Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"Bishop, watch your step."

The monk and the attendant took the hands under the loose red sleeves at the same time, and helped each other get off the boat.Those hands were as wide as mountains, the thick calluses on the palms were like mud, and the veins and scars coiled on the back were thick tree roots.

"Thank you for your care all the way, Brother Kito. If possible, I would like to take a walk in the city first." There was a bit of fatigue in the thick voice, but the tone was brisk and full of interest.

Brother Kito looked at the cardinal in front of him: the robe was as bright red as fireworks, and it was extremely generous by his figure, as if he was wearing armor underneath.

When the summer wind blew, the robe fluttered, and the cardinal was like a thin piece of paper.He has a slightly stooped figure, and his chin is covered with long white and shaggy beards.

"Do you need horses for you?"

"No, I'll just take a stroll." The cardinal straightened his hat, and the top of his head was trimmed very cleanly, "I've been here for almost half my life, and it's completely different from what I remembered. .”

After all, he stomped his feet: "Look, what a flat ground. Half a year ago, Svia's royal city was paved with concrete, and it was only the main road. Now Lost Island even has such a good port. Ping."

"Son, you must be doing well here." The cardinal looked at the monk with hale and hearty eyes, with gentle eyes.

Brother Kito was soft-hearted. He never thought that Bishop Quentin, one of the elders of the light camp, would be so friendly.

He thought for a while, and when everyone decided to leave separately, he said, "If the bishop doesn't mind, I'm tired from playing, and I recommend you a place to rest."

"Oh? Tell me quickly."

"Nianhua Tavern." Brother Kito said with a smile, "I'm sure you've heard its name in Svia. It's the one that sells magical baijiu and subsequent fruit wine."

"In fact, his house not only has wine, but also all kinds of dishes, juices and teas. The environment of the store is good, and the service is also very good... Sorry, I said too much." Brother Kito lowered his head shyly .

"It doesn't matter, but I want to thank you, good boy. I have always been very interested in it, and I will definitely go and see it."

Quentin waved to him and turned around with a kind smile.When he turned his back, the corners of his lips raised slightly, but the smile in his eyes disappeared.

Along the way, because of his special attire, many passers-by cast their eyes on him.Quentin returned the salutes one by one with respect; he didn't care about those who looked at them curiously, and took all kinds of people and buildings into his eyes.

"Pearson, this is a really nice place."

Pearson's attendant who was accompanying him quietly took a look at Quentin's expression. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he nodded slightly and echoed, "Yes, my lord."

Accompanying the adults almost circled half of the city, and Pearson's soles of his feet began to turn sour, but he still stepped up and followed Quentin's side one step behind.

Lord Quentin was once considered the best knight - whenever at this time, Pearson couldn't help sighing in his heart, he was probably more energetic than many young knights when he was old and never saw the twilight.

Going around, it seems to be enough to see the strange mixed races, and it seems to be walking all over the streets along the memory.It wasn't until the scorching sun at noon that his whole body was scorched that Quentin said: "Pearson, I'm going to rest here, you can go to Nianhua Tavern to find a seat for me first."

There is a beautiful small fountain in the center of the city, and the small circular square is very clean.There were several benches around, and many nobles sat on the chairs to rest their feet.

The marble benches were sleek and beautiful, and Quentin loved the thoughtful gadgets.The parish of the Guangming Church is too wide, and he has to walk back and forth from time to time. No matter how strong he is, he will not be able to bear that kind of tossing when he is old.

I heard from passers-by that the fountain had been set up long ago; when the chairs were being erected, the little owner of Nianhua Tavern also appeared.Although it was not stated explicitly, many people in charge of the construction process tacitly agreed that the bench was the idea of ​​Boss Nianhua.

Quentin's hazel eyes reflected the fountain, and his light eyebrows were barely visible in the sunlight.

Holly... Holly.He repeated the name over and over, pouring all his thoughts and doubts into the fountain, and spraying them like sprays.

No matter what Holly's background is, it would be great if he could be used by the Holy See.pity……

"My lord, the location has been arranged for you."

The attendant ran back panting, and then bowed to help Quentin get up.

Quentin looked at his little attendant's face still in a daze, and said, "What's the matter? Pearson."

Waking up from the daze, Pearson quickly lowered his head: "I'm sorry, my lord. It's the Nianhua Tavern...it's really different."

Thinking of something, Pearson continued to say: "The owner of Nianhua Tavern seems to be out today."

"It's okay." Quentin withdrew his hand and glanced at the bench again.I don't know why I regret it, I sighed lightly, and then walked in the direction of Nianhua.

"Tell me more about what you saw in the tavern."

Two long silver chains that were about to hang down to the abdomen dangled and fell in front of Quentin.Hit each other, making a crisp sound.

They are shaped like chains and are particularly slender.With the sound of the necklace hitting, Pearson told Quentin everything he had heard and seen.

Walking to a lively street, the shouts of shops and vendors can be heard endlessly.The two walked through the crowd. Suddenly, Quentin seemed to sense something and looked towards a bakery in front of him.

In front of the store, a young man with short charcoal black hair and green eyes embedded in his eye sockets was talking to another young man wearing a mask.

The waves of the crowd pushed Quentin forward, rushing behind the young man.At this moment, as if sensing his gaze, the young man turned around and glanced at Quentin.

The four eyes meet, and then touch and leave.

"The news is true?"

A touch of pale golden hair fell down on the letter, covering the blood-stained words in the corner.

"It's... true."

The body of the half-kneeling person shivered slightly, and he shrank to answer the question.

His eyes seemed to stare through the ground, not daring to look up an inch.But he couldn't help but see the other party's angry posture in his mind.

"Why did I only get the news now?"

The movement of rat ants scurrying spread in all directions.

"It's because my subordinates are not doing well." He had a sad face, and the rustling sound was like the whisper of a devil, showing the passing of his life.

"Wycliffe, you should have died three years ago." Truman said softly, with a chill in his eyes.

Without waiting for Wycliffe's excuse, Truman continued: "Zoya Nehemiah should already be in my hands."

"Three years ago, you were unfavorable. You said that you had a way to entrust her to me completely."

Wycliffe was completely on his knees, like a prisoner receiving a statement of guilt.Her throat began to whimper, and her eyes filled with panic.

From the corner of his eye, he saw vines slowly climbing the wall in the corner of the room, like countless snakes and insects, entrenched on the wall.

"You caught her again. I thought that three years would be enough to bring her back to Svia."

"Yes... it was the dragon clan who found her trace!"

"Shut up! Trash!"

Truman's blue eyes, mixed with the eye sockets that were about to crack, turned red.

The speed of the vines swimming on the wall increased rapidly, and Wycliffe immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.At this time, the vines slowed down a little.

"You wasted three years of my time." Truman's voice was very heavy, "wasted the resources I invested, my opportunity."

Except for the ground, all corners of the house are covered with vines.It's like being in a fairyland, boundless, full of green.

And the rattan is beating, bulging like a heart and a pulse.Flowers blooming all over the wall from the heartbeat—pink, white, golden... Big and small, more colorful than spring, regardless of the situation, it is simply too beautiful.

When the buds bloom, deep in the flower core, the fine stamens are floating.

Wycliffe knew that these ghostly things, seemingly harmless flowers, lived on flesh and blood.That lovely stamen, in his opinion, is undoubtedly full of blood.

— just like the person in front of you.

At a corner of the slope, slender vine branches slowly crawled towards his feet.

"How should I explain, Wycliffe." Truman sighed deeply, the letter in his hand turned into ashes at some point.

"Oh, I forgot." Truman raised his hand slightly to stop the crawling vine.

This is the case for high-level mages, they can easily command foreign objects without relying on any external objects as a medium.

When did he... Wycliffe, forgetting to offend, looked up suddenly, his eyes widening in horror.

"No surprises. What a pity, isn't it? If you get things done, follow me, and you'll get what you want in the end." Truman looked at him condescendingly.The gentle horoscope curled his eyebrows, but at the moment he looked contemptuous and contemptuous.

"Tell me, what else have you told me?"

Wycliffe's dislocated jaw was generally unable to close together, and his lips were constantly trembling, just like his pupils.Tears and snot seemed to flow out continuously.

He felt the vine crawl up his ankle like a sticky snake.

And he was the weak prey that was about to be strangled, and he kicked the vines away with conditioned reflex.I thought there was still a little room for resistance, but now I have completely extinguished hope, knowing that I am just dying.

It was rare that Truman, who was not immediately manic, looked at the scene in front of him with indifference.He didn't even move his lips. Several vines stretched towards Wycliffe.Seeing him was like seeing a fat dog, so he swooped over.

Wycliffe screamed and was lifted by his ankles, hanging upside down in the air, and all daggers, weapons and other items fell to the ground.

A silver coin bounced off like a bead, and rolled to the corner of the vine wall.The moment he was about to pass through the gap, a flower suddenly bloomed at the gap, swallowing the silver coins.

Truman will never let him go... Wycliffe thought sadly with silver coins in his eyes.

"Two people I sent didn't come back." Wycliffe gave up struggling completely, tears streaming down his ears.

"What do you mean?"

"They may well have been caught by Donovan."

"..."

Silence, endless silence.Wycliffe hung upside down, neck and face flushed.His tears stopped flowing, despair choked them up.He was still breathing weakly, but he looked like a dead man.

All the flowers smelled a trace of blood and began to stir.The vines strangled blood from the human's feet, then moved slowly, lifting the weight to the wall.

Feeling the approach of death, Wycliffe caught a glimpse of what seemed to be black nails when Truman took off his white gloves.

But he couldn't say anything more, his eyes suddenly went dark, and after the severe pain, his consciousness was completely lost.

Truman looked at his palm pierced by the armor point, and blood was dripping on the ground.

The flower wall full of sticky flesh was about to move, a bouquet tentatively touched Truman's shoulder, and in the next second, Truman tore it off and crushed it.

The flower wall died down in an instant.

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