American Comics: Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 158: Drunken life and death! (Second update for ten thousand coins)

"I like stories."

Listening to Count Nefara's words, Zhang Yi raised his hand and lifted his hood to the back of his neck, then picked up the wine glass on the bar and took a sip. He was very thirsty along the way.

Focusing his attention on Count Nefera again, Zhang Yi was able to take a good look at the old man who had fallen into such a situation.

Count Nefara is stooped. His body has shrunk a lot as he grows older. The top of his head is bald, leaving only sparse white hair on both sides. His dry, thin face has not been trimmed. A scruffy beard, dotted with some crystal wine.

He was wearing the battle uniform he had worn back then, but because he was too old now, his shrunken figure could no longer hold up the battle uniform. It was as if the clothes were one size too big and the entire suit was baggy. It was draped on his body, full of wrinkles.

"You like stories. That's great. When I tell other people these things, they all laugh at me secretly. I know they look down on me. But they know nothing."

Count Nefara's blurred eyes sobered up a little. He pushed himself up and changed into a more comfortable sitting position. Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Yi. He wanted to see if this person was still interested in the glory of the past. What kind of young people are they?

"Tell me about it, I'm quite interested in it." Zhang Yi responded with a smile.

"It was a glorious battle and I got to know firsthand the guys who call themselves 'heroes'"

As he spoke, Count Nefara muttered something unclear. Then he raised his head and shifted his gaze to the other two figures wearing hoods and hiding themselves under their robes.

". We are strong and ruthless. Those heroes and those arrogant ones."

His cloudy eyes turned slightly, and an inexplicable energy surged up. Looking at one of the figures, Count Nefara felt a sense of familiarity for no reason.

".those those"

Breathing heavily, Count Nefara felt a little dizzy. He shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself more awake.

He closed his eyes hard and then opened them again.

In the haze, he saw a figure with silver hair, a smile on his face, and a mocking gaze looking at him.

The old Count Nefara's stooped body trembled slightly. He kept rubbing his eyes, and then used all his strength to open his eyes wider, trying to see more clearly.

"What are those?" Zhang Yi asked flatly.

"Those. that."

Count Nefara opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything at the moment, because in his sight, he really saw a silver-haired man, who was hiding under the hood.

"It's you? It's you!"

The wine glass shattered and the scarlet wine spilled all over the floor. Count Nefara shouted and stood up. However, because he drank too much, his body failed to stand still and he knocked over the chair he was sitting on.

"What's wrong?" The curtain opened and the bartender quickly ran out of the kitchen.

Count Nefara burped, holding on to the table with one hand and trying his best not to fall down, while using the heel of his other hand to hit his dizzy head. "Lord Earl, you really drank too much."

"I didn't drink too much! No, I drank enough!" Count Nefara retorted loudly. The next moment, his eyes swept across Zhang Yi and the others, and finally stopped at Pietro.

"I know you. I know you! You came to me. After so many years, I thought everyone had forgotten me. God knows, you finally came to me."

"Okay, to be honest, I really want to hear your story." Seeing Count Nefara's appearance, Zhang Yi knew without thinking that Pietro had definitely been exposed.

There is no way, who makes him attract so much hatred in every universe, almost everyone can recognize this guy at a glance.

Now that it has been exposed, there is no need to continue hiding. Anyway, according to the original plan, no one here could get out.

"That's not important. Cough cough. That's not important at all."

Count Nefara's rapid breathing caused him to cough violently, and then he slowly showed a big smile, and his whole person became excited at this moment.

"Hahaha, I know. I know it will happen one day. I have been waiting for 45 years. Every night I will sit in this bar until dawn. I dream and hope that a hero can open that door and now. You are finally here!”

"You'd better calm down, Count. I want to eat something more than what's going on with you right now. To be honest, can't you sit down and have a drink during the last part of your life?" Zhang Yi said flatly. said.

"I told you, I've had enough to drink!"

Count Nefara shouted, and then he stared directly at Pietro with his bloodshot eyes. He now recognized this guy's identity.

He stretched out his hands tremblingly, as if preparing to give Pietro a hug.

"Quicksilver, yes, that's the name, I remember you, I still remember you, you were the young Avenger, you're still young now. That's good. It couldn't be better."

Pietro's expression changed slightly. He turned his head and looked at Carla, both of whom saw what was expressed in the other's eyes. This old man had gone crazy.

"If you want to be free." Zhang Yi spoke slowly. "Then I don't mind sending you on your way now."

"No no no no"

Count Nefara, who was staring closely at Pietro, immediately retorted when he heard Zhang Yi's words. He took two steps back, turned his attention to Zhang Yi, and kept mumbling in his mouth. "I'm not ready, I'm not ready I can't just do this"

The old Count Nefara stood still in a daze. He stood up with all his strength, hoping that his chest would be more straight. At the same time, he also sucked on his beer belly, hoping to make his body stronger at the moment. , more deterrent.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi sighed and drank the wine in the cup again. He quite liked the taste of this wine. It was very strong but did not burn his throat.

Count Nefara was muttering something to himself, while he was hurriedly arranging his battle clothes. He opened and buttoned the buttons over and over again. His movements were very flustered, and sometimes he would make mistakes.

But he seemed to pay great attention to this matter, as if he was about to rush to the most important moment in his life, just like 45 years ago.
(Good night)
(End of this chapter)