MTL - A Bar In An Alternate World: Pick Up A Young Witch-Chapter 70 Dark dungeon?

"Sorry, this is the last drink. If you want to drink, go to a tavern called Emerald on Ula Daha Long Street. I bought it there."

Looking at the crowd, Ringer advertised by the way, if qualified people, they can find the store.

The half-canine nodded excitedly.

"Thank you brother, I'll go right away."

After speaking, he rushed out of the guild hall, and many onlookers who had been there from the beginning left with him.

Mercer finally broke away from that wonderful illusion, and looked at the empty goblet in his hand reluctantly.

"Is it really gone?"

Ringer smiled and said, "Shouldn't you tell me, so many people have seen what you were like just now, you don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"

"Me just now?" Messer glanced at the crowd, seemed to recall his state just now, blushed pretty, then smiled charmingly, and cast a wink at Ringer.

"There are too many people here, it's inconvenient to talk, come with me, let's go to a place where no one is around, and I will satisfy you."

Some explicit and provocative words made the nearby drinkers feel itchy, as if they were meant for them.

Miss Messer is extremely popular among the adventurers in the guild. Although she looks unrestrained, she is actually difficult to get close to. She has made countless adventurers who feel good about themselves saddened.

Ringer, who was the party involved, frowned and didn't leave.

Messer turned around and greeted, "What's the matter, don't you want to know?"

"I also brought friends."

"Oh, that kind of multiplayer gameplay is unacceptable, so you have to follow me." Messer exclaimed with a smile on his face.

Ringer twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression a little stiff.

"Then I'll talk to him."

"Go, I'll wait for you here."

Linge walked through the crowd, and walked to Uncle He's table under the surprised or jealous eyes of the adventurers.

Although the bald uncle is drinking, he is always watching the six roads and listening to all directions, and he has a general idea of ​​the situation, with a smile on his face: "I will drink two more glasses, the atmosphere here is really nostalgic. I feel that my adventurer The soul is waking up!"

"I'm just going to have a few words with her, and I'll be back soon."

"Don't be so anxious. That girl is very interesting. She seems to be very interested in you. You might as well talk to her a little more. If I'm still young and not married, maybe I want to get to know her too." The uncle laughed.

"No, I'll be back soon."

Linge seemed very determined, turned around, and walked towards Messer who was looking at him with a smile.

The uncle stared at his back, watched him and the green-haired girl walk in the door, took a sip of wine, his face flashed with reminiscence, what a nostalgic youth...

Linge followed Messer through a corridor, and when she came to the end, she opened another door, behind which was a downward staircase.

"Where are you taking me?"

Messer leaned on the door frame, her tight black trousers fitted her slender legs, and she stepped on a pair of black leather boots.

"What? Are you scared?"

Ringer sighed: "I just don't want to waste time."

"It's a dark dungeon below. If you want to know who sold me that kind of wine, it depends on whether you have the guts to follow."

Messer gave Ringer a provocative look, then moved his long legs and walked down the stairs.

Linger shook his head and laughed, and followed up. He could already smell the aroma of wine coming from below. It should be a wine cellar instead of the dark dungeon Messer said.

The stairs are in a spiral shape, not long, and the rotation range is less than 540° before reaching the end, which is only one or two floors high. There are magic lampshades on the walls along the way, and each step is very clear.

At the end is a half-closed wooden door, from which the strong aroma of wine escapes.

Messer pushed the door open and Ringe followed.

The inside was indeed a warehouse, filled with wine racks and wooden barrels, there was a space near the door, a set of tables and chairs against the wall, and a bed in the corner.

Ringer was surprised when he saw that bed. Although it was illuminated by a magic lamp, it was not dark, but it was underground after all. Could it be that she usually slept here?

"What are you thinking?" Messer asked in an ambiguous tone when he found Linge staring at her bed.

"You usually sleep here?" Linge asked calmly, as if he didn't hear the hint in her tone.

"I can only fall asleep when I smell the wine." Messer glanced over the wine barrels in the cellar, like a lord visiting his territory.

Sure enough, he was an alcoholic.

"Want to have a drink with me here?" Messer sat down at the round wooden table, but his eyes drifted to the single bed, which seemed to be a hint, "After drinking too much, even if it happens, it will be forgotten. .”

Linger just said: "There is no one else here, tell me who sold you that wine."

Messer pouted and said, "Our condition just now is that I will tell you only if you make me happy."

Ringo watched the woman's face.

"Don't tell me that that cup didn't satisfy you just now, so many people have seen your smirk."

"I was happy just now, but now you make me unhappy again."

Ringer's fist was hardened, this woman is simply too shameless.

Just when he was about to attack, Messer smiled again, and waved his slender arms across the table, and a set of shiny silver drinking utensils appeared on the table, as well as a bottle of black wine.

"Hey, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is just kidding, I always keep my word. Come, let's chat while drinking, and I will tell you everything I know."

Linge was immediately discouraged, and sat down at the wine table helplessly.

Messer filled the silver cup in front of him, which was black and looked like some kind of poison, and poured himself a cup.

"What's the name of the wine you gave me just now?"

Linge was taken aback, shouldn't she answer his own question, why did she start asking?

"You should answer my question first," he pointed out.

Messer folded his hands in front of his chest: "I'm afraid you will leave after I finish speaking, so you have to figure it out now, don't worry, I will definitely tell you, but you have to answer my question first."

Linge really thought so. Although this woman was not as perverted as Karina, she was still more difficult to deal with. He really didn't want to deal with this kind of woman more.

They are like a quagmire, which will make men sink deeper and deeper, and finally get into a mess.

But who made him ask for something in front of him, he could only answer: "Purple elf."

"If I'm not mistaken, your wine is the original version, and what that guy sold me was a diluted product mixed with water."

Ringer nodded: "Yes, the dilution ratio is about one to ten. How much did she sell it to you?"

"One barrel, thirteen hundred gold." Messer's tone was slightly depressed, with a feeling of being cheated.

Linge took a deep breath, that little thief really dared to ask for a price, judging by the size of the wine barrel in the room, using the "Purple Spirit" to dilute a barrel of "Purple Smoked Wind", probably used up a bottle of "Purple Spirit" , and the thief stole a full ten bottles!

"How many barrels did you buy?"

"Well, three barrels."