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"Triggered?"

Wayne has returned to the inner city.

When Kokoro drank the glass of ale made by Wayne with his ability, he felt it.

"Memorial Ale" is one of the results of Wayne's attempt to integrate emotions into his ability creations.

Ale is a beer with a very ancient history.

It is said that this originated from Elbaf, a country of giants with thousands of years of civilization.

Ale has a stronger and richer taste than ordinary beer and was once popular all over the world.

However, due to problems such as difficulty in preservation and relatively unstable quality, it began to be gradually replaced by current beer 200 years ago.

However, ale’s unique flavor and thousands of years of ancient heritage are still supported by many people.

Indeed, the oldest wine in the world is the wine "Ilp" said to have originated in Alabasta.

But with the development of wine, irp no longer exists.

Therefore, ale can be said to be a living fossil among existing alcoholic beverages.

It can greatly represent the "history" of alcohol.

There's nothing better than a swig of ale when reminiscing about someone or something.

Therefore, Wayne tried to give the ale he recreated with his ability the ability to "remind the target of memories."

This is also one of the states that many people will fall into involuntarily after being drunk.

The specific recall content will tend to be the most hidden memories that you actively or passively choose to forget.

Sometimes, the effect of memories is very unexpected.

Kokoluo is indeed a senior alcoholic who is called by Bingshan to have "countless wines", and he can even get this kind of wine.

Wayne even wondered if her stationmaster's salary was really enough to buy alcohol?

"It seems to be effective, but I don't know to what extent it can be remembered."

Wayne's stomach growled in protest.

He hasn't eaten all day.

"This tavern seems to be a good one. If you don't want to drink, just eat."

It was still early, and the City of Seven Waters had just fallen into the night, which was when the Mask Carnival was at its busiest.

This also caused Wayne's original idea of ​​buying some specialty water and meat to fill his stomach to go bankrupt.

The streets were full of people, and every stall was surrounded by a thick wall of people.

On the contrary, the usually bustling tavern seemed relatively deserted.

After walking into the tavern and ordering some food, Wayne sat on his seat and took out the metal wine bottle Bingshan had prepared for him.

"In Memoriam Ale!"

Shaking the flask, the liquid inside sloshed, and Wayne nodded with satisfaction.

Taking a wine glass, Wayne poured half a cup of deep amber wine from the jug.

With dense foam and rich malt aroma, this is a premium ale.

"If you have the ability to create it, you won't get drunk after drinking it."

Fight with full power, and now Venn can support it for 10 minutes.

But if he just drank some wine made by his ability, Wayne would not fall into a deep drunken state as quickly as if he drank the real wine directly.

He will also be drunk, but at most he will only be a little dizzy and will not lose the ability to move.

"Um……"

Although it was strange to put beer in a metal jug, Wayne ignored the scattered strange looks around him and tasted it on his own.

"Unfortunately, the special effects of 'In Memoriam' are not effective on myself."

However, it is not completely ineffective.

"My mind feels much clearer, which is an unexpected gain."

It's not that seeing and hearing color increases one's domineering power.

Rather, the mind becomes sharper and can quickly distinguish various irrationalities.

Just like now.

"Guest, please use your food slowly."

The waiter served Wein's food, including water and meat, a specialty of the Seven Waters Capital, as well as exquisite dishes from the "City of Food" Puki.

And a glass of lemonade with ice.

The waiter excused himself, and Wayne picked up the lemonade he specially ordered to sober up, and shook it in front of him.

Seemingly noticing the ale in front of him, he put the lemonade aside casually, took a sip of the wine, and started eating leisurely.

It wasn't until almost all the food was finished that Wayne sighed with contentment and picked up the lemonade glass again.

"Tsk, today's meat and fish seems to be particularly fragrant. It's really good."

He slowly shook the water glass in his hand, and the lemon slices on the glass also swayed.

"However, isn't this kind of despicable means what you, the proud ones, despise the most?"

There was a slight blush on Wayne's face, and the ale took off slowly.

He picked off the lemon slices and placed them on the watery meat plate with a little soup left.

The moment the fresh lemon slices come into contact with the soup, they quickly turn green and then wither!

"It's really hard for you to prepare the compound poison so quickly."

Wayne stood up slowly and turned to look at the strong man who had walked out from behind the bar.

This man has an inverted triangle figure, wearing a yellow spotted shirt, and his hair is in the shape of two funny horns.

Now, he looked serious and clenched his fists nervously.

"CIPHERPOL No. 9, when did you discover me?"

Wayne carefully put away the metal flask, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head to look in another direction.

It was a table of diners, all wearing celebration robes and masks similar to Wayne's.

They are also the only guests in the tavern besides Wayne.

"You guys, wearing your mask so firmly and ordering so many dishes, I'm really giving you a hard time."

"...Our existence should not be known to outsiders."

Those people stood up one after another, simply took off their masks and took off their disguises.

A young man who had great ideas for styling his eyebrows and beard shook the red wine glass in his hand and took a step forward.

"Major General Mark Wynn."

The young man was wearing a smart black formal suit under his disguise, and a pigeon wearing a mini formal coat landed on his shoulder.

He glanced at the withered lemon slices on the plate on Wayne's table with an indifferent expression:

“No, former Major General… I’m Rob Lucci from CP9.

"You probably didn't recognize us for this ridiculous reason."

"Maybe, but I have no obligation to explain to you."

Wayne looked at the CP9 members who were much younger than he remembered and sighed regretfully:

"It's such a pity. I had to leave tomorrow."

"This shows that your blasphemy against 'God' cannot be forgiven."

Rob Lucci, who is now only in his early 20s, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and crushed the glass to pieces:

"As for the means...since you know our CP9, you should also know what our responsibilities are, right?"

"Espionage, and assassination?"

Wayne chuckled and slowly walked out from behind the table:

"I see. It seems that Rob Lucci, who is known as the strongest genius in CP9800 years, also feels guilty..."

He stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist:

"Why, haven't you mastered the Six Styles yet?"

"...I can't compare with you, Major General Wayne."

Lu Qi did not add the word "former" this time.

"Not to mention a few of them."

"..."

The long-nosed Kaku carried two swords at his waist, Kalifa pushed up her glasses nervously, and Bruno walked up to them.

This is the lineup of CP9 coming to the Capital of Seven Waters. The other three guys are all scammers with unreliable personalities and have been performing other tasks.

As the strongest among them and the leader of the operation, Rob Lucci has absolute authority.

Therefore, these people remained silent when he spoke.

"Frankly speaking, we must go all out to deal with you and use any means necessary."