Diablo Destruction

"I say brother Carlos, don't be in such a hurry, drink slowly, there is still a lot of it."

Looking at Carlos who kept pouring wine into his mouth, I was sweating violently in my heart. Although the adventurer's physique is good, there is a limit. I'm really afraid that tomorrow there will be a "tournament champion" died suddenly of drinking last night. It is suspected that he was defeated. "Conspiracy" headlines.

Because these guys are setting up a table in front of my house! What do they think my home is? bar? ! !

No doubt idle adventurers would adapt the gossip version to a realm of horror.

"No...it's okay. I'm still...very conscious..."

Carlos leaned his upper body half on the table, waved his big hand towards me, answered vaguely in his trademark drunken tone, and then continued to pour the wine in the jar...well, on his head.

You can't even find your mouth. This is already a legendary level of drunkenness, right? You're going to get alcohol poisoning. If you drink any more, you're going to spontaneously combust. Don't damage my little tent, you bastard! !

After Angelelle left, Carlos lay on the box and cried bitterly. As he cried, he fainted from exhaustion. They finally dragged him back like a dead dog. After waking up in the evening, he remained silent and started talking. Asking for wine, with his tattered armor and body stained with dried and solidified blood clots, he looked as desolate as possible.

Forget it, let him get drunk for one night. A guy like Carlos should be able to regain his fighting spirit in a few days, I sighed slightly.

"Why...why...Angel...why..." A drunkard trapped in love lay on the table and kept mumbling. It was easy to serve, but the problem was...

"I said, Brother Seattle, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Turning my head to the other side, I looked at Seatik drinking in a bold manner, and I really didn’t know what to say.

"Hahaha - don't mind such a trivial matter. Carlos, this kid, usually doesn't drink. I didn't expect him to be energetic today. Okay, this is a real man. Come on, let's have another drink!!"

The tall and powerful Seattle Ke held a large wine jar half a meter high in one hand. In his hands, the entire jar of wine, which could make three ordinary men drunk, was just like a big ocean bowl.

As he spoke, he pushed the wine jar in his right hand in front of Carlos, and he raised his head and poured down the other jar of wine. He drank nearly half of the jar before stopping. To describe him as a cow's drink, it's really true. Too much respect for cows.

So Carlos is so drunk now, and most of the credit goes to this damn bull who is fanning the flames. Let me tell you, you know that Carlos doesn't drink at all, so don't try your best to drink him. The two of them are completely asymmetrical in terms of alcohol content and capacity. Didn't you notice?

That's all. How you want to seduce Carlos is your own business. Why do you want to drag me to drink with you? You talk about being brothers and men's friendship. Get out of here. I want to go to the show. ah.

Looking at these two grown men, one was drunk and the other was drunk, I almost shed a few male tears.

Today is the end of the martial arts competition. Akara and the others held a party in a unique way. Originally, this was nothing to me who had already developed immune antibodies to the word "party" in the original world.

But as a Rogge singer, my little Willas, amidst the calls of tens of thousands of adventurers, is so warmly received that I can't refuse. It's a big deal to go on stage as the finale of the party.

Moreover, Little Ghost and Sarah originally thought I was pitiful and planned to stay here with me, but in the end they couldn't stand the smell of Carlos and Seattle's liquor, so they all left to watch the party. In the end, they just The three of us grown men were left hanging out together, getting drunk and hurt.

"Come on, come on, Junior Brother Fan, why are you sitting there sighing alone? Wine is a man's romance."

Seattlek, who had finished the whole jar of wine, obviously noticed my lonely figure looking at the stage in the distance where the bonfire was dimming, and immediately handed over the whole jar of wine.

I took it expressionlessly, took a few sips, and then poured the rest into the corner of the inventory. It is too easy for adventurers to cheat on this, but generally speaking, no adventurers would. Just do it.

"Good... good drinker, worthy of being Master Kasha's disciple, come again." The unaware Seattleik roared excitedly.

"Angeliel, why, why..." The corners of Carlos's eyes became moist again, and he yelled incoherently.

"..."

I want to watch Vilas's finale, bastard, please let me go. At this moment, I also burst into tears.

"Look, what are these three grown men doing?"

There was a sudden sound behind me, and before my brain could react, Seatik on the other side happily roared with his loud voice again.

"It's Teacher Kasha, and old man Farah. You guys came just in time." He said this, and took out several jars of wine again, filling the entire table.

"..."

I said Seattle, is all the wine in your inventory... No, should I say that all the wine in your mind is wine?

"Hahaha, it seems that I came at the right time. Is it the 20-year-old Harogas snow wine? Seattle, you have good taste." The old drunkard's nose twitched, showing an intoxicated look.

"Wherever, if you can smell the year and place of production with your nose, Teacher Kasha is really good."

After saying that, the master and the apprentice burst out laughing in unison, leaving me and the miser who came with me so embarrassed that we couldn't say a single word.

"Um?"

After drinking a large jar of wine, the old drunkard seemed to realize Carlos's existence. He glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and then laughed mercilessly.

"Carlos, are you so virtuous? I almost don't recognize you. It's okay. What you do is up to you. But don't say you were taught by me, Kasha, when you go out in the future."

"Old...teacher, I..."

Carlos was tongue-tied, wiped the dry blood and the mixture of wine, tears and snot stuck on his face, and shook his head.

"I'm sorry for you, but you all don't understand. I'm...really..."

Carlos, who was sobbing, said this and poured the wine jar in his hand over his head again, just like taking a shower.

"I really don't understand, and I don't want to understand."

The old drunkard took the wine jar out of Carlos' hands in disgust, preventing him from ruining it any more, and then said coldly.

"However, one thing to correct is that the person you are sorry for is not me, but Mr. Wu. If I had known it would turn out like this, why would I have pity on you, a wretch, and let you waste the championship in vain?"

"Okay, okay, old drunkard, you are a little too harsh."

Seeing Carlos lowering his head and remaining silent, the miser quickly smoothed things over and said, "Everyone has times like this, right? Trust Carlos, let him vent, and he will cheer up in a few days. "

The miser seemed to mean something different and said, causing the old drunkard who was originally planning to say something to mumble a few times, finally sighed and blocked his mouth with large gulps of old wine.

"Oh my god, where have you been? It turns out you are hiding here to drink."

Not long after, another guest arrived. When he looked back, it was Akara and Kane on crutches walking over with smiles.

Now the four elders of Rogge are all gathered together. What, me? Please, I'm just a handyman elder.

"Wu, I said I didn't see you at the venue, but it turns out that Vilas is very popular here. If you don't pay close attention, someone else might snatch it away."

After glancing at me, Akara joked with rare enthusiasm.

"I still have great confidence in Vilas and Soldier Rogge." I blinked and smiled.

If no one knew me or knew that Vilas was my wife before the competition, maybe Vilas would still be in danger of being accosted, but now, I still have some confidence in myself, and those who want to take advantage of Vilas Guys, you have to weigh your own weight. Besides, Vilas is no longer the bar maid in Vitus Village, but a mercenary with strength comparable to a third- or fourth-level job transferee. With Linya, Sarah and Princess Sanwu on one side, this force is not so easy to bully.

In response to my answer, Akara smiled confidently. If I have confidence in myself and Vilas and the others, then Akara is full of confidence in the camp's defense system. In order to cope with this competition, She had put in a lot of effort, and unless more than half of the adventurers rioted, if anything happened, she was confident that she could nip it in the cradle in time.

Then, she looked back at Carlos, still with a kind smile on her face: "Why is our competition champion so drunk? It's not good for others to see."

"It's not for that matter." The old drunkard rolled his eyes at Akara's knowing question.

"Really? That is indeed difficult for Carlos." Akara sighed slightly, and then continued to ask.

"But don't you have any opinions about the last box?"

When she said this, we immediately heard that Angelil seemed to have given Carlos a strange big box before she left. At that time, Carlos had clearly used the wish and had not made such a request. Angelil's behavior It seems very strange.

It's just that everyone was shocked by the tragic parting scene and didn't notice it. Now that Akara said this, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Carlos, where's the box?"

The old drunkard hit Carlos on the head mercilessly with the wooden handle of his spear.

With a "pop" sound, the box was thrown out randomly by Carlos.

"I don't want... any box... I want Angel... Angelil." Carlos didn't even look at the box, drunkenly holding his head and moaning in pain.

"Are you still considered a man when you look like this?"

The old drunkard gritted his teeth and glanced at Carlos, while Akara on the side motioned to the miser to open the box.

"Good guy, such a high-level magic circle is sealed on it. It seems to be something valuable."

In the sight of everyone, the miser walked around the box, and then exclaimed loudly, "Of course, in our opinion, this show-loving old man tried his best to promote the high-level magic seal above, just to open it in front of everyone and show it." His abilities are just outstanding.

After studying for a while, the old man, like a witch doctor of a barbaric tribe, began to mutter some profound murmurs. His fingers, like dead trees, kept gesticulating on it. As he moved, shapes began to appear on the box. A white light formed a magic circle, and the light became brighter and brighter. After a while, the magic circle suddenly buzzed, and stopped like a motor that had lost power.

"hiss--"

After the white light magic circle on the surface disappeared, a gap suddenly appeared on the originally smooth and seamless box, and then opened automatically.

A strong fragrance of roses wafted out from inside, and everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on the open box.

The box was filled with fiery red roses, emitting bursts of intoxicating fragrance. What made us even more intoxicated was the little angel in a white dress, sleeping peacefully, lying in the middle of the sea of ​​roses. A girl about five or six years old, with white young angel wings that look like chick wings on her back.