Chapter 243

Late at night in Dongbao, a man in strange clothes broke into the pub.

Wearing a smelly brown bear skin, the bear's head is twisted and deformed on the left shoulder, and its lower body is surrounded by a long, unreasonably cut walrus skin skirt, emitting the smell of the sea. Under the skin of the brown bear is a black robe with a hood, and a circle of white bear skin is sewn on the two sleeves. The long one almost drops to the ground.

The whole person's image has gone out of the weird and into the horrible non mainstream barbaric heavy metal romantic style - in short, it's just like watching an inexplicable high-end clothing customization show. If he doesn't stink, maybe someone will appreciate it.

This stink, which had been suppressed by the cold wind, was suddenly diffused in the warm room, which made people want to vomit.

Lu Zhengkang, who has a terrifying taste in clothes, holds a heavy wooden barrel and goes straight to the counter, leaving wet footprints behind him.

The boss thought he was a hunter who came to sell wild catch, but as soon as he spoke, he realized that he was an acquaintance.

The troll's "magnetic" voice is very recognizable.

"Open a room." Lu Zhengkang put down his barrel and swung his sleeve to the counter like a dead fish. After the dirty white bear skin left the greasy table, a row of eight silver coins had been neatly folded.

The boss nodded and said that the last time the troll brought the child, he had not finished the bottle of honey wine. He hid it in the wine cellar. If you want to drink it, you can get it.

Lu Zhengkang hesitated for a moment, nodded, and ordered two bottles of the same honey wine, which cost ten silver coins.

He is slow in counting money and straightforward in paying. He is a guest appreciated by the boss.

It's still early. The tavern provides free soup, but it takes eight coppers to sell one piece of bread. It's very strong. The troll eats three pieces of bread and drinks soup in his room.

The cellar is in the basement behind the counter. The two and a half bottles of honey wine that Lu Zhengkang asked for arrived together. The dark green and bubbly inferior glass wine bottles were stained with ash. Some of them were wood ash that had been heated by the fire pool just now. The troll wiped them carefully with his cuffs. The lined pocket in his arms was rolled and ironed like three small irons. Lu Zhengkang went out.

Holding the bucket, the bucket is full of gold coins. By the way, I have to ask the boy to buy the frost spell. The pure land will soon be stable, and the time may be about to flow. I don't know, but I have a premonition.

When he arrived at the stone bridge vault platform, falauda was not at work and was empty, which made it convenient for him to go directly to the front of the college.

Originally, it was agreed to meet in the field of Dongbao. Now after experiencing that drowning event, Lu Zhengkang was not at ease and asked Jonas to venture across the stone bridge.

The troll is vigorous and vigorous. Although he holds a heavy bucket, he still has the style of crossing the water in Dengping. He steps on the stone column barefoot. Between the ups and downs, he comes to the hollow black iron gate under the high wall of the college.

The wind and snow are still blowing. Apart from the door, it's warm as spring inside and cold as frost outside. Lu Zhengkang squats on the armrest like a stone ghost, but this posture makes him feel comfortable.

Thinking of seeing the little boy later, the troll quickly got down from the railing of other people's college, stood silently, turned and looked at the endless waves of the sea of the dead.

The dense and chaotic color world, stripped of the usual color, gives people an unreal feeling. The sea level is covered by fog, and the skyline is covered by clouds. In addition to the strong suffocation, it is impossible to taste a little bit of good-natured poetry from afar.

Half an hour later, the door opened, and faluoda came out yawning. Seeing Lu Zhengkang's back, he was surprised, "who are you?"

"It's me." Lu Zhengkang turned to say hello and raised his sleeve.

"Oh, I remember you. Your child is excellent and impressive. Many mages like you just a week ago. You came to see him, didn't you? That's pretty good. Children of this age need the comfort of their families.... "

The Dark Elf Mage kept on talking, while Lu Zhengkang hesitated for a moment. He didn't entrust faluda with the 900 antique gold coins in the barrel. He still planned to see Jonas and let him decide the cost of the money on his own.

Although we believe in other people's quality, it's troublesome after all.

After chatting with him for a few more words, farauda went to his post. He rubbed the fireball carelessly in his hand, but his step was very steady.

Look, what is Faye's style! I can't see that in the game, these people in Dongbao college are AI retarded weak chicken boxers who only know how to set fire.

Troll for a time on the dark elves tall and thin figure awe.

Then he continued to look around at the scenery.

The wine in his arms is really cold if he doesn't drink it any more. Out of a sense of frugality, Lu Zhengkang drank the half bottle of wine in one gulp, exhaled a comfortable breath, and then threw the empty bottle into the current without any public conscience.

Looking down at the tumbling bottle, it quickly became smaller, just like some kind of screaming dying animal. It was noisy and frightening. At last, it naturally disappeared in the wind and shimmer, even drowning the sound of falling into the water. Lu Zhengkang watched this scene, but he remembered the feeling of his legs breaking at the moment of entering the water - conditioned reflex made his right toenail itch, and he quietly used the other one I scratched my foot.The door opened again. Lu Zhengkang looked back and saw a pile of books coming out.

Jonas carefully carried the high stack of books, his face was blocked, and he pulled a small wooden carriage behind him.

A person came out, it seems that he is going to take the risk of carrying books to Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang stood by the door. The boy put his head up and walked to the platform. He put down the book and pulled the wooden carriage over. Then he put the book on the wooden carriage and tied it up with a rope. He looked orderly and diligent.

Looking at his excited and nervous little movements, Lu Zhengkang kept shaking his head and couldn't help laughing.

"Who?! Oh, it's you! Why are you here? "

Xiaozi was excited and rushed to Lu Zhengkang's arms. Before the troll had time to push him away, he saw that the wooden carriage was about to slide down the bridge.

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How can this work!

Lu Zhengkang picked up Jonas and took two steps to hook the endangered intellectuals with his feet.

And then it failed.

Then the wooden carriage with the book began speed skating.

"Alas."

With a sigh, Lu Zhengkang took hold of the barrel, then jumped up abruptly, tossed his hand in the air, threw his son on the wooden carriage, and called out "hold tight!" Then he stepped on the handrail and dived at a high speed. He reached every corner and turned the board. In Jonas's happy cry, he rushed all the way over the vault. The wind and snow covered falauda's face.

Safe landing.

"Don't do such a dangerous thing next time." The troll smiles, "come on, get something to eat."

Brayton boy's face is full of healthy blush, a few days no white fat a little, "Sir, you stink."

"Yes."

"No washing?"

"Clothes stink."

"Why not buy one?"

"It didn't fit."

"So it is."

"What would you like to eat?"

"Soup, steak."

"Good."

Soup, steak.