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"The environment here is really bad."

"There's nowhere else to go. This is the only place open this late that serves food. Only bars."

Yarrow spread his hands and said.

"At least it's pretty quiet here, isn't it?"

The play ended close to ten o'clock. They originally planned to go home, but Zephyr said she was hungry and wanted a late-night snack.

But no restaurants were open this late, so they had to come to a bar.

However, this bar wasn't the crowded, lively type. It had a quiet atmosphere and elegant decor. A professional bartender was behind the bar, tying a bow tie and shaking glasses. There was also a garden with a small fountain in the courtyard.

They were sitting at a small table by the fountain.

Silver Dragon flipped through the menu and quickly ordered a grilled steak with orange juice and a blueberry pudding.

Yarrow only ordered a spaghetti with meat sauce.

"Speaking of which, we're at a bar. Aren't you going to have a drink or two?" he joked.

"Hmph, human alcohol is like plain water to a dragon. What's the point of drinking it?" Zephyr said indifferently.

"Really?"

"Don't you believe me?" Zephyr raised an eyebrow at him.

"No."

"Alright, this Queen will open your eyes."

The silver dragon's inexplicable competitive spirit was aroused, and she slammed the table.

"Boss! Forget the orange juice! The strongest alcohol you have here! Bring this Queen two barrels!"

"Wait, wait, a couple of sips are enough. We can't drink it if you really bring it," Yarrow said quickly, waving to the approaching waiter:

"Sorry, just two glasses of Sparkling Wine, please."

This wine is considered to have a relatively high alcohol content in this world, but it tastes good and has some bubbles and a sweet and sour taste. Some girls like to drink it.

Soon, the things they ordered were brought up.

Drinking should be paired with peanuts, but unfortunately they didn't have any here. Eating noodles with wine was a bit strange.

Zephyr looked at the light brown wine with its dense foam.

She picked it up and took a small sip.

"How is it?" Yarrow asked.

Zephyr quickly took a big gulp, put down the glass, and had a ring of dense white foam hanging on her delicate upper lip, like a small mustache.

Zephyr smiled and looked very proud:

"Is that it? It's just like drinking sugar water."

"Don't drink too fast. This wine has a strong after-effect," Yarrow said.

"It's just that you have a small alcohol capacity, human," Zephyr snorted.

"Alright."

Yarrow shrugged.

He also took a sip and then started eating the noodles.

Zephyr also ate the steak in big gulps.

A portion of steak was quickly wiped out. After finishing the pudding, Zephyr took another big gulp of Sparkling Wine.

"Hmph, isn't it just a bubbly drink?" she said dismissively, wiping her mouth.

Yarrow smiled helplessly.

He beckoned the waiter and ordered another portion of fried potato strips.

"How long do you have left on your business over there?" Yarrow asked, sipping his wine.

"Three more days," Zephyr said.

"That's soon," Yarrow nodded.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you reveal a little bit to me? What exactly is it about?" he asked.

"Didn't you inquire with that Dream Master?" Zephyr glanced at him.

"You knew?" Yarrow said, shrugging: "However, she didn't tell me, saying she was afraid of your retaliation."

"Hmph, it's good that she's aware," Zephyr said.

She took another big gulp, and soon the glass was empty.

"Boss! Bring this Queen another glass!"

"Hey, one glass is enough. Drinking too much is bad for your health," Yarrow said.

"Don't you believe me?" Zephyr looked at him. "This Queen will just let you see." Zephyr slammed the table, insisting on another glass of wine.

Another glass of Sparkling Wine was brought up. She took a big gulp first and wiped her mouth.

"It's about an event that happened more than three hundred years ago. In the history of the Dragon Clan, it's generally called the 'Revolving Wheel Incident'."

"Revolving Wheel?"

Zephyr nodded and suddenly slapped her head.

"Damn it, this Queen forgot."

She snapped her fingers, and an invisible barrier rose around her.

Although there were only two of them in the small garden, and the others were beyond eavesdropping range, she still cautiously cast another Soundproofing Spell.

Then she began to tell Yarrow:

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"Three hundred years ago, I was only in my twenties. The Dragon King at that time was my brother, Elga."

"The Dragon Clan had a very important festival at that time, called the Day of the Revolving Wheel, once every ten years, to commemorate the Dragon Clan's victory over the Demon Clan in the Third Battle of Beiyuan and the day they regained the Ross Mountains."

"What is the Third Battle of Beiyuan?" Yarrow asked.

Zephyr glared at him irritably: "The Dragon Clan once had three wars with the Demon Clan over the ownership of the Ross Mountains. This is also the fundamental reason for the bad relationship between the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan. I talked about it in class, didn't you listen at all?"

"I have a little impression."

Zephyr snorted and continued:

"In short, the Day of the Revolving Wheel required the High Priest to preside over it. However, half a month before the start of the Day of the Revolving Wheel, the Dragon Clan's High Priest in charge of this sacrificial activity, Doma Lang, died in his own lair."

"There wasn't a single wound on his body, nor were there any traces of curses or poisons. It was like a natural death. However, Doma Lang was only over five hundred years old at the time, equivalent to sixty years old for you humans, and he didn't have any diseases. He shouldn't have died suddenly."

"The Dragon Clan's High Priest died, and Elga quickly issued an order to thoroughly investigate the matter, and at the same time temporarily selected a dragon to serve as the priest."

"However, no matter who was chosen, they would mysteriously die in their lair the next day without any signs."

"A curse?" Yarrow said.

"No, even if Elga gathered the protective magic of the three elders, he couldn't stop the death. If it was a curse, then it must be a completely outlier level," Zephyr said, frowning.

"At that time, a total of four dragons died because of this incident. As soon as they were selected, they would die the next day, even if people were sent to guard them all night. It was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, completely silent when reaping lives."

Zephyr took another sip of wine and sighed.

"In short, Elga was busy with this matter for a long time at that time, but still couldn't find the murderer."

"And from then on, every ten years on the Day of the Revolving Wheel, the High Priest would die because of this, so now this festival has been stopped."

"However, this matter has become a mystery that the Dragon Clan has not yet solved. There are no clues to the truth behind it."

Zephyr squinted slightly and clenched the handle of the glass.

"This matter has affected the Dragon Clan for so long. If it's not investigated clearly, if it worsens in the future . . ."

Now Yarrow understood: "So, the memory you need Eve Mina to steal is to investigate this?"

Zephyr nodded: "Eve Mina took away some of the memories of the victims at that time. If we can enter their memories, we might be able to find something from it."

"This Queen also has a hunch that the final truth will definitely affect the entire Dragon Clan."

"So, what's your progress now?" Yarrow asked.

"This Queen has set up a secret technique that can scan those scenes in the memories and find any anomalies in them. However, scanning takes a lot of time . . ."

At this time, the fried potato strips were brought up. Zephyr picked one up, took a bite, and pointed at Yarrow with the remaining half:

"So, you've thought about it now. This kind of thing might take up the rest of your life."

"I already said it, so I can't back down now, right? That'd be too embarrassing," Yarrow shrugged, chewing on the potato strip.

"Losing face is better than losing your life."

"Then shouldn't you hurry up and kiss me a few more times?" Yarrow leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the silver dragon.

Zephyr rolled her eyes at him and stuffed the half of the potato strip in her hand into his mouth.

"I don't want to talk about this with you, you idiot."

She took a big gulp of wine.

With a bang, she put down the glass. Zephyr's cheeks were slightly red. She blinked, seeming a little dazed.

"I'm a little sleepy," she said.

"I think you're drunk," Yarrow said.