Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Breathing became heavy, Sera's eyes were fixed on Shelley, to see what she had to say.

“The wine was given to me by a widow I met not long ago, and she gave it to me yesterday.” — Sera imagined sarcastically.

"Baijiu... I bought it when I was able to freely enter and exit Mandala before I officially received the guests."

Sera clearly saw that Shelley hesitated for a moment.The words seemed to take a turn around the mouth, and finally turned to another place.

"I don't remember the exact time when I bought it." Shelley added timidly.

"Before that, have you ever opened the wine?" the magician asked.

"No." Shelley said with a choked voice, "I, before I pick up the guests, I want to have a drink by myself... The guests came in early, so I didn't have time to drink. He pours it."

"Unexpectedly, not long after drinking, I heard the news that the guest died at the door. It was me... woo, woo, I killed him..."

Tears and strands of hair cling to Shelley's cheeks. Her eyes and cheeks are flushed with tears, though her hair is disheveled.Especially her incomparably sincere and frightened expression made many men beside her feel affectionate.

"it's not your fault."

"No, I was the one who killed him. If I had known that the liquor was poisonous, I wouldn't let him drink it. I would regret it for the rest of my life..."

"Speaking of which, baijiu does have black magic." A passer-by said, "It's Nianhua's jug, and it's indeed a warm old wine that was newly released last week."

"It means that Nianhua's new batch of wine is mixed with black magic?"

"By the way, I just remembered one thing. Beforehand, I am a frequent visitor of Nianhua, so I am very familiar with the people working in the tavern. People who often go to Nianhua should know that the boss has a younger brother who I didn't know a few years ago. Where did you go, and finally came back recently."

Among the crowd, a muscular man was in deep thought.

After a short pause, he continued: "The boss' younger brother looks very mysterious. He always wears a mask. It is said that it is inconvenient to show it to others because of burns."

"In fact, regular customers are well aware that the boss is worried that his younger brother's appearance is too eye-catching. We joked among the diners that the boss is hidden in a golden house, haha!

"His brother has made several appearances, though only a few, one-handed ones - I was lucky enough to be included in one of those occasions. How can I put it...by far, it is the most One of the good-looking looks! Well, I won’t go into details for now, the most important thing is that the boss’s younger brother definitely has elven blood. His light golden curly hair, amazing beauty..."

"He still has eyes like blood, hidden under the mask. Rangers should know what I'm talking about. Those with a little knowledge will think of 'them' at this moment. That's right, dark elves, the race that lives in dark caves... Why are you looking at me like that? Of course I am a ranger and have dealt with dark elves before, so I can say this with confidence."

The magician frowned and said, "Actually, it's not necessarily..."

As soon as he started talking, someone turned pale with shock and began to shout: "It's over, it's over, I just bought the wine this morning, and I took a sip... Oops, is it caused by black magic, my stomach hurts!"

The crowd suddenly opened a way for him, and saw the man clutching his abdomen, holding his buttocks, and sprinting away all the way.

Things seemed to come to an abrupt end here, and Sera's memory of the follow-up was not very clear.Her head was really confused, until now, when she nestled back on the bed again, she couldn't restrain her trembling.

She was like a spectator who didn't know the truth, watching the whole farce.When the play ended, she seemed to exchange a glance with the protagonist of the show.

The crowd receded and no one noticed her.

Sera asked Mammy for leave, saying that she was unwell and would not be able to receive guests today.

Fortunately, Mandala was in a hurry to deal with the corpse eroded by black magic, and he had to appease many guests. He was so busy that he didn't have time to talk to her, so he allowed him to rest directly.

Alcohol is really poisonous... no, is there black magic?

Sera's pupils moved slowly and with great difficulty to the low table, right in front of it, on the table, was a pot of white clay pot with a wide open lid.

There is also a small wine glass beside it, which is half a glass of liquid.

If there is really black magic, judging from the way the man who died before - only a few dozen steps away, and then died on the spot, then he should have fallen asleep last night and would have slept forever.

At this moment, thinking of Shelley's harmless face, and the moment when they talked happily a while ago, Sela couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

In fact, according to the current situation, no one knows who the murderer is.Even Sierra, who knows some inside information, cannot fully guarantee that the inference he thinks is correct.

But combined with the previous conversation and Shelley's words just now, it is impossible for her, who relies on observing words and expressions to make a living, not to be completely unaware of the strangeness inherent in today's events.

As for why she didn't stand up and speak immediately... She put on her coat and got out of bed, picked up the wine glass, wrinkled her facial features tightly, and took a sip of the spicy and thick wine.

Nesting back into the quilt again, Sera felt the scorching heat in her chest and stomach, and her chaotic head finally regained consciousness for half a moment.

She couldn't point it out directly in front of everyone, because once she told the truth about last night, it was inevitable that Shelley would not turn her finger on her.

Sierra wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about Zach.

With so many people present and so many eyes watching, not only can she not tell a lie, but she needs more lies to cover it—so she has to explain why and then pronounce Zach's name.

The god of the water woman is a dancer who attends the god of water, what a sacred identity, and being involved with a female branch girl, it is hard to guarantee what others will think.

She has to protect Zac's priesthood.Moreover, the final thread of the matter will eventually lead to Nianhua Tavern, and the root cause is even Boss Holly.

Standing up and clarifying immediately will make things even more difficult to control.Sera has received countless guests, and she has learned a lot from the secrets and stories told by the guests.

In short, she believed in Nianhua and Zach.Even if the two wine jugs are completely different, there is no convincing clarification.

She is proof that the wine did not die.

During the day, the news fermented wildly; overnight, the rumors spread widely.

With the spread of rumors, Nianhua Tavern is empty.

As if back many years ago, when I was fighting with the Juniper Chamber of Commerce... Holly folded his hands on his chest, looking at this deserted appearance, thinking to himself.

Looking at every employee who is still enthusiastic and working hard, he only feels hot in his heart.

The incident happened suddenly, and such appalling news reached the ears, which first aroused the dissatisfaction of the employees.

Especially the brothers and sisters of the Leopard clan, who grabbed him early in the morning and complained about how exaggerated those rumors were.The tail was blown up so fluffy that Holly couldn't help itching to touch it.

No one wants to leave Nianhua, because they know that all this is just nonsense.During the break, the employees gathered in a pile, thinking about how to solve it, discussing countermeasures, and overcoming difficulties with Nianhua.

In fact, Hawley had already received the news last night.

Footsteps came from the corridor leading to the second floor, he turned around quickly, and the coldness of snow hit the pavement.He shook the cashmere scarf in his hand and covered Wilmer's shoulders.

Wilmer's complexion is not very good, not in terms of health, but simply unhappy.Hawley realizes that things may go as planned, or worse than expected.

"Hands are cold." As soon as he finished speaking, Wilmer held Holly's hand involuntarily, squeezed it gently, and brought the latter to their resting place.

Here is a small room with simple decoration, only a sofa and a coffee table.Located at the end of the most inconspicuous tavern, it is a good space for daily rest and conversation.

Because the space is very small, the two of them, the tall adult men, stuffed it in, making the small room even more cramped and narrow.

Hawley is not willing to get too close to people on weekdays, his nerves will continue to be tense, and he subconsciously guards against everything.Naturally, before Wilmer's arrival, only Master Bobby could really make him let go of his defenses.

"There are a lot fewer customers today, but luckily there will be none. The business of the paper shop is still the same, and most of the customers are nobles, who can barely support the tavern." Hawley said half jokingly and half self-deprecatingly. He poured a pot of tea and warmed up here in advance. Well, the temperature is just right.

Wilmer stared at the tea mist. The moment he took Holly's tea, he took Holly's hand into his arms again.

After a period of silence, Holly couldn't hold back, and asked, "What's so good about the old man's hands?"

A pair of red eyes turned to him, the eyes were clear and clean: "I like it. You like it too, don't you?"

It seemed that he could predict the other party's thoughts in advance, or avoid another way - rejection, Wilmer directly changed the subject, blocking Hawley's reaction.

"The situation with the nobles is not optimistic. Some gentry and nobles canceled their orders today, and you must know that."

"Nobles are particularly afraid of black magic, like demons who are afraid of swallowing their gold coins. Just before, I went to the street to inquire about news and heard something..."

Wilmer took a deep breath, his expression not concealing his disgust.Holly listened quietly and squeezed the other's palm.

"Some people who don't know the truth but listen to rumors think that their business is not going well because they bought liquor, or even their own physical problems, such as cold and fever... Heh." Wilmer snorted coldly.

Hawley seemed to hear something funny, and laughed up and down.Wilmer swallowed a sip of tea, glanced at the tight Adam's apple of the person beside him when he raised his head, and ground his teeth.

"Aren't you worried?" Wilmer asked.

"Worried, but those people are really funny. So, now there is a boycott from the top, right?"

"Hmm." He could always tell the direction at a glance, Wilmer's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself.

"That's going to be tricky..." Hawley finally showed a little worry.

At the critical moment, he is the one who can't panic the least. Behind him is Nian Hua, and there is a family of Nian Hua.

That is, in front of Wilmer - he quietly watched the way the other party drank tea, eyebrows, eyelashes, and lips.

It seemed to be the same in the previous life. There was an army behind him, and so did Wilmer.Only when two people fight each other with swords can they find the peace and comfort in their hearts.

"I want to contact Zach," Hawley said.

"how?"

"He came to us a few days ago and said that his sister is still in Mandala. It's not a good place. We need to recruit her sister as soon as possible."

Wilmer's throat choked, his teeth started to itch again, and he wanted to ignore it and bite Holly's hand directly.Then, he realized the intention of the other party.

"Yesterday afternoon, the incident happened at the gate of Mandala brothel. Do you want to ask about the situation?"

Holly nodded.

"I'm going to find Zach now." After that, Wilmer was about to get up.

A rough, warm hand grabbed him just in time.

"Wait," Holly yelled, then his voice softened. "We'll go together later."

"Sit with me for a while."

Turning around, Wilmer met Holly's eyes.

As if seeing something unbelievable, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, eager to find out what was hidden deep in the other's eyes.

Immediately, the hot blood calmed down again.Maybe even the other party didn't realize what he had leaked, or maybe it was his illusion.

After all, it's probably still too early.

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