Black Iron’s Glory

Eighty-third chapter half cup milk tea

Looking at the cheeky Kaffney in front of him, Claude can only helplessly turn to Eriksson's eyes: this is what you said?

Eriksson didn't have a little self-knowledge, but instead he was proud of himself and made a good thing: "Unexpectedly, didn't you think? Well, Kaffney, I brought Claude over, you are responsible for the hospitality." He, let me go there and don't bother you to whisper..."

"Oh..." Claude didn't pull Eriksson, only to see his chic waving sleeves, and without a trace of Claude's resentment disappeared into the crowd outside the tent.

This atmosphere is a bit embarrassing. Rao is a veteran driver who has become an old driver in the past, but this will still feel uncomfortable in front of this girl.

"Cough, cough, hello, Kaffney, I didn't expect to see you here." Klein could only find nothing, but he thought about ways to get out of Eriksson as soon as possible. Give him a meal.

The delicate girl blushed: "I am also very happy to see you here. Oh, yes, what do you want to drink?"

Claude found out that she had a large wooden plate in her hand and wore a maid dress: "You, you are here..."

"This is a temporary booth for the mermaid pub. I am going to work here today to be a temporary maid." The girl was not ashamed of her dress, but introduced her work very generously.

"Oh, that's it." Claude sighed, not specifically going to date with himself, it seems that he is thinking too much. Eriksson should have brought her to come here knowing her situation, just want to let her meet her. After all, this Kaffni is a girl who likes the little Crowder, and Eriksson is very aware of it.

"Then, you introduced, what can you drink here, I am just a little thirsty." Claude felt more natural at once. If so, let's take a break here, save and squeeze in the crowd. Squeezed away.

"Then sit here, the table here is empty." Kevni saw Claude's main drink, and his face showed a smile: "We have honey milk tea, honey tea, and honey." Apple juice, honey cucumber juice, honey assorted fruit tea, honey blueberry juice, honey orange juice..."

"How do you add so much honey?" Claude sat down, asking strangely.

"Because this evening is a welcome night! The boss said that you want to have a sweet night..."

Well, the sweet night is more honey, and Claude is defeated by this simple answer: "Come with honey milk tea."

"Well, ok, five Sunar." Kevlar looked at Claude with a eager eye, waiting for him to pay.

Five Sunar...Claude is speechless. Usually, the price of a cup of honey milk tea in Suunar is five times, and it is sweet enough this night. However, Claude is still very happy to pay the bills, and when he enters the tent, he can only kill him. Who told him to order it.

"Thank you, please wait a moment, honey milk tea will be delivered immediately." Kevni took the money and smiled like a flower, turned and gave Claude's milk tea.

The tent is not small, it is estimated that there are about 30 square meters of area, but the area with half of the counter is used as the console. Then there was a small table of four people on the outside of the counter. This arrangement is really similar to the pub. There are not many people in the tent, and the dozen or so tables are blocked by the counter. It looks like a lot of fun. There are several tables sitting on the table, and Claude is much more deserted. Only he accounts for it. A table.

Not a little while, Kevni came over with honey milk tea.

"The business of yours looks a little bad. So many tables are empty. The tents on the square of the Temple of War are crowded with people. I heard that the ale there is sold at a cheap price..." Claude has nothing to look for. I am still a little mindful about the high-priced milk tea of ​​these five Sunars.

The girl smiled and said: "It won't be. It's mainly early. Many people just have dinner and come over. I won't want to drink anything. After more than an hour, you will know, here is very fast. It will be crowded with people. The price is just right for the young gentlemen to show their bold and affluent family in front of the ladies they just met, and they will sell cheaply instead of many guests coming..."

Claude was a little surprised: "Oh, is this what you came up with?"

"No, it was my sister who said that she is now entertaining the guests there."

"It makes a lot of sense. We are very eye-catching to your two sisters." Claude took a bite of honey milk tea: "Too sweet, Kaffney, how much honey did you add?"

“Is it really sweet?” The girl glared at her eyes: “I added two more spoons of honey to you. If you think it’s too sweet, then drink half of it first. I will fill you with milk tea, so that’s not It will be too sweet."

“Can you refill here?” Crowder asked.

The girl smiled and shook her head: "There is no refill, just a special treat for you. Who told you to be my first guest tonight..."

"That's it, Kaffney, can you give me an empty cup?"

The girl took an empty cup to Claude, and Claude poured a full cup of honey milk tea into a half cup in an empty cup.

"Would you like to fill this half cup with light milk tea?" Claude said.

So the girl filled up the half cup of honey milk tea and then came over: "What should I do with this half cup on the table?"

“I am honored to invite the beautiful and kind Kaffney students to drink this half cup of honey milk tea?” Claude said.

The girl didn't talk, just took a half cup of honey milk tea on the table and took a sip: "Wow, it's really sweet, no, I have to add some milk tea."

Then two people holding a cup of honey milk tea and drinking it slowly and slowly.

“It’s really comfortable to drink a cup of warm milk tea in such a cold weather.” The girl said with her eyes closed: “When I was a child, my father liked to put me on his shoulders and went to the Mother Earth Temple with his mother and sister. The New Year is coming. I remember that my favorite thing is to let my father buy me a cup of milk tea and drink it slowly, but I didn’t expect it to become a milk tea for others to drink when I grew up..."

"Oh... sorry, reminding you of the past." Claude was very embarrassed, and there were always some bad habits that could not be changed. If you haven't crossed yet, at the bar in the evening, if you can remind a girl of the past and listen to her for an hour or two, then fill her with a few glasses of wine, then the night will not be lonely. But now is in a different world, this body is still not a mature adult, please let Kaffini drink that half cup of honey milk tea is just a natural habit of past lives, not a trick to play...

"It's none of your business..." The girl is holding milk tea and her eyes are blurred: "I always think of things when I was young. How wonderful it was at that time. Father, mother, they are all by our side, life is so happy... ...but suddenly one day, Uncle Monroe brought the news of my father’s misfortune, it felt like the sky was falling... The mother was lingering on the sickbed... After more than a year, she also left us. Looking for a father...

My sister held me and told me not to cry, but I just couldn’t stop crying. Later, my sister went to work. I was scared when I was at home. I always hugged my bear toy and hid in the corner and secretly cried... My sister asked me to learn to be strong and said that my character is too weak, so that I will Eat a big loss... So my sister asked me to go to school and said that reading the book would make a lot of sense. In the future, I can live independently, find a good job, and marry a good family..."

"You will do what you want, you are a good girl, sensible, well-behaved, cute, you will be happy in the future..." Kleinde is also desperate, he can only comfort this way. The girl’s confession to you means that I have a crush on you. Kroude doesn't want to talk about love now. His mind is on learning magic. When he becomes a magician, he has to be a man of the same style, to appreciate the beauty and grandeur of this different world he has crossed. He didn't want to stay in this town for the rest of his life. He married his wife and gave birth to a good man...

What's more, his father, Mr. Morsan, has already arranged for him a life path from the army. After more than a year after graduating next year, he will go to the mainland of Nobsia to go to his nominal godfather. Governor of the Ersim area, the name of the viscount. If you are now in love with Kevini, then it will be a more cruel pain for this simple girl.

"Thank you..." The girl looked at Claude with a shy look: "It was really rude, but I don't know why I remembered the childhood when I took a sip of milk tea. I also told you a mess, and made you laugh... ..."

"Nothing, we are classmates, we should help each other." Claude specifically focused on the identity of the classmates, and did not know if the girl could understand.

"Then I passed, there was someone calling me." The girl ran in a hurry, leaving only a half cup of milk tea on the table.

When Claude slowly finished drinking the milk tea in his hand, the number of people in the tent increased. The girl did not make a mistake, this man who came to the moon square this evening is not short of money, especially in the face of the newly-acquainted female companion, they are very generous to pay for the bill, and even what wine is expensive. At the same time, in order to take care of women to show their gentlemanly demeanor, they often call different drinks such as milk tea to let their women accompany them.

A lot of girls began to get busy, and I didn’t know how many times I passed back to Claude’s side, but I could only give him an apologetic look.

Klein was ready to leave, and it was a little embarrassing for a person to occupy a table. Moreover, his milk tea was finished.

But Claude didn't get up. Eriksson came with Verricko. When he saw a cup of milk tea on the table, he asked strangely about Claude. Who is it now?

Claude said that there was no business here, so Kevini had a cup of tea.

"It seems that the progress is good, you have to thank me for bringing you here." Eriksson smiled very proudly.

Claude ignored him and asked Verricko: "What about your sister? Isn't your father letting you follow her?"

"She let me roll away, don't prevent her from finding an object..." Verricko shrugged helplessly and gave Claude an unexpected answer.

Eriksson laughed at the side: "Your father still lets you look at your sister, don't lose her. He doesn't want to think about it. Is that possible? Your sister is more powerful than the mother, how is she? May lose yourself..."

Well, if Verigro’s sister looks from the back, whoever thinks she is a burly man. But she is a woman, and she is very savvy, and she has a good family. Even the father of the first hunter in Bailu Town can manage to obey the post, let alone the Victorian who has not yet reached adulthood. Her father often lamented that if the daughter is a man, then his family is just around the corner...

"Don't laugh at Veronica's sister, what do you want to drink, I treat you." Claude quickly rounded the field, lest Vericro worry. Although this guy is afraid of his sister, he can't stand Eriksson's mocking of his sister.

Eriksson also understood this, he ordered a cup of honey blueberry juice, and Verricko had a cup of honey assorted fruit tea. Crowder’s point is rather weird. He asked for a cup of black tea, and he specifically stated that he would not add anything.

The three men sat there chatting to wait for the moment when the New Year’s bell rang.

"Right, I feel very strange at the Temple of War at night. Why did our Mayor Robert Baron also get out of the door when Sir Fox came? Isn't he a baron? From the title, Sir Fox is not official. Noble..." Claude raised a question of his own.

Eriksson grinned: "The baron title of the mayor of Robert is inherited. His grandfather participated in the civil war and was named a baron by Sterling IX. He can be hereditary for three generations, and he will be finished." To become a mayor is not to rely on talent, but to spend money to buy a relationship, so the heads of those departments in the town do not accept him.

Unlike Fox, he is the only member of the National Assembly in White Hart. The political resources in his hands are not comparable to that of the mayor of Robert, so although he is not a real aristocrat, the mayor of Robert, the declining baron, is not qualified. He is posing in front of him..."

Claude nodded. It turned out that it was no wonder that the father planned the route they had not brought in the mayor of Robert...

Soon after, the New Year’s bell finally sounded, and both the people in the tent and the crowds in the square made a deafening cheer.

Claude has spent a year in this different world that has passed through...