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Old Barton?

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The old leader of the Burst Flame Knights looked at Archduke Francis who was pretending to be crazy and stupid, since last night, this old man has been soaking in the wine hall of the Knights Association with Feng Kan, and he has become familiar with the young people in the Knights of the Knights in just one night, but when it comes to his details, no one really knows.

What is the secret of this old man who calls himself a freelancer? Not to mention Thres, everyone is curious about this question.

"That, 'Barton'...... Sir(?) Excuse me, isn't the Holy Warrior with you?" Lanchester's reaction was relatively fast, although he didn't know the true intentions of Archduke Francis, but in this case, he could only helplessly cooperate with this shameless old fellow to act.

"Lord Priest, do you know?" "Prairie Jīng Ling Meifu'er came to join in the fun at this time.

"This ...... Yes. He hesitated, and although he wanted to say that he didn't know the old fellow, Lanchester's education made him choose to tell the truth.

"Then the xiǎo guy is still crawling on the bed, and the four buckets of Dolang Bran are put down, this xiǎo guy still needs to exercise. Archduke Francis glanced at the delicate prairie jīng spirit with interest, and then answered the young priest's question.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Lanchester broke out in a cold sweat.

It's so unimpressive, does that guy know what his position is now? Is it really okay to let this kind of guy be the spokesperson of Osetin? For the first time in his life, the young Chosen Priest had doubts about the Osetin he believed in.

“...... Drinking is not a good habit. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Lanchester finally managed to squeeze out such a non-painful sentence.

"Hahaha, men don't drink alcohol, so are they still called men?" Archduke Francis didn't take his words to heart in the slightest.

"No...... This ......" looked at the xiǎo tongue that was trembling back and forth in the archduke's throat, and the cold sweat on Lanchester's brain came down like a waterfall.

What kind of logic is this? If you can't drink, you're not a man? In other words, the young god election priest has really not touched a drop of wine since he was a big man. If you follow the logic of this old guy, then he is not ......

"Hey, I said you were going to stand in this kind of place and talk?" Maeve had already ridden her delicate prairie bantam horse again, and it seemed that she was already a little impatient, "Come back to the guild quickly, I have a stomach of questions for this 'old Barton'." ”

After she reminded the others like this, she noticed that unconsciously, there were already more pedestrians around, although they did not approach because of such a large group of people, but standing in a distant place and stopping to watch could also satisfy their curiosity.

"In that case, if there is anything to say later, Bibolas, you pick some people to stay and continue to assist the city defense forces, and the others will return to the association. ”

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I still want to check on the situation of Lord Saint Warrior first, and Mr. 'Barton' would like to ask you to take care of it first. ”

Trying his best to control so that others could not see that he had begun to gnash his teeth, Lanchester said politely with a smile on his face. Of course, if you ignore the protrusion on the forehead that spells out the word "well", then his performance is undoubtedly very successful.

"Then we should go together. That xiǎo guy is lying on his stomach in the association now. "Archduke Francis showed his tongue again, and the loyal man Ròu Chariot was also a little suspicious of his eyes at this time, and when he was in Volken, although the Grand Duke was also very big, he had never seen him like this. In the midst of the enemy, but there is no sense of crisis, is this still the shocking Iron Duke?

The people around him have a black line. This old guy, he really didn't treat himself as an outsider in his feelings, obviously everyone only met each other for the first time yesterday, okay?

"Didn't Lord Saint Warrior go back to his residence?"

Lanchester lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a jīng glint flashed in his eyes hidden behind the lenses.

"I haven't been back. Archduke Francis began to twist his hard stubble again, "Is there any problem?"

"No, I just care why the adults don't go back to their own residence, isn't it ......"

"It has nothing to do with me" The old man hurriedly waved his hand, in fact, as soon as they arrived in Booral, they were dragged by that guy to the Knights Guild, to be honest, even the palace that His Excellency wanted to visit first didn't have time to take a look.

"Sir, I didn't say anything. ”

"...... haven't you said anything yet? The look in his eyes clearly suspects that the old man has taken that guy to death.

If it was really Archduke Francis, the old man would never deny it, and probably boasted complacently about how he had made a young man realize the variety of life. But the problem is that this time it's really none of his business, and he doesn't want to take that responsibility for what he hasn't done.

"Let's go back and have a look, it's my duty to assist the Holy Warrior, and I also want to have a 'detailed discussion' with the Lord in person about the teleportation circle. ”

Although it was said politely, when Lanchester said the last two words "in detail", everyone could tell that those two words were squeezed out of their teeth.

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"Uh...... Hmmm......"

The mouth is so dry, the mouth seems to have a powerful desiccant to absorb all the water, the throat is as hot as swallowing a red charcoal, and the head is as if there are countless xiǎo people holding chisels and smashing them.

I really don't want to regain my consciousness, hangover is the eternal pass of those who are greedy for cups, no matter how much they drink happily on the first day, the next morning they must go through this trial like the Shura field. But even so, the magic of the contents of the cup is always able to make people forget the painful experience very quickly.

"It hurts~~"

Feng Kan held his head and groaned weakly, he had no memory of when he lost consciousness last night, he only remembered what he said to a guy who met for the first time, who looked very educated, stupid and naïve, and a little dumbfounded, and then pushed that stupid person to the wine table to be the last cannon fodder......

What did you say?~~ If you can't think of it, forget it, it's not a big deal anyway. The main question at the moment is - can anyone pour us a glass of water?

"uh~~~"

The same dying moan sounded in my ears, and then I noticed that most of my body was actually wrapped around most of the other guy's body.

With a painful expression and a dead fish-like look, you don't have to think about it to know that your appearance is actually not much different from the one next to you, but who is this guy?

"Uh~~...... water"

The same appeal leaked out of the other mouth, which saved Feng Kan the strength to speak, and it was good to be able to carry a little light, this is the philosophy of a lazy man - this guy is a standard lazy person.

“...... Who are you?"

The bloodshot red eyes of a dead fish finally had a hint of focus, and the brain that had been brutally baptized by the wine jīng finally turned a little, and the young man with one hand on Feng Kan's stomach asked a question that was more like a normal person should consider.

“...... Who are you?"

I have a vague impression, this guy in front of me seems to have seen it and doesn't seem to have seen it, have you seen it in the end?

“...... Where is this?"

“...... Look at this ceiling full of modern humanities and arts...... This is probably the ...... of the Rangers Association."

“...... What are you talking about?"

“...... I don't know what I'm talking about...... But if you look at that sign, you should know what this place is. ”

On the wall hangs a badge of the Knights' Guild, as long as the people of St. Austan do not know what this sign represents.

“...... Knights Guild ?...... How did I end up here?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?...... Which one are you? and...... Can you please take your hand off my stomach? I'm not used to being touched by men. ”

Someone said, "When a man has cigarettes and wine, he has a story." ”

The story is there, but the brain seems to be missing.

The young man ignored Feng Kan's ridicule, and sat up from the floor with difficulty, stunned, looking a little decadent.

“...... Do you want to get up? Pour me a glass of water. ”

The dry and hot feeling in the cavity reminded him to solve this problem as much as possible, Feng Kan waved his hand lazily, he was very casual, and brothers had to help each other.

“............”

The young man didn't seem to hear him say anything, but just lowered his head and muttered something to himself.

“...... Don't know where the water is?...... By the way, I don't know. Feng Kan twisted his head stiffly, and then saw the scene of "corpses strewn everywhere" on the floor around him.

“...... Are they all dead?"

To be honest, it was the first time he came to the wine field behind the Ranger Rider Association, and he really didn't expect that the back mén of the Ranger Rider Association was the entrance to the wine field, and it was really an integrated design.

"What did I do?"

Filled with pain and repentance, the young man covered his face and wailed with remorse.

"Uh...... Isn't drinking something terrible?"

“...... I...... I'm no longer eligible as a knight......"

“...... No~yes~~~~?"

What do you mean? Feng Kan's mind couldn't turn around.

“...... Is there a rule that says knights can't drink? No, then again, you're not a knight, you're a knight?"

“......”

The young man did not explain, or rather, he was too lazy to explain.

Drinking is not a big deal, no matter which organization does not enforce the rules against drinking, before he became a knight, he was first and foremost a man, and a man will always touch the contents of that cup several times in his life.

But getting drunk like mud is a big problem.

Especially today.

Today is the day when Baldolian will report to the Knights of the Royal Heroes.

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