Alice's Dream Club

Seemingly foolish people always have a heart like a mirror, and the goblin is exactly like this. When he learned that the condition of the transaction is to provide a "most cherished thing", it finally quieted down after being a little noisy all the time.

It hugged its head and shrunk itself into a ball.

"The thing I cherish most is the goblin, but I can't replace all the goblins, so I will become a goblin..."

This word is a bit inappropriate. Since the elf did not continue to repeat this title later, Lynch did not remind—what a reminder, he believes that as long as he reminds the topic, it is too easy to go to the next chapter.

The goblin desperately wants to get help from Lynch, or the club, but it can't think of any bargaining chips it has for a while.

The trend towards a complete spherical development is intensifying, and the feeling of grievance is gradually spreading.

As the party providing the deal, Lynch has always been very patient with customers' considerations and entanglements, and he will give enough time for such customers who can't think of a bargaining chip for the goblin to think about it, although this kind of entrustment only needs to learn from Fen Li A "request for support" like I did would be acceptable.

In fact, some trading chips do not need to pay too much. For example, the original trader, he would rather spend the rest of his life in exchange for his wife's awakening, but the price for awakening his wife is only ten years. So basically, the provision of chips can be regarded as the necessary "assessment" of the first transaction. At least Lynch needs to know whether the trader really has the determination to trade.

It's a bit like a trial guard that provides treasures for the protagonist in an RPG game.

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The goblin was still tangled up, but Lynch didn't disturb its thinking, and was sent away from the Shadow Realm by the second king after he signaled to him.

Mu Xinyi and Alice returned to the present world together with him. Alice was responsible for accompanying Lynch, while the eldest lady had to go back to take a bath.

——She didn't realize until now that there was nothing under her towel!

what a shame...

After sending Mu Xinyi away, Fenrir immediately found Lynch.

Without him opening his mouth, Lynch could tell what he wanted to say from his eyes and the movement outside.

"The person who called was a demon hunter, right?"

"Yes," Fenrir was not surprised that Lynch would know this, "but there are only demon hunters, and based on my experience, they probably don't really want to call."

"That's for sure. They're just here for support, and the purpose of the three heirs brought by the fake Ares is the same."

"I see." Fenrir nodded clearly, "The representatives who came have left safely, and we are also evacuating one after another. What are your next arrangements, sir?"

Hearing this, Lynch froze for a moment, and suddenly showed a faint smile.

"Let's find a place to have a drink next?"

A few days ago, he said in person that he would not drink alcohol, but now he extended an invitation to himself. If it were someone else, Fenrir would definitely think it was weird. But it was the person in charge of the club who made the invitation. He thought that it wasn't that there was something weird in it, but that Lynch was "weird".

Anyway, since the moment I saw his real body, this feeling has never disappeared, but it has become more and more aggravated with the deepening of contact.

"Okay." Fenrir responded to Lynch's invitation without hesitation.

So Fenrir regretted it to such an extent that he wanted to slap his own mouth.

He originally thought he was going to have a drink in Lynch's favorite bar, or at the club's bar. Fenrir, who couldn't do without wine, knew quite well what was on the wine rack behind the club's bar. It is absolutely good stuff.

But Fenrir never expected that the two of them would come to a icy and snowy place after the blur in front of them, and the bleak wind could hardly resist even his thick fur.

But Lynch really prepared a box of vodka for him.

After pouring out the wine bottle in the box on the snow, Lynch sat down on the turned-down wine box: "I just bought it when I was passing by Sweden, just let it go?"

"Just do it."

As Lynch said a few days ago, he really doesn't drink alcohol: what he is holding in his hand is a purple clay pot that he took out from nowhere, the size is just right for his hand, and steam is steaming from the spout.

He opened a bottle and took a few sips to warm himself up. Fenrir asked, "Mister brought me here...?"

"I want to confirm one thing with you while watching the movie." Lynch snapped his fingers, and suddenly there was a wave-like ripple not far in front of the two of them. In the middle of the shock, Fenrir saw an The Palace of Grace.

Then he raised his arm, and a bird suddenly struck in the distance.

The speed of the bird's dive was very fast, and the speed of the bird in Fenrir's sight even created a visual dislocation blur.

Just before it was about to hit Lynch's arm, the dive stopped suddenly, and the figure of the bird lightly landing on the arm was suddenly clear.

"..." After thinking about it, Fenrir praised against his will, "Your eagle is very special."

"Dear Your Excellency Fenrir, please stop insulting me, otherwise I will retaliate verbally."

Fenrir: "..."

The reason why the raven is more special is purely because Fenrir saw its bald buttocks, and the other parts are quite messy. If there is no head to prove it, he might think that this is a bird's nest from somewhere...

"What about you?" Lynch was also surprised by Raven's situation.

Hearing this, the raven turned his head respectfully and bowed: "Master, I had a fight with the guardian falcon of Iceland just now, and I didn't lose. It has more bald hair."

Lynch: "..."

Fenrir: "..."

In fact, it’s not bad, but the bald hair proves that the guardian falcon in Iceland is strong enough to be crushed by the raven. If it is really evenly matched, the raven needs to pluck its own hair. After all, the bald head without shirt is three times stronger.

He took out a handful of corn kernels from his pocket and put them on his lap for the raven to eat by himself, then Lynch continued to say to Fenrir: "Your name is Fenrir, right? How much do you know about things around you?"

After Lynch's words came out, Fenrir fell silent.

After a while, he sighed: "I only know that in my long life, I have only appeared as Fenrir who conforms to the setting of the giant wolf in Norse mythology. As for whether I am the wolf that killed Odin or not?" , I'm not sure."

"What do you say? You lost your memory too?"

"No," Fenrir shook his head, "My memories of being in human and werewolf form tell me that I must have never bitten Odin, let alone killed him. I wouldn't hesitate to bite the most ordinary human— too dirty."

Lynch: "..." How can this werewolf have the same problem with vampires!

"Then there is my atavistic form. Atavism is a complete beast. In this form, I have no memory at all, and I don't even have reason. And..."

After a pause, Fenrir drank the vodka in the bottle.

While opening a new bottle, he continued: "The Norse gods completely disappeared after Ragnarok. Their situation is more mysterious and unknown than the disappearance of the Greek and Egyptian gods. The latter two at least have survivors. , but the former...maybe only me, the suspected guy, still exists."

This statement made Lynch curl his lips.

He threw a backpack to Fenrir, then got up and moved his stiff body.

"Pack up your wine, let's go in and meet your old acquaintances."

"...Old acquaintance?"

Lynch smiled and nodded: "You may not believe it, but the fake Ares was recognized by your family's Qi Kexiu and is so similar to the Valkyrie you recorded."

Hearing this, Fenrir's movement of filling the wine suddenly froze.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, exuding an aura of retreat, and the whole person completely lost the momentum of the origin of the clan, and there were only two words written on his face: II.

Yes, his cowardly appearance now has the demeanor of a second generation.

"If it's really Valkyrie, I won't go..."

"Why?"

Fenrir sniffed: "As we all know, Valkyrie is Odin's direct special operations team, one in a million, and there is no one who is not absolutely loyal to Odin. I am a suspected target of killing Odin. If she goes there, she will be beaten into a dog at worst..."

Lynch squinted at Fenrir: "Do you know that you've become a dog now?"

"The dog is a dog," Fenrir said straight away, "As long as Valkyrie is ready to explore, the next action will definitely be organized, and there will be wild hunting in this kind of dispatch, whether it is against the world or For me, 'Valkyrie and Wild Hunt' isn't a good thing, I just want to be a good werewolf right now..."

From Fenrir's point of view, there is nothing wrong with his choice.

But Lynch invited Fenrir to drink just to confirm the identities of the two parties. It's fine if he rejected the invitation just now, and there is absolutely no way to retreat now.

Holding the teapot, he continued to squint: "Do you think you still have a choice?"

Sighing, Fenrir completely gave up struggling.

"Always try..."

After catching up with Lynch, Fenrir began to pour wine into his belly, fully carrying out his cowardly behavior.

After passing through the barrier used for concealment and isolation, Lynch looked at the palace in the distance, and the emotion generated by touching the scene became more and more subtle.