The crowd that had been praying looked up at the sky, and then the joy spread through the crowd with the sound of soft discussion, getting louder and louder, and the zuihou turned into cheers. Everyone stood up, hugging and kissing each other with their relatives and friends, as if they had just won the battle.

When Achilli saw the fireworks, he knew that Fayl was back, so he hurriedly ran over, frowned as soon as he got closer, covered his nose and asked, "Master, boss, what does this smell like! It's so fishy!, master, are you hurt?"

Both Diarlando and Fayle had been wallowing in the poisonous blood of the Red Warty Dragon, and although there was no trace of flesh and blood visible to the naked eye at the moment—the thing had long been converted into energy by Fayer's circle, but the smell still remained. It smells extremely pungent to others.

When the mage raised his hand to inspect the stains on his body, he accidentally exposed a huge wound on his left hand, which was carefully discovered by Achille. The boy immediately took out the cane of Agati that had been placed in the carriage, carefully held the wounded part of Fayle, and recited the repair technique that he had just mastered in the past two days.

Fayer had forgotten the wound on his hand because of the high level of nervousness and anger just now, and after the spell was over, the huge gap would no longer bleed, but the hideously cracked flesh would take two days to recover. At this moment, Achilli carefully cast a spell, and a burst of warmth poured out from the top of Agati's cane, softly covering the wound, and after a while, the scratch more than a foot long healed, leaving only a faint red mark.

Diarlando also came over to check Achilli's learning results, and after seeing the satisfactory results, Daxiao patted Achille's shoulder and praised: "I'll just say that you have talent, but it's a pity that I don't have a wound, otherwise I'll let you practice." ”

Achille's face flushed from the praise, and he said excitedly: "Boss, I will definitely continue to work hard! I want to become the most powerful treatment expert in the whole continent! Master, do your hands still hurt?"

Fayle glanced at his hand distraughtly, and casually threw it away: "I'm going to take a bath." He ran away, leaving Achille to watch the mage's back in a hurry.

At this moment, the words that had been flickering in the sky for a long time suddenly exploded and turned into golden fireworks all over the sky. It was as if it were a signal that the festival of daylight, interrupted by the sudden appearance of a dragon, was back in order. The sumptuous food that had been prepared for a long time was carried out from the houses and formed a huge open-air banquet in this square.

The tables and chairs of each family were freely spliced together, and everyone laughed and sang, drank wine, and fully integrated themselves into this sea of joy. The circus people put on their costumes, played the huqin and ukulele, beat the dense drums, and played the cheerful round flute, which quickly brought the atmosphere of the celebration to a climax.

"Ignore him, he's probably a little embarrassed. Do I smell horrible?" Dearlando patted Achille's head comfortingly, then raised his arm to sniff with a frown.

After seeing Achille's sincere eyes, he quickly found a nearby place with living water and jumped down. After a while, the drenched came up, and after changing his clothes, Dearlando let Achille smell it again to make sure it was okay.

The aroma of the food and the joyful singing and dancing of the surroundings make it a little drunk, and Dearrando just wants to celebrate with a party at the moment. Although the problem can only be temporarily solved in front of him, there are still a bunch of hostages in the hands of the other party, and countless opponents hiding in the dark. However, in such a lively and happy environment, all worries seem to disappear.

Luna wore a freshly knitted haode flower crown on her head, and she beat the snare drum all the way to find her brother, who was missing the opening person of the performance, and immediately jumped over happily after seeing Dierrando to dance together. Deirrando gladly accepted the invitation, holding Luna in one hand and stepping to the beat to join the celebratory crowd.

“...... Who the hell is your own brother!" Achille, who had been left aside, lonely, beat the drum that Luna had thrown at him, and muttered to join the crowd.

Fayle walked away from the crowd, but the noise of the noise was still heard in the evening breeze, and it was impossible to stop it from being completely immersed in the river. The more he felt that the people here were simple and the people lived and worked happily, the more he resented himself that he had been born in a hateful country like Bran.

Holding his breath until he was about to run out, Fayer had to emerge from the cool water, where a huge torch made of straw burning in the clearing at the edge of the field illuminated the water, and the flickering light of the fire painted a mottled color on his face, which looked very hideous in the reflection of the water.

A voice spoke in the darkness: (Who...... Caused the tragedy of Bran?)

"Of course it's the Demon Dragon King!" Fayle blurted out without even thinking about it.

(huh...... So...... Who is it...... Blockade Bran?)

Fayle suddenly realized who was speaking, hurriedly scattered the reflection in the water, and fled to the shore in a panic. The palm of his hand was burning, and Fayl looked down at his left hand, the red marks on the wound that had just been treated by Achilli were still there, but what was more striking was the small circle of red marks that suddenly appeared in the palm. It's only the size of a fingertip, but it's zooming in and out like a breath.

The sound of his own heavy breathing almost drowned out the frolicking of the villagers, and there was no third except these two voices. As Fayl listened intently, the red mark on his palm suddenly disappeared, as if everything just now was just his own delusion. But the mage knew it wasn't......

The reason why he wanted to use Riess's Liliang to seize the magic of the Red Wart Dragon was because he was really insufficient, and on the other hand, it was to allow Rises to filter out the possible blood magic of Fe Karen, but he didn't expect the other party to still be haunted......

Fayer closed his eyes and tried to catch traces of Fekren's magic in his body, a third of his spells had been taught by the blood elf, and he was very familiar with the methods of the royal sword-bearer. But after several efforts, there was no gain, as if what I saw and heard in the water just now was really an illusion.

The wind that blew across the open area of the river made Fayle's wet clothes cold, and even in the middle of summer in July, this cold and visceral chill could not be dissolved. The mage tightened his robe and ran towards the place where the crowd was most lively, and only staying in the crowd at this time could he feel a little safe. He comforted himself loudly in the depths of his heart: "It's okay! I still have the dragon's contract, and he can't do anything but mental hints!"

However, when he returned to the small square that was bustling with people, the atmosphere around him was also a little strange. The villagers were surrounded by three layers and three layers outside, all shouting excitedly, "Come on, come on!" As soon as Zoya saw Fayle, she deftly walked through the crowd, pointed inside, and said, "There's something wrong with Diel, find a way to get him out of the way." ”

The mage followed Zoya in confusion, standing on one side of the relatively tall carriage and looking at the center of the crowd. The various delicacies that had originally covered the table were almost eaten up, and the cups and plates were in disarray. Dearlandor and another big man with a big waist and a rosacea nose were fighting wine. They didn't drink cup by cup or bottle by bottle, but each served a ten-liter barrel of wine.

"What's going on?" Fayl asked with a frown, why did Diarrando look out of control now, just now, but he was still good.

Zoya stomped her feet lightly and said angrily: "Who knows, at first it was just dancing and eating, anyway, everyone was making a fuss, and no one noticed how much he ate." But after almost half of the food was gone, he didn't even let go of the wine. No, now I'm still betting with others on who drinks more. Now everyone's brains are not clear, if he usually swallows and drinks like this, he would have been treated as a monster a long time ago. ”

"Then you can create some atmosphere for me, and I can find a way to send him somewhere else? You can't just hit him with a fireball in front of so many people, right?" Zoya knew that Fayl was right, and sighed, thinking about what to do.

The two men who fought for wine gradually divided the winners and losers, and the big man with a lees nose began to move around, and most of the golden ale that poured out of the barrel poured on his face and neck, and wet half of his body along his beard and chest. He made a ho-ho sound, and his eyes flushed and he aimed in the direction of Deirlando.

Diarrando's side was calm and relaxed, and he didn't drink haste, although he also spilled a little, but the movements in his hands were still as steady as a rock. Noticing his opponent's eyes, he raised his eyebrows proudly and gave a thumbs up, appreciating his opponent's massiveness.

As soon as Fayle saw his eyes, he knew that it was going to be bad, although it was not much different from usual, but it was obviously a little floating, and he was probably drunk. The thought of dealing with such an opponent with superior strength and boundless magic power made the mage start to have a headache, and if the other party went crazy, it would be easy to destroy the village at will.

The big man finally collapsed heavily, and collapsed back on a huge paulownia table. The oak barrel slid down, smashed into his chest, and rolled down the belly of the beer to the ground with a dull thud. The big man who was hit by the wine barrel and sobered up for a moment shouted, "I can still ...... Tender...... Belch...... Belch...... drank ......", and then went completely drunk.

Zoya immediately pulled a large curtain and kicked it from a nearby tree, jumping over everyone's heads and landing beside Deirlando. She gracefully waved the curtain and did a few beautiful dance moves, then let go of the curtain to cover Diarlando, who was still giggling and drinking.

"Next, let me perform our most powerful magic for everyone!Big Change~" Zoya's eyes met Fayle's, and while seeing Fayer disappear instantly, she pulled the two corners of the curtain into the shape of a tent, and then twisted her body to make a moving gesture to attract the audience's attention. When a faint thud was heard, Zoya lifted the huge curtain that covered Dearlando, leaving it empty underneath.

Deirlando, along with the barrel, vanished.

Yesterday I got the encouragement of love~~ Although the collection is still falling, but I feel a ray of sunshine shining in my heart, the support of everyone in xiexie~ I will work hard~****

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