Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

Picking up the wine glass and shaking it, listening to the sound of the crisp ice cubes colliding with the surface of the glass, the man poured a little melted ice ball into his mouth.

The chewing sound was extremely loud, and the face under the cloak was extremely complicated looking at his expression of gnashing teeth, a little speechless.

"So can I get my hands on those people?"

Knowing that the other party has been monitoring his whereabouts, he did not specify who they were.

"Not yet, don't increase the difficulty of the game, or you will go to France for me."

"...Then I will stay here."

"Oh? Have you found your true meaning?"

He beckoned and called the waiter to change the wine glass, the man asked with a playful smile.

"It's just a feeling, what can I encounter, what will happen to me that is important to me."

The hand protruding from under the cloak grasped the wine glass. That hand was slender and white, not like a man's hand at all, and it was a bit incompatible with its thick voice.

"Then cherish this feeling, sometimes this kind of thing is really useful."

The man turned his head and looked at the second old man who walked into the tavern: "Dawson, you are late."

"I don't think so, Professor."

His hair was almost gone, his face was covered with disgusting wrinkles, and the voice of the old man was also slurred, it seemed that his functions had aged to the extreme.

"You told me that you wanted witchcraft, but your request was too difficult. Even I spent too much time, and even lost two hairs."

Pointing to the head that was close to the bald state, Dawson's bloodless lips moved slightly to look more pervasive, and then he reached into his arms and took out the colorless liquid contained in the test tube.

"So is the finished product already available? How effective is it?"

"Perfectly restored, no one dares to question my Dawson's ability, and no one can crack my witch medicine. In terms of pharmacy, no one in this country can compete with me."

"You're toxicology, right?" Shaking his head, he took the test tube, and at the same time, he took out a note from his arms and handed it to the old man. The man said, "Of course I trust your alchemy, but I hope you don't." Offer similar help to others."

"nature."

Turning around and planning to leave, the withdrawn poisoner did not follow any etiquette in dealing with people.

"Then I'm leaving too."

Picking up the wine glass, pouring it into the shadow and taking it out, it was empty, and the cloaked man hurried out of the tavern.

He relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair to watch their figures walk out of the gate. The man straightened his long hat and turned to look at the bartender.

"Continued Cup."

PS: The long-lost push book, this time it is a new book by a certain boss, and it is also a broken shoe.

"Even if I Become a Treasure Chest Monster, I Want to Fall in Love", the author is thirty-two father-in-law, and he has finished many books.

PS:

NO.22: What's wrong with baptizing vampires? !

(Speaking of what's going on in the book review area... I don't know if I can't understand Shuke anymore... Besides, why are there still people who are superstitious about Jiangnan and don't know that the Dragon Race setting has long since collapsed.)

"Welcome, sir."

There was no grand welcome ceremony, and no exaggerated etiquette, just a polite hand out, Benson Scarlet stood in the shadow of the door, surrounded by scattered family members, the only common The point is the thick blood in his eyes, staring at Nidhogg with the same blood-colored pupils standing in the sun.

"Is this still satisfactory?"

"very satisfied."

Stretching out and clasping hands, the iron ring on the finger scratched the gemstone ring on the other's finger making an unpleasant sound, but both of them had the same smile on their faces.

"Then please."

He let go of his hands and bowed slightly as if inviting, then nodded to the two ladies behind Ned Hogg and said, Benson received a priest as a human being, which is exactly what Ned Hogg wanted .

Stepping on the ground paved with hand-woven blankets, a young man picked up the collection placed on the wine cabinet and put it on the table, then sat on the sofa with some restraint, looking at the three people sitting opposite.

Although the head of the family specifically asked them to treat it carefully, he was still a little at a loss when facing the great man who should have been in the legend. He didn't dare to look directly into the other's eyes. Xia didn't notice the beauty of the two girls, but this time he was intoxicated, as if he had forgotten what the occasion was.

Before the elder woke him up, one of the two blond girls had turned her charming eyes and looked over, and then...

As if in a narrow black space, countless blood-colored pupils stared at him, obviously he himself had red pupils, but he couldn't help trembling with fright, but at the next moment, someone pressed his hand on the table, and suddenly woke up and looked at the elders. With a reproachful look, the young man looked at the beautiful girl smiling at him, subconsciously avoiding her eyes.

No one really cared about this kind of episode, at least Benson and Ned Hogg really didn't look at what happened there.

"Your Excellency should have sent a message earlier, at least the way of greeting shouldn't be so crude."

Obviously a vampire who can knock off the cork with one palm, but insists on slowly twisting the bolt with a corkscrew. Benson sits opposite Nid Hogg, even if he pulls the cork, he has a silent and majestic temperament. But this didn't mean anything to the other party. The young man with long hair didn't make any waves. Just like the last time we met, the other party was as serious and indifferent as ever. Even when he smiled, there was no warmth, but he could still feel some bona fide.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Looking at Ned Hogg's faintly smiling face, Benson was unwilling to look directly into the other's pupils, even though it violated noble etiquette.

"It's good to be simple, no matter it's false or false, what's said must be fulfilled. At this moment, I'm just a priest, Amen."

He holds the Reverse Cross in his hands while praying, a gesture that no one will laugh at, because he means it seriously.

Really, too serious, it really feels like a pious priest.

But how can there be such a priest who has severely damaged the church?Everyone who comes into contact with him, whether human or non-human, will have such doubts.