Dawn of the Grey Tower

, the fastest update of Dawn of the Grey Tower! Cheese and Rogro were more fortunate than Russell. At least Gray Robe didn't see the leader of the drowned in a cold cell, in a state as powerless as a lamb.

Perhaps the leader should not be used, because Rogro is really not like a leader. He sits there and feels like a vulture, a vulture flying in the air, quietly overlooking the ground, looking for dead bodies.

Even so, when his eyes saw Cheese, he still showed a strange look. Others didn't know, but he must know what this gray robe did a day ago. He went head-to-head against an old one, and is here alive.

"I have to admit that even with twice as many reconstructive surgeries, I wouldn't be able to achieve what you have achieved. If I'm not mistaken, you should probably be called Hero now."

It's hard to see what he's really trying to say from that scarred face, not even from his voice. Listening to Rogro's words, he should have also undergone body modification surgery, and he was still made to look like this even after undergoing the surgery, which makes people feel powerless to imagine what kind of torture he suffered.

Rao is a cheese, and he can't be sure that he can still serve as the leader of an organization when he is disabled to this extent, and his work is not leaking.

"In my understanding, a hero is a title for those who do things beyond ordinary people in the body of ordinary people. I, you, and all the mages in this city, we do not fit in this sense. Hero. Fighting the dragon with a staff that can move mountains and reclaiming the sea, and rushing to the beast with a pitchfork for the sake of my family, I would rather give the latter that title." Cheese said, sitting down to Luo On the chair opposite Gro, his ribs throbbed as he sat down.

"Are you injured? Ribs? Don't be surprised, one of the benefits of my appearance is that I know exactly how people react when they are in pain. Because I have basically experienced it, and it is repeated, carefully chewing I've been through those pains. You see, pain is my friend, the kind of friend who can't be chased away or scolded. It's so close to me, and I just don't feel blessed to suffer."

"We've all messed with ghosts more or less. They haunt us in various ways. I'm afraid that only death can let them go." Cheese replied softly, there are also many things in him that can't be escaped.

"That's right! Mr. Russell, shouldn't you do something about this? Wine! How long are you going to keep my gong-like voice waiting, boy? I need something fermented from the grapes. Moisten your throat. Do you know where they are? In the wine cabinet on your right, I want the bottle in the upper right corner and three more glasses." Rogro said exaggeratedly, but it didn't make people feel affectation.

"You have the talent to act in plays." Cheese continued, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or admiration, he didn't hate acting, and acting was sometimes a part of spellcasting.

"Haha, drama, haha, have you ever seen a real lame play a lame person on the stage? They even try to make the monster's costume as beautiful as possible, because it is a drama, it is beautified, and even the ugliness must be beautified. Compromise. So if I say, let me just be like this, at least I can be ugly, I can use this face to intimidate people, look at their twisted expressions, it's real. It's always been real."

Russell brought wine and glasses to a laugh more terrifying than the howl of an owl. One of the benefits of magic is that mages can easily remove the cork from the bottle without tools, and then plug it back in again with equal ease.

The dark brown liquor flows into the silver-plated glass, the slightly wobbly waves exuding an unpleasant brilliance. This bottle of wine is the kind of cheese that one would never order in a tavern. In terms of the School of Life, there is no trace of vitality left in this wine, so it will never taste good. But when the two mages clink their glasses symbolically, Cheese realizes that he may have made a mistake.

"Does this bottle have a name?" Gray Pao was not good at tasting wine. In the Northland, he drank more ale and mead. Only in the warm south would grapes grow. Therefore, Cangshi's wine can only be imported, and the imported countries are only slightly better than their environment, barely able to grow grapes, even so, those low-quality wines are also noble drinks.

In contrast, the glass of wine in his hand is a fine wine that will make those northern nobles bite off their tongues, and its taste can no longer be described by wine.

"Time. You don't feel any anger in it, do you? Those sunshine, fruity aromas, they are not in this glass. There is only time in this wine, time takes everything, and time brews everything. It is said that in the Hometown, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com This kind of wine will be used for burial, because they believe that when the dead are resurrected from the mausoleum, these wine will only be more mellow. So this bottle we drink, hehe, is the burial in a certain mausoleum Taste."

"Cough!" Russell took a sip of the wine from the glass with anticipation after hearing Cheese's comments. Although the City of Ten Thousand Laws has excellent water purification technology, a small amount of drinking has always been the habit of the mages here.

The more you drink, the more you can tell the quality of the wine. As a result, his sip of wine reached the tip of his tongue, and was frightened by Rogro's words and almost spit it out of his nose.

"Should the funerary goods not be so rich in moisture, is it diluted after processing?" Cheese continued drinking and asked with a look of complete indifference.

Gray Pao has eaten a lot of strange things in recent years. You must know that he lives in the city of the rat people. Although he is reluctant to admit it, the diet structure of the rat people is indeed developing in a direction that deviates from humans. And cheese is often eaten with some weird things.

"That's right. Time will condense into a bunch of sticky things, and how to turn it back into wine is a very complicated process. Just like restoration magic, speaking of which, our school does have a specialization in ancient times. The research institute for spell restoration. If there were no accidents, I should have been a member of that research institute, holding a pile of ancient books every day. But at least I am healthy."

"We all face choices, and unfortunately, most of them are made before we realize it. So I've always thought it was a blessing to see the choices."

"Hey, yes. Then today will be lucky for you, because we have a lot of choices to make."

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Sorry for the late update, I forgot that I didn't update today. . .