Arad's crooked savior

With the intention of having a nice meal without having to pay for it herself, Paris closed the door and went to have a happy event.

According to Ye Lin's nagging words, Paris is bad at everything, and can almost be said to have done all kinds of evil. She is just too kind to the juniors who work with her, so naturally she can't keep any money in her pocket.

She is a child who grew up in a slum, and she may always belong to the backstreets of the slums in the future. It has nothing to do with whether she has money or not, it is purely her sense of responsibility.

There are few lights in the slums at night and it is often pitch black. After all, no matter how much resources you have, you still have to spend money.

Queen Skadi once proposed to install magic street lights in the slums, but Bellemare had too many things to deal with, and the slums' share was accidentally left behind.

Now that the sun is setting in the west, there are just signs of dusk in the sky, and the main street is full of lights and feasting, and the light shines on people's faces, so gorgeous that it almost blinds the eyes.

It only took less than half an hour to travel, but it felt like walking from hell to heaven. The huge difference between the slums and urban areas made people sigh.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I was a kid, I was digging through trash cans and fighting wild dogs for food. I thought..."

Since Paris was now looking at a beautifully decorated restaurant, Obeis subconsciously asked: "You have money, how about going to a restaurant for a meal?"

"No, I just thought it would be great if I could dig through the trash cans of these big restaurants. There should be a lot of fresh leftovers, including leftovers with meat."

She laughed at herself. She wanted to have a full stomach when she was a child, and she developed the skills of a street fighter for this purpose. She didn't understand any lofty ideals. Until now, she can't recognize all the words.

The last birthday card she wrote to Aska took so much effort that she almost pulled out her hair.

"That marshmallow is so white~" After walking for a few minutes, Paris suddenly stopped and muttered.

On their way to the Moonlight Tavern, at the corner of an intersection, there was a marshmallow vendor selling marshmallows. He stood up a marshmallow as white as snow. It must be so sweet that it melted in your mouth.

Paris rarely eats this kind of food. In her opinion, the money spent on candy can buy two more steamed buns.

"That marshmallow is so white~"

The tone was deliberately tactful, with a strong hint. Paris also dug into the pockets of her tight jeans and told Ye Lin that she had no money and was a complete pauper.

…

As happy as a child getting a beloved toy, Paris sipped the marshmallow with satisfaction, and Obes also had a share.

"By the way, is there any way to make money recently? I'm short of money. Are there any evil nobles?" Paris looked expectant, as if she wanted to work to support the family.

"I am the evil noble. If you want to defeat me, just come to my manor, my bedroom..."

"Go away, I know you are greedy for my body. Seriously, I want to make some money, so don't find any excuse to give it to me. I won't accept your support."

Paris didn't feel any embarrassment or embarrassment at all. She spoke out and said whatever she wanted, which made the pure-minded Oubeis blushing slightly.

"Let me think about it, there seems to be a fashion exhibition in two days. I guess the venue should be quite busy."

"Huh? I'm naturally beautiful and have a great figure. I'm more than capable of being a model. Can you find me a job as a model wearing mink fur?"

"If you can't be a model, you can take your little brother to do odd jobs." Ye Lin shook his head and expressed his rejection.

"What? My appearance is not good enough? Am I not big enough, or am I not curvy enough? Or is it now fashionable to have a poor figure?"

Obeis, who was eating marshmallows, was instantly wounded internally. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The candy in his hand suddenly stopped being sweet.

Ye Lin also paused slightly in his footsteps. He looked sideways at Paris, who was not feeling very happy. His eyes were serious and full of affection. He gently held a beautiful cheek. His palms became red and swollen before he made any other movements. pain.

"Well, you are poisonous. Who would dare to ask for the clothes you wore except me?"

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Moonlight Tavern

The thick curtains that can block the outside chill also block most of the light. Taverns are generally closed or semi-open during the day, and lights are on at night.

The landlady and Aganzuo are also old friends. They had friendship with each other more than ten years ago, not long after Aganzuo and Luxi met.

There was another memorable wedding photo on the photo wall of the tavern. The proprietress sipped the goblet and announced that everyone would be treated to a free beer.

A drunken swordsman, in the past few years, Forrest Gump frequently appeared here to get drunk, and occasionally used two tricks to compete with others, and he also made a group of drinking friends.

There was an endless stream of people coming to toast, adding a lively atmosphere to this last banquet and making it very popular.

"Ye Lin, thank you... thank you... I respect you..."

After barely drinking half of a glass of wine, Forrest Gump's body limply slid under the table, his face flushed, and he fell asleep mumbling.

Ye Lin, who was slightly stunned, still smiled and raised his glass gently, drank the wine in one gulp, and he received his message.

"Hey, is this all he does?"

"Generally, after being a drunkard for several years, this is just the way it is and there is no progress."

Xilan and Buwanga clinked their bowls with each other, smiled disdainfully at the man lying on the ground, and drank heavily.

One of them is addicted to alcohol and tries every means to steal alcohol without telling his apprentice Nuo Yu. The other is the special cold climate of the Bantu tribe. Every Bantu man has a lot!

No matter how powerful the four sword masters are, in terms of drinking capacity alone, they are the best.

"His level is at the bottom among our Bantu tribe. If I pick up any young man, I can drink him and knock him under the table."

When ~

Touching the bowl again, Xi Lan nodded in agreement and threw two salt peanuts into his mouth. He was so lazy that he had the thought of not going back to Xu Zu. He could drink freely here and Nuo Yu couldn't chatter about it.

How about following Bwanga to the Snowy Land of Stone as a guest?

Not good either, he couldn't stand the taste of kumiss.

"I've long heard that the wine at the Moonlight Tavern is the best in Hutton Mar, and it's truly worthy of its reputation." Bwonga was actually quite drunk, and he was making random plans to pull a few carts back when he went back.

Completely regardless of how much stock the boss lady still has in her wine cellar.

"Speaking of fine wine, I remembered that Yu'er also had a jar of top-grade red wine. I don't know where it was hidden. I dug all the trees around the dojo and couldn't find it."

After struggling to find it, Xi Lan was a little scratching his head. After his illusions about the "water of life" wine were shattered, what he was most greedy for now was the only jar of Nuo Yu's daughter's red.

Although the apprentice has a sweetheart, there is still no sign of the jar of wine being taken out, which keeps whetting his appetite.

…………

The landlady made herself a glass of wine that suited her taste, shook it gracefully and pursed her lips with a smile:

"The last time I saw him drunk and unconscious, he was crying with a name. Now in the blink of an eye, he is drunk again, but it was wedding wine."

Luxi had already helped the drunk man with Gu Yu's help and dragged him to the guest room with a look of helplessness. Judging from his level of drunkenness, he couldn't even think of driving to Su'nan tomorrow.

But that's it for once, let it be.

Next time there is such a lively scene, I will probably have to think about when to have a child.

Sothea, who was quite enjoying the atmosphere, suddenly changed the topic, "I heard that you were cursed by someone? Is it important?"

"It doesn't matter. With just a word of concern from the landlady, my curse will be almost gone."

His eyebrows were shining, and he rolled his eyes without asking for details. Since he was still in the mood to come over to eat and drink, and Celia and the others looked relaxed and not worried, it should be nothing serious.

The new wine she had just mixed at random tasted surprisingly good. After drinking half of it, she pushed it to him and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "From now on, please be more thoughtful."

…

As time slowly passed and night fell, the cold wind began to howl in the streets, and the extremely lively wedding banquet finally came to an end.

Although drinking alcohol in winter will keep your body warm, alcoholics also know that if you go out drunk and lie down wherever you go in this horrible weather, you will really be lying there for the rest of your life.

Winter is no better than summer. In summer, if you lie down drunk all night, you will be covered in mosquito bites the next day. Only those with a weak constitution will catch a cold or fever.

The two sword masters who had originally loudly mocked Aganzuo as a loser, Xi Lan had already rolled under the table, holding on to the table legs and refusing to let go, shouting that this was his sword.

The bulky Bwanga was lifted up by two Bantu warriors, his legs and calves were shaking, and he was dragged to the guest room. He was sweating from the exhaustion of the distance of dozens of meters.

Except for Celia and their private room, which was relatively clean, the rest of the dishes were basically in a mess. Chosaburo, who was cleaning up the rest, had his mouth twitching and wanted to give up.