Compared to the wandering wizard's troubles, which were only about the search warrant that Danhag might have arrived and the smashed ceiling and glass windows of the wandering bar, the troubles of the rat fairy were much more complicated.

Its lover is imprisoned in the depths of the black prison.

Its child is lost in the corner of the world in the mirror.

Year after year, it wasted half a year locking itself in the lab, looking for an antidote to his wife, and then spent the remaining half a year shuttling through the corners of the mirrored world, looking for traces of the juice.

But there was no result.

Until he learned from an old friend that there was an ancient tree in the Black Prison that was about to bloom.

This is an opportunity.

The rat fairy told himself. Not only could the fruit of that ancient tree help him go further on the path of magic, but the turmoil caused by that fruit also gave him the light of day to save his wife.

First University had a lot of favors on it, and now it was choosing to betray the school—such as making a deal with the Dark Council and Terry Duzem—and while it thought its choice was only a disagreement with the school, it believed that in the eyes of Shi Hui or Ruoyu, it was betrayal.

All kinds of complex emotions are disturbed together, making the rat immortal feel painful.

Especially last night, it dreamed of juice again.

The daughter screamed and stumbled down a dark corridor, calling for her mother, tears spilling down the ground. A tide of black mist chased after her, and from the mist came the unsettling sound of chewing and laughter.

After being awakened, the rat fairy put down his work and risked being caught by the yellow civet to wander the bar.

The wandering wizard has a kind of home-brewed wine, which can make people forget the troubles of the world and find the best memories between drunken dreams and death.

Now it needs those memories.

That can get it back on its feet.

But drinking, drinking, the bottle of the golden years was empty, replaced by a more mellow and powerful amber light. Good memories can't save it from slowly sinking into the mire.

It requires a stronger anesthetic effect.

......

In response to the Rat Immortal's claim that he could dig a hole and hide it, the wandering wizard simply put on his pointed hat again and pulled the brim of it as a sign of respect.

"You're a mouse, of course you can do that. ”

The owner of the wandering bar spoke the ugly truth, and his tone was slightly sarcastic: "But you are also a wizard...... Burying one's head in the sand is an ostrich style. Besides, the brains of rats should be larger than those of ostriches. ”

The rat fairy grunted and poured wine, but did not make a sound.

After a pause, the wandering wizard slowed down his tone and continued, "There are always accidents in this world. We take off the hats. A few seconds of silence. Then put on the hat and life goes on ......"

"Like you just did?" said the big rat again, mocking in his voice.

The wandering wizard pretended not to hear the mockery in his tone, and continued to boil chicken soup: "I remember a singer named Xin and something who said, 'Think of every day as the last day of your life, and one day your dreams will come true'...... That's a good point. But I prefer to interpret this sentence from another angle. ”

"A lot of people have procrastination and like to put off today's things until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow...... So, why can't you put off your bad mood for a day and then have a flap?'Oh, I just want to work now, and I'll have time to be depressed tomorrow' You have more important things to focus on right now, don't let that bad mood bring you more bad future. Maybe you can put that bad off until the day you go to the grave......"

The Rat Immortal finally put down the bottle.

Staring at the small round eyes, the beard at the corner of the mouth curled a few times, showing a little dissatisfaction: "People often say that it is rare to be quiet after death...... Do you want me to die without a peaceful life?"

"We have a good relationship with the Grim Reaper. The wandering wizard winked at it.

"Shit. The rat fairy bit the bottle, took a few sips of wine, and muttered, "Some old fellow also said that he had a leg with the goddess of fate...... I didn't see fate favor him!"

If that wasn't favorable, the wandering wizard silently squirmed his lips, tempting to refute, but didn't open his mouth in the end.

There's no need to argue with a drunk.

But the rat fairy came to talk, waving his short arms, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch a lot:

"You know what? fate has nothing to do with us...... Life is always full of uncertainties. Just like me, I was born, went to the first university, got married, had children, stayed in school, did experiments...... Life is like a rhinoceros running wild, with a clear goal and a clear future. ”

Suddenly, the rhinoceros tilted its neck and glanced to the side. ”

"The whole world is completely different...... I became a mouse, no children, no wife, only a bunch of rats that had just been created...... Although it is still possible to do experiments as before. But you know, what's different...... Have you ever tried to look up at the sky once in a while on the road you pass through every day? That new perspective......

Then its bottle was empty.

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

"Would you like to change to another flavor of wine?" The wandering wizard saw the appearance of the rat fairy holding the wine bottle, and felt a little sorry for his amber light, and took the initiative to ask, "What kind of wine do you want to drink, I can help you find it." ”

"I want to drink wine that goes back to the past. ”

"Magic can help you go back in time, but alcohol can't. The wandering wizard shook his head, pulled out a hardcover Siren Rum from the wine kitchen behind him, and stuffed it into the rat fairy's hand: "Wine can only relieve your temporary pain. You take the first sip and the wine will help you by making you take the second and third sips...... And slowly, you are swallowed up by the illusion constructed by the god of wine...... The past He lets you see is no more fragrant than a pillow of yellow sorghum. ”

The rat fairy bit off the kraken rum's cork and took a few sips.

"This is the tears of God! This is the blood of the devil!" it cried, as if every sip was helping it transcend the shackles of the spirit of reality: "This is the antidote! The antidote to any snake oil! Pain is a filthy prison, and this ......"

It held up the bottle in its hand, and some of the pale blue liquor spilled out:

"And this! is a stucco! It can make that filthy prison, beautifully painted, clean...... Just like it was at the beginning. ”

"But that's not true. The wandering wizard whispered, "Prison is still a prison after all. ”

"What is the difference between real and fake. The corner of the Rat Immortal's mouth dripped, but his expression was calmer than a few minutes ago: "This world was originally a prison. ”

The wandering wizard looked at it, and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally.

"Although I am the owner of this bar. He chuckled dryly, "But I have to admit that in a sense, you're better suited to open a bar than I am." ”