elf successor

When the sun sets in the west, the tavern is still noisy. The drunkards all have red faces, and the wine glasses in their hands have never been broken. As time goes by, they are talking more about the painting tickets that are about to be unveiled, the people here, and the paintings in their hands. There are no less than thirty tickets, or even more. A thick dozen is placed on the table, which is very eye-catching. Of course, the more tickets are drawn, the louder the voice becomes, clamoring for Eve to draw the lottery.

Thousands of people gathered outside the tavern. They each held their painting tickets and looked forward to it. However, the atmosphere outside was still not as good as the hot tavern. It was a bit solemn here. Although there were occasional whispers, there were more They are all quick and short, so they don't dare to disturb others.

The setting sun is getting lower and lower, and the huge orange-like wheel exudes the last afterglow. The cold air begins to evaporate from under the earth. The scene that has been suppressed by the sun for a whole day is gradually reversed. Countless eyes are staring at the man lying outside the pub door. For the young wizard sitting on the chair, the temperature seemed to have dropped a little unconsciously.

After all, the feeling of being stared at was uncomfortable. Gus slipped the last sip from the teapot, patted the dust on his body, stretched towards the sunset, closed the chair and tucked it under his arm. Walking in slowly with the yellow afterglow.

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The calm crowd let out a low voice, knowing that the lottery was about to be drawn, and leaned towards the tavern unnaturally. When the patrolling guards passed by, their steps slowed down a bit, and from time to time they would cast anxious glances into the tavern. look.

The sounds in the tavern were quiet, with only a few dry coughs occasionally. The crowd waiting outside the door was even quieter. You could hear the drop of a needle, and everyone was holding their breath. Although the cold was approaching, the drawing tickets in the palms of their hands had already been soaked with sweat. Their hearts were not at peace, and their hearts were pounding, which was stronger than usual.

The three people who completed Gus's first business also arrived. The leader holding the drawing ticket was still calm. He closed his eyes and leaned quietly in the corner. It was just that his slightly trembling fingers could tell that he was nervous, while the two people beside him Perhaps he was young, with an undisguised look of anxiety on his face, staring at the handsome figure in the tavern through the crowd.

The other shopkeepers around the tavern also moved stools and sat leisurely at the door. They had been in business for countless years. Naturally, they could keep their minds focused on this kind of windfall, and swept through the crowd with amusement, thick blankets Covering his body, with endless ridicule in his eyes, he watched the excitement quietly.

When the setting sun completely jumped below the skyline, the silence was broken, like a silver bottle exploding, and the tavern was surrounded by loud curses and curses. These men who had been waiting here all day looked at the painting ticket in Gus's hand and said with a smile. They walked out with endless decadence and disappointment. Almost all the people in the tavern held most of the painting tickets, but the grand prize did not appear in the tavern, which made them very sad and angry. After all, most of the taverns were adventurers, so it was better to give them away. Give it to those guys outside the door.

They wanted to riot, but they didn't dare. These three people were all wizards. To cause trouble in the tavern would be to seek death. The beautiful woman standing behind the bar, with eyes like poisonous snakes, could suppress the evil fire in their hearts. There is also the boss with a smiling face. Endless danger rises from the hearts of this group of adventurers who are struggling on the edge of life and death. Now they just want to escape, and there is no point in continuing to stay here.

In the empty tavern, Eve brought over the red paper she had prepared long ago, and Gus took out a quill and added a few lines in the blank spaces. The three numbers 501 were larger and darker than the surrounding numbers.

Eisenna took it with a sullen face, slammed it at the door, and then closed the door of the tavern directly with a "bang".

When the red paper was revealed, the crowd was in complete chaos. Their hearts almost jumped out of their throats. They had just learned from the drunkards that the owner of the prize had not yet appeared. This made them very excited. At this moment, they all had a chance. Everyone is equal, so it is inevitable to be a little anxious, and everyone rushed forward. However, after seeing the numbers on the wall clearly, most of them calmed down, and they were no longer excited. They just let out the anger in their hearts. After learning the result, they were not disappointed. There was no regret, only freedom and ease. He threw the drawing tickets aside and started talking with the people around him with a smile. Seeing that all the relatives and friends around him had also voted, he felt even more comfortable. Groups of people left together, saying that although They also cursed a few times, but most of them smiled, obviously not taking this kind of thing to heart.

They all try their luck. Very few people buy more than two painting tickets. Fortunately, I lost my life. They all understand this. After all, there is nothing to gain. At least there is hope for this day, which makes the ordinary life better. There have been some ups and downs in their lives, and they are already very satisfied.

The crowd left, but there were still a few people staying at the door. Some were sobbing softly, and some were frowning. They were desperate gamblers who had spent all their money on this, and had a thick layer of money in their hands. The ticket for drawing was never thrown away. It was their life, all their lives. Now that the ticket was gone, their lives were also wasted. They all stood there for a long time and finally left in a daze. Although it was a big blow, it still had no impact on them. It's normal for them. It won't take long for their souls to reunite. As desperate gamblers, as long as their lives are still there, they will naturally have a chance to return their money.

The three people saw that the people had almost left, so they slowly came over. The three of them were a little excited. No one had won the lottery just now, so their chances were much greater. Thinking of this possibility, the three of them were praying. Waiting, hoping that the Dharma God can visit them once.

Climbing in front of the red paper, with the help of dim light, after seeing the numbers clearly, the three of them were silent for a long time. One of them couldn't even believe it. His eyes were glued to the red paper. He was kicked by the leader before he walked away from the wall. Up and down. "Phildan, what should we do? Our money is gone, all gone." The young man did not dare to accept it, squatting on the ground and sobbing softly.

The leader named Phil Dan could no longer see any blood on his face, which was shining white under the light. He smiled bitterly and murmured: "There will be a way, there will be a way."

"What else can we do? We no longer have any capital. There is no hope for Malya's illness. As long as this winter passes, she will die. She will die." Another person stood behind him, his eyes closed in despair. on, swallowing hard, "We hurt her. We shouldn't have done this. If it weren't for this thing, we might still have a chance."

The cold moon rose again, and Phil Dan, who originally hated the dark night, no longer felt the cold. Under his pale face, the shining eyes were so terrifying. Suddenly, he laughed secretly. At this moment, he had already There was no fear, no restraint: "It's not over yet. We just need to kill this person tomorrow, and the grand prize will still be ours." As he said that, Phil lowered his head and looked around. On the cold street, except for the gorgeous figures behind him from time to time, The carriage passed quickly, leaving only three people standing here.

Phil ignored the two people shivering behind him and walked straight into the darkness. The other two people looked at them again and again, and finally chased after them.

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In the tavern, it was as warm as spring. Gus' witch wand was suspended in the air to replenish the witchcraft power for the fireballs. Four fireballs kept rotating in the air, heating up the entire tavern. Eve sat on the wine table stupidly, her eyes filled with tears. She almost narrowed her eyes to a thin line. She held the iron box and refused to let go. She would pull it a few times from time to time. The sound of the gold coins hitting it was very clear, just like the most beautiful music in the world, which made people intoxicated.

"Do you know that doing this will hurt a lot of innocent people?" Aisena's cold voice came, which made Gus very unhappy. This girl seemed to be in conflict with him, always looking for trouble without saying anything, and it seemed that she even The last bit of brain was lost.

"As long as I can keep Eve alive, I don't care about anything else, and I don't dare to care about anything else." Gus also lowered his voice and seemed to have returned to his usual self. He could only look at the giggling Eve affectionately, stroking the wine glass with his fingers, "You There is no way, but I do. You don’t want this, unless you can think of a better way, otherwise just shut up.”

The cold words reached her ears, and Eisenna did not speak again. Gus's voice seemed to be colder than her own. This was the indifference from the soul, with no consideration for things outside herself, and no compassion.

Eisenna snorted coldly, pulled Eve towards the attic.