hero?it must be me

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"Thanks to you, it's a lot easier."

Dikaiopolis in casual clothes said with a smile.

These are his sincere words.

In that battle, if Zheng Qi's last bottle of medicine hadn't been there, I'm afraid...

Fortunately, during that kind of battle, no one had the opportunity to monitor his physical condition all the time, and Zheng Qi's last action of dosing the medicine was very neat and was not captured by any camera, so no one could say much about the results of the final inspection. objection.

The basic rule of knight competition is not to hurt people's lives. On the basis of not risking one's life, both sides show their own abilities. What's the problem?

Of course, some people wanted to put pressure on Dicaiopolis.

In other words, throw the pot away.

After all he lost.

However, due to the intervention of the Supervisory Committee and some tension within the Federation, Dicaiopolis did not suffer too much after the game, and the same was true for the Red Light Knights.

Even if he loses this time, he and the Chizhan Knights still have great use value.

There is no reason to give up after losing this once, isn't it?

Chapter 266 Chapter 96: I Was Dumped

"It seems that Grandma Russell is quite trustworthy."

"It really is because of you."

Hearing Zheng Qi's words, Dicaiopolis smiled.

It's not that he doesn't understand the twists and turns rooted in Casimir, but he has never been interested in the entanglement of interests buried in the shadows.

In order to survive, he can endure and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But he never deceived himself.

So after learning that the Supervisory Committee had intervened in his affairs, he vaguely realized a possibility.

After settling down with the Chizhan Knights, he came here pretending to be casual, originally to find Zheng Qi.

Old Martin's bar is remote, but it is quite famous in the circle of retired old knights.

Among the infected knights in Chizhan, there are also retired knights of the same era as Old Martin.

Dikaiopolis originally thought that even if he couldn't meet Zheng Qi, he should be able to meet someone related to Yao Knight, and maybe he could find out the whereabouts of Zheng Qi by asking. Zheng Qi of the phone.

He was lucky.

in various senses.

"So you came to thank me?"

"Correct."

Dikaiopolis nodded curtly.

"Thank you, Zheng Qi."

"any drinks?"

Zheng Qi shook the cup in his hand: "I recommend this."

Hearing this, Dikaiopolis smiled and shook his head.

"Boss, the water of life, do you have [Borendo]?"

"some."

Old Martin wiped his hands, walked over, and picked up a bottle of wine wrapped in black and gold from the wine cabinet at the back: "How do you want to drink it?"

This is a bottle of 79-degree spirits, which are generally used as accessories or base wines in various cocktails, and occasionally some people will drink it alone with ice.

But generally speaking, there are really not many people who can order this wine, and there may not be a time when they want to use it in ten days and a half months.

So the bottle in old Martin's hand is an unopened new wine that has not been mentioned for about half a year since the last bottle of [Borendo] was used up.

"Bring it here, please give me another big cup like his, it must be frozen."

Dicaopolis just held out his hand.

Old Martin handed over the wine and the frozen cup. He was doing business, and he would naturally satisfy any normal needs of the guests.

Seeing Dikaiopolis turned upside down, holding the body of the bottle with one hand and the bottom of the bottle with the other, a harsh sound suddenly sounded.

Looking at the hands of Dikaiopolis, the body of the wine bottle is intact, except that the pinched bottom of the bottle is "screwed" like a bottle cap.

He poured the entire bottle of amber wine into the frozen mug, just to the top.

The wine was sticking to the rim of the glass, and its jewel-like color was gently shaking under the dim light of the bar counter.

Dikaiopolis picked up the big cup, held it firmly, without leaking a drop, then tilted his head slightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

Old Martin looked at this scene in astonishment.

He has seen people who can drink, but this is indeed the first time he has seen people who drink like this.

"Boom."

Putting down the wine glass, Dikaiopolis exhaled: "Sure enough..."

"It's still not as good as you."

"Didn't you say that my degree is as high as poison?"

"You have to eat delicious food, and you have to eat poison. Only then can you be considered a healthy Minoan."

Dikaiopolis replied, "My grandmother used to say that when I was a child."

"It's a pity..."

"Why do you look like you were dumped?"

Zheng Qi also put down his cup, and looked at Dikaiopolis helplessly: "I thought you weren't the type to be sentimental."

"I was dumped."

"……what?"

Zheng Qi was taken aback: "By whom?"

"you."

"..."

Zheng Qi had a blank look on his face.

"Now, I somewhat understand what you said to me that day, about love."

Dikaiopolis raised his head: "The opponent who belonged to me suddenly changed the direction of his gaze."

"Looked at the other opponents."

"Damn it, why is he (her)? Is he (she) that good? Is there anything I can't compare to him (her)?"

"—The person who was ignored must be thinking regretfully like this."

"It's really similar to falling in love, and you're right."

"I was dumped by you, without a doubt."

Zheng Qi withdrew his gaze from Dikaiopolis, scratched his head, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"However, it wasn't just me who was dumped by you."

He whispered, "That young nightmare, you can see it too."

"There is no shortage of devotees anywhere."

"Are you going to fulfill him?"

"...If he is really single-minded, then he can't be said to be obsessed."

Zheng Qi replied calmly.

"That's right...that's right."

Dikaiopolis stood up: "Boss, pay the bill."

He was about to take money out of his pocket.

"Farewell, put it in my account, I haven't used up the money here."

"...Then I will invite you next time."

"must."

When he came to the door, Dicaiopolis turned his head to take a last look at the back of Zheng Qi sitting alone at the bar, turned around and left the bar without further words.

"Here, French fries and iced milk."

A glass refilled with ice milk and a plate of steaming French fries were placed in front of Zheng Qi. Old Martin picked up a bottle of red wine and poured himself a small glass.

"Is this to accompany me?"

"Anyway, there are no customers. Koval went to find Lao Fu. It's not the normal business hours yet. Who would come to the bar in broad daylight like you?"

Old Martin said with a smile: "Just be with me."

"It's not interesting to be alone."

"……really."

Zheng Qi raised his cup with a smile: "Go one?"

Old Martin was taken aback for a moment, and then said kindly: "Let's go."

When the glass is touched, it clinks.

The crisp sound, contained in the melody of old songs played on the radio, is extremely pleasant.

Maria is running.

She forgot the gel repair fluid used to repair Margaret's gauntlet in the old workshop.

The old workshop is some distance away from Margaret's aunt's house, so she has to hurry.

It's just that the girl couldn't help frowning and worrying while running.

She knew that her sister's injury in the battle with Nightmare Knight was not as light as she showed.

With an injury like that, Maria felt that if it were placed on her, she would definitely be unable to hold back the tears.

But my sister still didn't change her expression.

As if she wasn't the one who was injured, if she hadn't noticed some flaws in her movements when she was practicing with her aunt, maybe she wouldn't have taken the initiative to talk about the injury.

Facing the worries of Aunt Zofia and herself, my sister just smiled and said that it was only a minor injury.

...Where does it count as a minor injury?

Why do you have to show that kind of smile that seems to be normal?

What exactly did my sister go through so that my sister can tell and get used to this kind of pain?

Maria was worried.

She couldn't hold back, and asked the question anyway.

Why do you have to get used to these things, why do you have to work so hard...why, do you have to become so strong?

For her question, my sister just answered her like this——

"Clang clang clang..."

The strange voice interrupted Maria's thoughts.

She subconsciously stopped and looked towards the source of the voice.

"You...you are not her."