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Mir opened his eyes blankly, staring blankly at the wine in his hand. He was already a little drunk, and the strong aroma of the wine impacted his last remaining rationality. Everything that happened in the past few days was slowly replayed in his mind, and he began to He regretted joining the Falcon. If he hadn't been greedy for the opportunity to get along with Slade day and night, he could at least maintain the alienated and polite relationship with Slade on the letter paper. He began to be afraid. He didn't know if he would be able to survive after leaving the mercenary team There is a chance to see Slade again.

Dora was sitting opposite Mir, and she looked at him with some concern. She could vaguely guess what happened, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

The waiter in the tavern served them wine again. In the noble tavern in Manslan, he knew almost all the nobles or guys who were related to the nobles in the royal city. I don't know why Mir didn't put on the armor of the knight order, but he wisely kept silent, just serving him more wine time after time according to Mir's request.

Dora finally couldn't help but speak, and she asked Mir cautiously, "Did something happen between you and Slade?"

Mir's hand trembled slightly, some of the wine in the wine glass poured out, and spilled on the tablecloth, leaving traces of different shades. His face was pale, and he looked at Dora in astonishment, as if he had heard something extremely terrible.

How could she know.

Dora had no choice but to explain to him in a low voice: "Your eyes always rest on him... like a puppy that is about to be abandoned."

Mir's face flushed instantly, he didn't know that he was so obvious, he was so embarrassed, he wanted to bury his head under the table.

Dora wanted to comfort him: "You have to understand that Slade has always been a very principled person. If he really hated you, he would never leave you in the Falcon again."

Perhaps, Mill thought, Slade hadn't found himself admiring him at all.But if it's true what Dora said, then... after the relationship he had with Slade, Slade shouldn't keep him in the Falcon anymore.

He was lucky, and Slade shouldn't hate him, but he couldn't help thinking about some things that made him dejected. He asked Dora, "Do you know Margaret?"

Dora frowned: "Who is that?"

Mill became depressed again, and Dora didn't know Margaret. Slade hid her so well, didn't she really hide some secret in private deliberately?He looked at Dora's puzzled eyes, and said with great difficulty, "That should be his lover."

His heart ached and he didn't want to speak anymore. Dora was dumbfounded, and she didn't know how to comfort him. The waiter was serving wine one after another. Mir was already drunk and unconscious, and Dora couldn't persuade him. , They sat for a while, the sky outside the window gradually turned dark, and they spent almost a whole day in the tavern.Dora also became more and more anxious. She was worried about how to bring the drunk Mir back to the mercenary guild later, and she didn't know how to explain it to Slade - Slade didn't like their drinking very much. .

Suddenly a hand stretched down from above and grabbed Mir by the back of the collar. Dora was startled, looked up and saw a man in knight armor dragging Mir up from the table , he had a weird and distorted look on his face, and he called Mir's name in a strange tone: "Kaler, Mirkaler, do you still dare to come here?"

Dora thought he was Mill's old partner, and it was just a joke, but the man's tone made her think something was wrong.She cautiously reached for the staff on the table. Although she was a healer, she knew some offensive magic, but before her fingertips touched the table, someone behind her suddenly restrained her with an elbow. neck, knocking the back of her head against the back of the chair.

Dora hit Venus everywhere, and the severe pain from the collision made her cry out, the man behind her quickly covered her mouth, and she opened her eyes wide, only to realize that they were surrounded by three or five knights .

Mir was quite drunk. He obviously didn't understand what happened. He stared blankly at the man in front of him, and the latter punched him on the bridge of the nose. Years of training made Mir subconsciously avoid him immediately. He turned around and broke free from the man's hand, but his movements were slow due to alcohol, and the side of his face was rubbed with bloodstains by the chain armor gloves. The pain finally made him sober, he took a few steps back, and bowed his back in alarm, He stared fiercely at the person in front of him, extremely angry, like a wild cat with its hair blown.

"Brown," he hissed through gritted teeth, "what else do you want."

The tavern owner didn't know why, but he came out at the right time, trying to persuade them to take a step back and resolve the dispute peacefully.

"Captain Brown," he said, "this is my tavern..."

Brown pushed him away.

"This is an internal matter of the Knight Order." He said gruffly, "Do you want to have trouble with the Commander?"

The tavern owner kept his mouth shut, and all the other customers and servants pushed away. A knight supported Dora, dragged her to Mir, laughed loudly and asked him vulgarly, who is this beautiful lady.

Mir drank too much wine, his eyes were heavy, and his footsteps were not very steady. He couldn't dodge a few times, and got punched by Brown first in the abdomen. Brown was wearing a knight's chain mail gloves, as if he had been hardened by an iron block. After the hit, Mir's eyes turned black, and a suffocating sense of vomiting surged up. Brown twisted his wrist behind him, pinched him on the table with one hand on his neck, and said viciously: "You have the ability to report I should have thought that this day would come."

The knight beside him suddenly raised his voice: "Captain Brown has caught the slave trader."

Mir wanted to break free from Brown's hand, but the feeling of vomiting still persisted. Brown strangled him tightly, and he was almost suffocated. His hands were weak and dizzy, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a white mist that was as far away as it was near. , and something faintly shone in the mist with a distant and quiet light—it was the pendant given to him by Slade. But it was like a dark blue swaying flame, as if inspired, the blue light became more intense, Mir looked at it blankly, and realized that it should be a Sorcerer's Stone with his already sluggish thinking.

The knights looked at the pendant on the ground. Brown impatiently kicked the pendant away, and the pendant slipped into the bottom of the table beside him. He turned his head, still holding Mir's hand.

"How should I deal with the slave trader?" Brown said in a strange tone, "According to the law, one of his hands should be cut off first."

In the middle of Brown's words, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He didn't understand, so he turned his head, and suddenly he was punched hard on the face. It seemed that warm liquid flowed from his nasal cavity, and he quickly returned. It was the second blow, this punch hit him hard on the edge of the eye socket, and his lower back hit the edge of the table, almost piercing pain, he couldn't help letting go, the man restrained him, threatening in a low voice.

"Stay away from him."

Mill finally turned around from the suffocation, he gasped for breath, his eyes gradually became clear, he turned his head while clutching his aching neck, and saw Slade restraining Brown, furious, Mill stared blankly, he had never seen Seeing Slade's angry and sharp look... No, why did Slade appear here.

The knights came back to their senses one after another, one still strangled Dora's neck, and the others drew their swords and slashed. Although Slade quickly moved away, the robe on his body was still cut by the sword blade. He looked at Dora with a frown. The back of his hand was red and aching because of the two punches just now, and the rationality covered by anger finally regained the initiative of his thinking and body—he is a mage, why did he use such a vulgar way to communicate with these people? guys arguing.

The sharp blade slashed at him, Mir yelled in panic, as if he wanted to block the sword for him, Slade's eyes darkened slightly, the sword suddenly turned and flew out of the knight's hand, nailed to the tavern On the wooden wall, the rest of the people looked at each other, and then heard Slade snap out a spell with a strange tone.

Countless thick and knotted vines seemed to emerge out of thin air, tightly entwining the hands and feet of several people. They turned out to be knights, so they naturally had a way to deal with mages. The head fell to the ground again, and the person who strangled Dora's neck also let go, excruciating pain.Mir stared blankly at all this, and couldn't get around for a moment, did Slade use black magic, would the court hang him... His mind was in a mess, thinking wildly, Slade turned around , grabbed his hand and pulled him to his side.

"Why are you here?"

He asked sharply, Miller was frightened, and he didn't know how to answer Slade's question. Slade didn't like them indulging in fine wine, but he couldn't tell him...he came here because of him this place.

Slade sighed, and he turned to look at Dora's injuries. Dora was just strangled and not seriously injured. She rubbed her neck and talked to Slade in a low voice, the current situation , they should leave immediately.