When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

After crossing the border of the Anselazia Mountains, Sarn let out a long sigh of relief. The experience of the past two years was enough even for him.The Anselazia Mountains, especially the dwarf side on the west side, is really not a boundary that ordinary creatures can bear.

It is said that since they left the ice field two years ago, Sarn and Hong Ming searched around the Oren Continent for about half a year, and finally made up their minds to go to the lava fortress that was destroyed in the cataclysm to find out.However, this trip was much more difficult than they imagined. From the volcanoes in the lava fortress to the underground fortress in the megalithic fortress, they have experienced many twists and turns in the past two years. You must know that there are few people on this continent who are stronger than dwarves. A closed, stubborn race.This is not the most troublesome thing, what's worse is that when their whereabouts were discovered by the surface elves, as "an outpost of evil drow who went deep into the Moon Lake to investigate the enemy's situation", the whereabouts of the two of them have been highly valued by the elves. And Hong Ming didn't want to get involved with those "basically harmless" surface elves, and had to search for clues left after the cataclysm within a limited range... Just recalling these experiences gave Sann a headache.

Fortunately, they finally came out.Although there was no gain in these two years, there was no loss either. Whether it was for him or Hong Ming, this time was too small in their lives, and it was hardly worth mentioning.Just where are you going?

Noticing Sann's probing eyes, Hong Ming looked towards the official road not far away, "Where does it lead to?"

"Wolsen Kingdom? It's not far from the Holy See of the Temple of Light..." San shrugged, "If it were me, I would rather stay away from that country of fanatics. By the way, there is a tavern a few miles away , the elf wine there is quite good, why don't we go over there first?"

Of course, Hong Ming had no objection to this suggestion. A long field trip was nothing to him, but it was not so wonderful to a dark elf who needed a normal diet and rest.With such thoughts in mind, he naturally didn't notice the hidden smile on the corner of Sarn's mouth.

The Half Cup Tavern is located on the edge of the forest road at the junction of the Anselazia Mountains and the Kingdom of Walsen. It is the last human tavern before entering the vast secluded forest of the Anselazia Mountains.Here, it is not the famous dwarven spirits or elf brews that attract most tourists, but the tavern itself.As the largest warehouse of magic materials in Oren Continent, the production of Tasiorila Forest has always been a huge treasure that adventurers covet, but this former home of the dark elves is also cursed by the gods at the same time, full of all kinds of ferocious monsters. Beasts and poisonous traps, even ogres and orcs are occupying a large area, so all kinds of mercenaries are the standard equipment for expedition teams. They sneak into the forest cautiously, or return with a full load, or Dedicated his body to the fertile soil of the secluded forest.

For these blood-thirsty people, there is nothing more important than information exchange, and the half-glass tavern, which is far away from the rigid Holy See and only one step away from the forest, has naturally become their first choice. .However, these are not the purpose of Sarn choosing it, at least not the main purpose.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, Sarn frowned involuntarily. It is still early spring, and it stands to reason that there should not be so many guests in the Half Cup tavern, but the hall is obviously full, and most of them seem to belong to different mercenary groups. There were a few cloaked thieves and mages, which was not what he expected.Before he could think it over clearly, Hong Ming also walked into the hall with him, and with a swipe, the whole hall became quiet, and then turned into a slightly anxious commotion.

Oh, what the hell.Just one look at San could tell where the problem was. For these reckless men who hadn't seen a woman for months or even longer, the appearance of this outsider beside him was too intriguing.This is not the tribe of dwarves who have weird aesthetics and call thick, round and long bearded women beauties. Hong Ming without a hood should be able to attract the attention of most men, but this is not what he wants...

With a standard sneer, San also lifted his hood and walked straight into the house.This action once again changed the atmosphere in the room. The wolf whistle that was about to exit turned into a muffled cough. Many people's wine glasses were knocked to the ground, and the sound of some blades being unsheathed was accompanied by the sound of chairs flipping over. , when Sarn walked to the corner table, there were at least three empty tables around him.With an almost careless grace, he pulled away the chair by the table and smiled at Hongming, "My lord, this way please."

This "Master" made at least half of the people bow their heads, not daring to look directly at Hong Ming again.For a person who can have a servant of the dark elves, appearance is irrelevant, and they don't want to lose their lives because of this offense.Another small group began to exchange some gestures and whispers, as if trying to find out the intention of the two people to come to the half-glass tavern.

Hong Ming looked at the scene in the field, frowned slightly, and finally took a step, walked to the side of the dark elf, and sat down on the chair awkwardly. "Don't mess around."

"It's not, my dear lord." Saen leaned over and whispered in Hong Ming's ear, his warm breath swept over his earlobe, and before he could react, he straightened up, using an undisguised elf The tone said to the bartender, "Two cups of Yinhua Morning Dew should be brewed by the surface elves."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and sat across the table, looked at Hong Ming who was sitting on the chair in an uncomfortable posture, and showed a wry smile. The choice this time was too bad. He thought he had experienced such exhaustion just now. It will be a good time after the journey.

Ever since he understood his feelings for Hong Ming in the Nightmare Forest, Sarn has been looking for a chance to break through.Although it is not quite standard, as a drow male, pleasing women is almost his innate skill. In the 200 years in the dark field, he has often pleasing those arrogant drow women for the goals he needs.However, when these methods were put in front of Hong Ming, he was somewhat restrained, not only because of the other party's clear and flawless eyes, but also because of his almost untouchable indifference.Except for the desire for strength, there is no desire in this person's heart. Even in that damned dream, what he saw more was the desire for warmth and sad regret than anything else.For a person who has no desires at all, and who is ignorant of emotions, how to create a breakthrough that will not mess up?Sarn has made a lot of attempts, just like the dark elves often do, hinting, laying traps, and waiting, but the two-year trial period has hardly achieved any results. Now it's time to consider another method. ...

Two silver cups were brought up, and the bright red wine was rippling in the cups, transparent and clear, and the pleasant fragrance could be felt just by smelling it.San picked up one of the cups and handed it to Hong Ming. "Try this, the authentic product brought by the caravan from Acarella, you should like it."

Although he was wearing a big hakama all the year round because of Taoism, it still made him a little awkward to sit on a high stool in front of everyone. Hong Ming frowned slightly, took the silver cup, and took a sip.The wine flowed down the throat, and the sweet aftertaste contained a hint of spiciness, which was extremely refreshing, but this taste... Hong Ming looked up at Saen, and saw that he put down the wine glass in his hand, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue on the remaining liquid.

"Like those pills you gave me."

"It's a bit like Kun Yuan Pill... that's why you came to this shop?"

"Don't drink or eat, you have to give up even good wine, isn't it too boring?" Saen blinked at Hong Ming, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, stretched out his hand to beckon a waiter, and whispered to him stand up.

Hong Ming looked at the figure of the other party, then at the silver cup in his hand, and also showed a smile.I don't know when, this dark elf began to take good care of himself like an authentic servant, but in words and deeds, he didn't have the consciousness of a low-ranking person at all. Instead, he would use some honorifics with a little teasing. The gap between them is getting weaker and weaker, coupled with the connection of the blood bond, there is a taste of congeniality. In the past 200 years, this is indeed the closest person Hong Ming has come into contact with, and now he is slowly getting used to this intimacy.It's just that sometimes, he feels that Sarn's eyes are too bright and longing, as if he is telling him something...

Slowly drinking the fine wine in his hand, Hong Ming felt the refreshing mellowness. He hadn't tasted Kun Yuan Pill for a long time, and it was very interesting to use this thing instead.Before the wine was finished, Sarn waved his hand and drove the man away.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Sann's helpless expression, Hong Ming asked as he put down the wine glass in his hand.

"The war is on." Sarn sighed after glancing at the mercenary group that was far beyond normal in the store, "Starting from the Matimon Plain, the Mage Guild's campaign to encircle and suppress defected mages has escalated, and it has begun to confront the Principality of Brenauer The Fiji Sen Kingdom in the southern continent went crazy and joined the battle group. Now the southeastern continent has become a mess. I said why there are several times more mercenary groups here. It seems that the demand for magic medicinal materials far exceeds Normal."

"What about us?" It's a bit bad to hear such news just after walking out of the Anselazia Mountains.Hong Ming couldn't help but also frowned.Now even he knows that the southeast continent is the place with the most diverse population and the most information. If there is a war over there and it is related to mages, he is really not suitable to participate in it.

"Anyway, Walsen can't go. The entry of Fiji Sen Guangming Temple made the Holy See very nervous. With the outfits of the two of us, it's not wise to go there. Maybe we should go back to Sanjiang City? At least there are some neutral cities..."

At this moment, a crisp sound of the piano interrupted his words, Sarn's ears immediately stood up, and he stared at the door for a moment, the sound of the piano was so familiar!While he was staring, he saw a small kingfisher fly in from the open window, with a small pink flower in its beak, it landed on the table where the two were sitting upright, with a small paw reservedly After walking two steps, it put the flower in front of Hong Ming, tilted its head, and chirped obediently.

"Oh my dear baby, how can such a simple flower be worthy of his beauty like a bright moon."

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, a bard wearing a wide felt hat strolled into the hall and walked straight towards them.Standing by the table, he took off his hat, and bowed leisurely to Hong Ming, "My dear beauty, I haven't seen you for so long, do you miss me?"

"I remember you said three years later, now only two years and seven months..." Clenched the silver cup in his hand, San replied coldly.

"Wow, it must be lovesickness that makes me impatient." The poet raised his head without any shame, showing a big smile.