Chapter 1297

Punk's adventure is at an end, but he spends time and patience in finding libraries in the eyes of half mechanized machines. He doesn't know that, in a small and unfamiliar little face of the multiverse, a decadent young man in a linen robe is sitting in a mess of a poor pub, drinking a cup of Baijiu after drinking a bad wine.

This is modifica plane, a small plane that is still prosperous and quiet. According to ancient legends, this plane was just a desolate half plane floating around the star world at first. It was a legendary mage called "wind lamp of death" who transformed it, brought immigrants from other planes, and experienced a long time of development before it became popular today Modifica in San Francisco.

Of course, the reason why legend is called legend is that it can't be verified. According to legend, the powerful caster who created the plane of modifica never came back after an unknown "travel", and the world which was once ruled by the legendary professional gained real freedom

Perhaps it can be called freedom, at least on the surface, modifica plane has not been visited by new legendary professionals for nearly 200000 years. Here, even the "legend" itself has long been a mysterious legend. Apart from those ancient legends, there are only two kingdoms with a huge population and wars breaking out from time to time Tens of thousands of cities, and the illiterate poor have been repeating the plain and difficult days for generations. Ordinary people can only drink a cup of inferior wine in such a pub occasionally.

There is no elegance and delicacy, let alone the so-called elegance. The stained floor and cracked wooden wine cups are the background tone of this kind of entertainment place for the poor. Although the tavern owners will follow the tradition to invite a bad bard to sing the vulgar songs that people like, the hustle and bustle of the drunkard's loud voice has long been ignored Those bad tunes that went to grandma's house.

Will people with real status come to this place? How is that possible?

It's just like a rich boss can't eat barbecue at a roadside stall. This kind of place with endless quarrels at night will only disgust aristocrats and professionals. Even drunkards tend to avoid it when they don't drink, not to mention those real strong people who spend a lot of money.

At least in the eyes of inna maid ina, the guys she comes into contact with every day will always be a group of drunk drunkards, no matter how many years in the past, and her 17-year-old girl will always be a dusty woman who uses "50 copper coins for one night" as a substitute price in exchange for extra wages to subsidize her family. She and these drunkards and this kind of wine It's really a match.

However, as the saying goes, there are thousands of people and thousands of faces. Everything is different. The drunkards in taverns are also different. Some drunkards are those who feel uncomfortable without beating or being beaten. Some drunkards are those idiots who brag when they are drunk, and some drunkards Well, there is a drunkard, and there are other drunkard alike, because only this one mouthful of Baijiu is drinking, and the man who can't sigh will sit in the most remote corner without quarrel and quiet.

Just like the moonlight at night, lonely and confused.

looks like he sits in the most typical inferior pub, wearing the worst linen and the worst quality Baijiu, but his temperament is misfits with the ordinary alcoholic. This is certainly one of the reasons why no one can chat with him.

It must be admitted that a strange person who is out of tune with the environment can make people curious sometimes. Especially for a young girl, this kind of man who is full of "stories" has a very special mysterious attraction. After all, even if the girl's job is "Fifty coppers a night" Meaning doesn't mean she doesn't have the joys and sorrows of a normal person, does she?

So in such a noisy and chaotic night as usual, Anna, who avoids the seven or eight salty pig hands around, is loyal to summon up the courage and calmly walk towards the mysterious man.

"How about fifty coppers a night? This little brother? I'm the most punctual one in this street.

Gently pulled up the skirt, originally wanted to "normal chat", but showed a white thigh ina is a bit habitual to say her words.

Well, maybe it sounds a little too straightforward. It doesn't need too much cover up in this kind of place. The skin and meat business is also a business, and the business can only be happy if the price is clearly marked. What's more, the young man in linen clothes is very handsome after a close look. If something really happens, ina feels that she won't mind.

Well, yes, "feeling" won't mind. After all, she doesn't have the capital to "choose" whether to mind or not.

“…………”

"Clang clang".

It was the sound of a silver coin on the table.

"Go get another bottle of wine, and leave me alone.".

Like a real drunkard, he yelled impatiently, and the man who drank all the liquor in one gulp seemed to be a little confused.Although his unconsciousness didn't seem to be affected by alcohol

The price of a silver coin is not to be underestimated in this kind of tavern. After all, it's the value of ina's two nights. It's enough to buy ten bottles, not to mention one bottle of inferior wine.

Generally speaking, since she has already received such a generous "tip" from the customers who seem to be in a bad mood, the really old-fashioned tavern maid will naturally follow the orders of the customers to bring drinks instead of trying to avoid unnecessary doubts that may lead to her being beaten.

But young ina is not "old-fashioned". Seeing that the man's extravagance is far beyond the average drunkard, she is more curious about her guests.

In the little maid's cognition, it's impossible for those stupid people who don't leave the wine barrel without spending all their money to get a silver coin. The people who can freely squander silver coins must be A man with a decent family!

But shouldn't such a person work hard day and night to make a living? How can he sit in a pub and sigh while drinking?

AI Na is sure that she has seen this man for five consecutive nights, and each time she drinks, she will use a frightening posture of "try to drink yourself to death". She won't give up until the next morning.

, doings of ghosts and gods, was half driven by curiosity and half sympathy. This time, when she carefully put away the silver coins, she didn't go to the same time as the past to take the baijiu. Instead, she chose to gently say to the decadent man, "

," this... Sir, you have been drinking for five nights in a row. If you go on like this, the human body will collapse. Why don't you go home.

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