as friendly as she could: "Mr. Hans, long time no see. I heard you're still in the alcohol business? ”

Looks like this woman seems to be more concerned about drinks?

"I haven't even had enough to eat all these years, so who will come to buy wine." Evil thoughts gradually appeared in Hans's eyes, "But there are still some hidden in my shop, do you want to come and see?" ”

Hansen's words were full of generosity and enthusiasm, but Glista couldn't help but feel a sense of danger. But for now, this man seemed to be the only saving straw, and Glista could only follow him in the direction of the shop at the invitation.

As he walked, he asked, "How long have we not seen each other?" ”

Glista replied cautiously, "It's been a long time." ”

"That day, you didn't say goodbye......"

"At that time, I had no choice but to work as a maid." Glista lied and was going to fool him.

Hansen said quietly, "Do you know how much I miss you? ”

"I know, but I don't miss the past," Glista said. ”

Hansen said, "It's okay, what do you need right now, is there anything I can help?" ”

"I need some wine," Gresta said. ”

"I'm glad I still have some good wine hidden in my cellar, why don't you come in and have a drink?" With that, Hansen came to the door of the shop and pushed it open.

The moment Grista stepped into the shop, the door was slammed shut.

"This is a special brew from the magic capital, taste it?" Hansen took out a pair of red wine glasses and poured half a glass of wine in front of Grista .

The wine is a vivid garnet red, as bright as human desire, so irresistible. Just smelling it, Glista felt a little dizzy. When she tasted half of it, her eyes began to drift, and her limbs seemed to be no longer under her control.

"I have more treasures here...... Hansen's smile became more ghostly. But Glista was powerless to struggle, and only a hazy consciousness felt deep fear.

"You...... How ......" In Grista blurred vision, Hansen was approaching step by step.

Her heart felt as if she had fallen into a pitch-black abyss, as if her soul had been swallowed by Hansen.

Hansen smiled and was about to reach out to hug her.

A mighty voice rang out: "Let go of that lady." ”

A figure suddenly fell from the roof and kicked Hansen over.

It was a tall and mighty man, with a camel-colored coat and an earthy turban. The resolute face was looking at Hansen coldly.

Glista had never seen him, and she didn't know why he would help.

"Orphanage or Rose?" The man drew a short sword, but the words burst out of his mouth without a head.

Grista's mind was still in chaos, and her tongue was completely uncontrollable, but she subconsciously said, "Rose...... Stepmother...... The Fall of the Heavens...... The ...... she gave me"

The man was already smiling happily, "Sure enough, it's my sister." ”

As he spoke, the despicable Hansen picked up two bottles and smashed them at the man's head. But the man's reaction was extremely quick, and he lowered his head and kicked the bottle away with a kick in Hansen's hand.

Hansen raised a handful of white powder, but the short sword in the man's hand rolled up a wave of wind, which instead blew the handful of dust back into Hansen's face.

"That's what you used to stun her?" The man sneered, and the short sword in his hand turned from defense to offense, killing Hansen. He was extremely fast, slashing into Hansen's throat like a cloud.

Hansen inhaled his own drug, knowing that it was definitely no match for this man, and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

The man's sword surged like a wave, and only a scream was heard, and the short sword pierced Hansen's chest, pinning him to the wall.

"There are still people who can die from their own drugs." The man drew his dagger and wiped the blood from Hansen's clothes, then turned to look at Glista. She lay on the floor sluggishly, unable to move even though her eyes were open.

The man walked over to Glista and crouched down, reached out and grabbed Grista's arm, and a strange magic circle had already appeared in his palm.

What does he want to do?

Grista's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.

The man just continued to urge the magic circle, and several bright red energy gradually flowed from her palm to the man's palm.

"Are you trying to offend me?" For some reason, Glista came up with such a sentence.