Dimensional Medicine King

Lansi opened the store as usual, but the customers who came today seemed a little strange.

"boom!!"

"Ding ding~!!"

With an extremely exaggerated sound, the door was pushed open, and at the same time, a slightly hasty wind chime sounded.

Lan Si, who came out of the kitchen, couldn't help frowning. After all, the identities of the customers who came to his shop were very complicated, including gangsters, warriors, onmyojis, and even elves, angels, and orcs.

But he has never met such a rough guest. You must know that even Dior, who makes Lansi very unhappy, maintains an extremely elegant and oppressive posture. After all, to Dior, he is the "King of the Wicked". Will do things that are worthless.

But when Lan Si saw the guest, he was a little surprised this time.

Silver-white armor, a helmet with horns, and a very exaggerated 'broad sword' were placed beside the chair.

In addition to the amazing attire of the other party, what is more concerning is the attitude of the other party.

"Boss! Bring me a barrel of ale!!"

Maybe because of wearing a helmet, the other party's voice sounded muffled, and it seemed that he was in a bad mood?

And ale?He doesn't have this thing here, and he doesn't know if beer is okay...

"Bang~!"

The large beer mug that even Lan Si could not fully hold with one hand contained golden beer that was still bubbling.

The sound of 'Zi Zi' bubbles is very pleasant to listen to.

However, that strange guest didn't go to see Lansi, but pressed somewhere on the mask, and her mouth was also opened. Then she grabbed the beer glass and drank.

"Gudong~gudong~!"

Accompanied by an extremely heroic voice, all the wine in the beer glass was also drunk.

"Cool!!"

After a somewhat rude exclamation, the other party turned to look at Lan Si again.

"Boss! Give me another drink!"

Chapter 22 Father King...

"Give me another drink!"

"Continued Cup!"

"Again……"

"..."

At the beginning, the armored warrior, who was full of oppression, was lying on the table, holding a wine glass in one hand, and muttering softly while holding the table with the other hand.

"Father..."

Looking at the drunk guest, the corner of Lan Si's mouth twitched unconsciously. After all, the other party's drinking capacity is really exaggerated, and it can even be said to be second only to the alcoholic in the diving agency where everyone seems to have 'alcohol resistance' them.

Lansing took a large beer glass, a glass of 650ml, but the other party drank more than 10 glasses, and drank nearly 5KG of wine, even if it was just an ordinary 'whole malt beer' with an alcohol content of only [-]% , but the accumulation of small amounts is still a bit scary, and what is even more curious is where does the wine go after being drunk?

I didn't care about the other party's aura before because it was a bit exaggerated, but now it seems that the other party is not even 170 even if he is wearing a full set of steel armor. Coupled with the other party's voice, Lan Si thinks it should be a young knight, right?

Moreover, this drunk was not the same as Chen. Although the other party was drunk, his consciousness was still sober, but the guest in front of him was obviously completely drunk.

"This is a restaurant, not a bar... Sigh"

After sighing, Lan Si also cleaned the table a little before turning and leaving.

'Forget it, let's put it here first, let's talk about it when he wakes up. '

……

Amidst the wailing voices of the pirates, the young knight holding a long sword waved his sword recklessly, while the king in a blue cloak looked down with a serious expression on the sword that symbolized victory.

Except for the young knight, most of the people had serious expressions, because there were fewer people around them at this time.

The knight commander in pure white plate armor and holding a sword is no longer there;

An elegant man with a long bow and long hair on his shoulders disappeared;

The young man who guarded everyone with a shield against his shoulders has returned to the embrace of God;

The knights under the leadership of the majestic king have always been filled with a strange atmosphere, but the young knight holding the long sword seems not to notice it, because there is only one figure in the opponent's eyes————————————— The king!

Under the leadership of the opponent, he made great achievements time and time again, and even became one of the backups of the strongest knights in the kingdom in just a few years.

While worshiping each other, a secret kept echoing in his mind.

'Never take off your helmet in front of people, and don't tell the king about your life! '

When he left his mother and came to the king, his mother gave him a piece of advice, and this advice has always troubled him. Every time he saw the other party bathed in cheers, a voice seemed to burst through his throat.

'I am King Arthur's child! '

After another victory, in King Arthur's tent, the always majestic King Arthur stood there quietly.

'My knight, tell me, what reward do you want? '

'Hope you'll allow me to take off my helmet!king!No——father! ! '