hero?it must be me

The moment Zheng Qi's eyes fell on him, Roy's experienced intuition told him this.

Roy trusts his intuition very much, because this keen intuition has saved him many times.

But now, this keen intuition tells him that if he wants to escape, the moment he puts this idea into practice...

I will die.

"Crack."

The chair beside him was pulled away.

Roy could only watch helplessly as the behemoth, which was almost twice his size, sat directly beside him.

"Welcome, what do you want?"

Old Martin's attention seemed to have finally shifted away from the crackling potato chips in the boiling oil, and turned to Zheng Qi who had just sat down.

"A glass of iced milk."

Hearing this, Old Martin raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised by Zheng Qi's answer.

"I do not drink."

Zheng Qi said calmly.

"It's okay, we also serve non-alcoholic beverages."

Old Martin smiled and got ready.

For a while, only the old songs on the radio were left in the bar.

It seemed to be a country folk song by Casimir, and it sang a story about a knight walking in the countryside and fighting for justice.

"Here, ice milk, and your fries."

A glass of iced milk was placed in front of Zheng Qi, and a plate of French fries was placed in front of Roy.

Roy raised his face and showed Old Martin a smile that was uglier than crying.

Old Martin just smiled.

Zheng Qi didn't seem to have seen this scene, but quietly took a sip of ice milk.

It's nothing special, but it's cold and milky. Old Martin is not the kind of person who would add water to it.

At this moment, a plate of French fries was slowly pushed from the side to Zheng Qi.

"This... big brother, don't you want to try it?"

With that ugly smile on his face, Roy said to Zheng Qi, "Although the potatoes are just cut into strips and deep-fried, these cheap French fries are very suitable for eating with iced drinks."

Section 200 Chapter 30: How?something?

Zheng Qi glanced at the plate of French fries, and he was not polite, he just reached out and grabbed a handful, stuffing it into his mouth.

Old Martin's craftsmanship can't be called a chef, but the French fries made of potatoes, boiling oil, and salt are really delicious.

Crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, moderately salty.

As Zheng Qi chewed, there was a slight clicking sound from his mouth, and the masseter muscles that could crush all kinds of irons drove the jaws to move slowly.

It looked like a lion eating a wildebeest it had just killed rather than a person eating French fries.

Leisurely, but also terrifying.

(Wow...it's just eating French fries, don't make it look like you're eating people...)

Seeing Zheng Qi silently chewing French fries, Roy muttered involuntarily.

He tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, but the muscles on his back were slightly convulsed.

To be honest, he really wanted to turn around and run.

Sitting close to Zheng Qi at such a distance that he could reach it with his hands, Roy felt his stomach began to throb.

However, Zheng Qi didn't seem to notice the change in Roy's mood.

He picked up the glass, fed a mouthful of ice milk mixed with the chewy French fries into his stomach, then put down the glass, and let out a little breath.

"Well, it's quite appropriate."

Zheng Qi said.

"Right!"

"So, before we move to another place, do you have anything else to say, Qing Jin."

At this moment, it seemed that even the songs on the old radio stopped abruptly.

Lao Fu and Koval stretched their necks and looked at this side.

Old Martin stopped wiping the cup.

Roy kept that ugly smiling face motionless.

Only Zheng Qi took another sip of iced milk on his own. He always drank very fast, and after only two sips, the big glass of iced milk was almost empty.

"...It seems that Xintraya really likes you, Mr. Zheng Qi."

"Perhaps it's because I'm more humane than you Wuzhoumeng."

"Oh, look at what you said, our salary is actually quite good, high salary, working hours, and paid leave!"

Roy scratched his head: "The child Xinteliya is still very popular among us, how do you say it in the words of young people nowadays? Ah, little rich woman! Yes, that's what you said!"

Zheng Qi listened to Roy's words, drank the last sip of ice milk in the cup, and then gently put the cup back on the bar.

He turned his head and looked straight at Roy——

"Wait a mininute!"

Roy immediately raised his hands above his head, and raised his voice with sincerity: "The initiative is yours, or you should listen to me before making a decision, which is good and not at a disadvantage, do you think so?"

This was the first time in Roy's life that he lamented how good he had a sharp tongue.

It's really great to be able to say this sentence in one breath without writing a word, before the terrifying pressure is overwhelmed like this.

"... Boss, have another drink."

"it is good."

Seeing that Zheng Qi turned back to ask old Martin to have another glass of iced milk, Roy took a deep breath and put his hands on the bar with a dumbfounded face, in a position where Zheng Qi could see him at any time.

"Huh...Actually, we have already given up on the pursuit of Xinteliya."

Roy shrugged: "After all, Monique and I are not your opponents. Don't listen to some people who tell us that we are miraculous. In fact, we just use money to do things and work for others. It's not worth our lives. What do you think? ?”

"It's not easy to come out to hang out and ask for food. You see, I seem to be very chic sitting in the bar. Maybe one day I will be unemployed and I will have to open a small shop to make ends meet—hey, what do you think of selling hand sanitizer? ? I heard that the business in this area seems to be very hot recently."

Listening to Roy's half serious and half pretending to be crazy, Zheng Qi took the second glass of ice milk handed over by old Martin, drank half of it in one gulp, and then opened his mouth.

"What are you doing here?"

"Work, work, but don't worry, I'm not here to find trouble, if you want to talk—"

At this moment, the tip of Zheng Qi's nose and the furry animal ears on top of his head moved slightly.

In fact, not only him, but the old Martin at the bar, the old V at the bar, and Roy who suddenly shut his mouth, actually noticed it.

Lao Fu glanced at Martin solemnly, and the meaning in his eyes was probably asking Old Martin, why are there so many moths in your store tonight?

Old Martin twitched the corner of his mouth at Old Vaughn, and took two steps back calmly, approaching the hammer in the bar.

(Phew! It's too timely! It's a pity that he doesn't sell peripherals, otherwise I will have to buy two as amulets when I go back.)

Roy glanced away and looked in the direction of the bar door.

Zheng Qi put down the ice milk in his hand.

Just now, when he sensed the owner of that strange smell and footsteps, he seemed to hear a vague sneer in his ears.

It seems to be sarcastic, but also seems to be proud.

The laughter was fleeting, but it made Zheng Qi feel familiar.

But before he could think about where this familiarity came from, a burst of singing overwhelmed the heavy footsteps gradually approaching the bar, and reached Zheng Qi's ears.

The singer's voice is obviously so hoarse and deep, but for some reason there is an immature confusion.

If you want to compare it, it is like a child who has heard the elders singing, trying hard but clumsily to use his own singing voice to restore the singing that belonged to the elders in his childhood memory.

It was a language Zheng Qi had never heard, and it was also a melody he had never appreciated.

However, Zheng Qi understood the meaning of the singing.

"Young hunter, embark on a journey to heaven—"

"Start from the dream, go to the other side of gold—"

(Grimoire, what is this?)

[In terms that are easier for you to understand, you used Mandarin when you spoke to them before, but the singing you hear now is in oracle bone inscriptions. 】

Although the translation ability of the magic book is not as good as translating konjac chips, at least at this time, she is still fully effective.

Just when Zheng Qi was surprised that the visitor was an archaeologist, he noticed the old Kuranta by the bar, and the old Fu had a shocked and shocked expression on his face.

That was in stark contrast to the bewildered looks on the others' faces.

Evidently he knew something about the song sung in the ancient language.

"It's popular these days for people to come to bars to sing their own debut song? Shouldn't the jukebox be retired?"

Koval said inexplicably.

At the same time, the door of the bar was pushed open.

The comer, fully armed and holding a long-handled sword, appeared to be a knight.

It's just that neither his armor style nor the weapon he holds is like a knight belonging to Casimir at all.

Do not……

To be precise, the strange atmosphere lingering around this visitor is probably the main reason why he is incompatible with this bar, this street, and even this city in the eyes of others.

Even if he took off the heavy armor that completely covered his face, and put down the long-handled sword that seemed to be able to easily split a person in two, I'm afraid it still couldn't change this point.

That person just stood there, as if the small bar that was already dim began to become narrower and narrower.

After the man entered the bar, he turned his head slightly, as if he was avoiding even the light as far as he could see.

He first stared at Lao Fu at the bar.

But then, for some unknown reason, his eyes suddenly turned, and they were nailed firmly to Zheng Qi's generous back.

"...It seems that this remote bar of mine has really enjoyed the fame of Linguang's family. Today it is full of people you don't usually see."

Old Martin just said a few words with emotion, but suddenly noticed the abnormality of his old friend.

"Old Fu? What's the matter?"

"I, I don't know, it's just that my heart suddenly feels a little—"

Pressing his chest with one hand, Lao Fu frowned tightly. He stared at the [guest] who seemed to be a bad visitor, and responded in a low voice to the old Martin who leaned over.

However, at this moment, someone in the bar spoke to this [guest].

"how?"

Zheng Qi turned his back to the visitor and turned his face slightly.

"Is something wrong?"

Chapter 201 Chapter 31: I'm Not a Mixed Race

"..."

The intruder remained silent.

But he didn't choose to look away either.

Zheng Qi frowned slightly with that undisguised look in his eyes.

Zheng Qi didn't mind people staring at him, he was already used to being noticed, whether it was benevolent or malicious, curious or guarded.