The fingers are too wide and the time is too thin, and they quietly slip away from the fingers without any attachment.

Or, time is like urging/pushing/ah/pushing. You think you can urging for a long time, but in fact you are already soft and old!

Before I knew it, more than half a year passed again.

On this day, in Tataria League, Bouge City, a hotel called "The Revelers".

The Carnival's hotel has two floors. The first floor is in the form of a tavern, and the second floor is where to stay.

In the tavern on the first floor, there were more than a dozen old wooden tables lined up, brightly lit and crowded. The rude man drank inferior ale and boasted about his heroism.

At the end, there is a bar made of good black iron wood. A middle-aged man with a big belly stood there with a smile, fiddling with the wine selling on the bar, while watching the various things in the pub!

The tavern is filled with inferior alcohol and smell of sweat.

From time to time, several prostitutes in exposed clothes were passing through the crowd.

These guys who were on the alcohol took advantage of the alcohol to stretch out their black claws and pinched the butts or chests of these prostitutes, causing the anger or scolding of these prostitutes!

There was also a big man who smiled lewdly and said to a prostitute, "Lucy, I haven't seen you for a few days, why has your butt become soft? I am an excellent blacksmith. Let me help you beat me! Don't be polite to me! I don't charge you money! Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha..." The vulgar man next to him also laughed, and his lewd eyes spiked on the prostitute named Lucy.

This prostitute named Lucy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Faced with these malicious eyes, she was not afraid, but instead held up her drooping ***, and then laughed and scolded, "My poor Kriya, your hammer is too short. My screams are just to encourage you, but you always disappoint. Dear, I didn't want to say it, but, oh, no, you still have an advantage, your speed is much faster than others!"

The other big men were stunned when they heard this, and then they couldn't hold back their lips and laughed.

“Hahahahaha…”

Many people laughed until their stomach aches and held their abdomen, but they still couldn't stop smiling.

The tavern is filled with joyful air.

Only the big man named Clear, whose face turned red, suddenly stood up and cursed at the prostitute of Lucy, "You bitch, come here, kneel in front of your uncle Clear, and lift your butt up, so that you can see the power of Mr. Clear!"

"Suck..." Lucy, a prostitute, shook her head, with a look of disgust and disbelief, and said to Clia in a pitiful tone, "Dear, don't be angry! Don't force yourself!"

As he said that, the prostitute Lucy lifted the clothes on her chest, exposed her breasts to everyone, then put them away, and said, "Dear, are you hard?"

A bunch of big men were swallowing.

Before Clia could answer, Lucy rushed to say, "Dear, don't be sad, I understand you!"

"But don't be afraid! Don't worry that others will laugh at you! Anyway, they have already laughed...hahahaha..."

At the end of the story, Lucy, a prostitute, burst into laughter again.

The voice resonated with other great men, and they laughed and looked at Kriya with a strange look.

Clia was so angry that she wanted to prove herself, and said wildly, "I'm not! Come on, bitch, come here! Let Mr. Clia prove it to you!"

No one paid attention to Kriya at all.

What these people need is a joke, not a truth.

Kriya's face became increasingly ugly. When his mind was about to burst, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a gust of wind blew in, cooling the joyful atmosphere in the tavern.

Everyone in the tavern looked towards the door.

I saw a young man with anger in his eyes and walked in.

The young man was wearing a light yellow dress, with deep eyes and hooked nose, his hands were covered with calluses, and tiny scars.

As soon as I saw him, the whole tavern was quiet, and the fat man at the bar also turned gloomy and his eyes narrowed into a line.

The next second, a scar-faced man stood up and whistled, "Look, it's our generous Gerwitt back! Sir and ladies, I will introduce you to you the handsome man is Gerwitt, who last time invited us to a luxurious meal. He has a magical table! A table that can continuously create delicious food!"

"Let us warmly welcome him! Let's please him!" said the scarfaced man passionately.

"Maybe, he will let us see that magical table again! Let us have a wonderful lunch! This is a treasure that the owner of Booji City is obsessed with!" The scar-faced man's voice turned low!

However, this man named Jerweit ignored the passion of this scarface and calmed his face, like a volcano before the eruption, and walked directly to the fat middle-aged man on the bar.

The scar-faced man was a little confused and looked at Jerweit, who was walking towards the tavern owner in a silence.

The atmosphere in the tavern is a bit weird.

The other big men were whispering, and no one cared about Kriya’s embarrassing incident just now.

"Really? He is the owner of that magical table?"

"Really! Why are you lying to you! Scar Hank will lie to you. Will I lie to you after so many years of friendship?"

“Is there really a table that can continuously produce all kinds of delicacies?”

"Yes! Oh my god! Damn, you reminded me of the delicious food that day again! The roasted meaty chicken is covered with Suvirasi honey and high-quality salt. Take a bite and it tastes sweet... Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"Damn it, stop talking! You said I was hungry... Why didn't I see his table?"

"How do I know? Maybe I'll hide it! Ah, the food that day!"

"It's good... enough! OK, man, don't do this! You killed me! Is it really that good? Man, do you see he will treat us today?"

"have no idea!"

“…”

"Don't blame me! I ask you to come here often! This thing depends on luck!"

“…Wife at home is not allowed…”

"...what is wrong, just go get married?"

“…”

"I deserve it! Ask your wife to introduce me!"

“…”

Ignoring the gossip in the tavern, Jerwitt went straight to the bar, looking at the middle-aged fat man with his eyes like a knife.

The middle-aged obese man was not angry, but instead showed a kind smile on his face and said, "Welcome to our distinguished guest, Mr. Gerwitt, you are taking care of my tavern again!"

"Want to have a delicious glass of wheat wine?" said the fat middle-aged man, and then burst into laughter, "Sorry, I forgot that Mr. Jerweit is a man with a magical food table. How could he like my things?"

The middle-aged fat man seemed to touch the reverse scales of Jerwit. He was like an angry lion and roared, "Galia, don't pretend anymore. Put away your ridiculous disguise. It's like a Fisk monkey imitating human words!"

This can be said to be an insult.

Many big men in the tavern changed their faces and stood up silently.

Gallia, a middle-aged obese man, also suddenly sank, and said coldly, "Jerwitt, I don't care whether you were beaten up or your wife ran away with me! But this is my territory!"

"It's my Gallia's territory!"

"For the last delicious meal, I forgive you for your rudeness, but only once! Put away your temper, I am not your father, and I will not spoil your bad temper! Otherwise, I will make you pay the price!"

"Enough! Gallia! You disgusting guy, you are still pretending to be hypocritical at this time! You stole my desk!" Anger had already made Jerweit lose his mind, and also made him ignore the ill-intentioned men behind him!
Chapter completed!