Chapter 137 They are so evil, really evil!
Andrew asked cautiously: "Excuse me, what is your name?"
"Oh, what's my name?"
Long Aotian smacked his lips, recalled for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "I remember now, my name is Aotian Big Brother Wardjil Yingbangbang!"
"this……"
Andrew pondered for a while, but didn't understand the meaning of the name. He could only smile and say politely, "This is really a special name."
"Haha, it's really special."
Long Aotian laughed loudly and hugged Andrew tightly, "You are the first friend who appreciates my name! My impression of you has deepened a little bit!"
"Brother Aotian, you are really strong."
Andrew wanted to break free, but Long Aotian was a high-level Skeleton Berserker player after all. How could a magician break free from his strength?
Andrew was helpless and could only be hugged by Long Aotian all the time, like a poor little girl being hugged by a strong man.
"Of course, as a magician, it is important to keep fit!"
"Look at you, you're so skinny. You must be lacking exercise and nutrition!"
Long Aotian patted his chest, and said proudly: "Well, I'll treat you today! Let's go to the Adventurer's Tavern to have a good meal first! Let's put out all the delicious fish and meat! Then we can go to the Foot Bathing City to indulge ourselves!"
Andrew understood this time that Brother Aotian wanted to treat him to a meal, so he said tactfully: "Brother Aotian, actually, I am under the order of His Majesty the King this time, and I want to make peace with the Northern City..."
"Alas! There's no rush to make peace!"
Long Aotian interrupted Andrew, his attitude still so enthusiastic that it was hard to bear: "People are made of iron, and food is made of steel! Guests have come from afar, how can I not entertain them well?"
"Let's eat first, play for a few days, and we can talk about making peace later!"
Long Aotian did not allow Andrew to refuse. He grabbed Andrew's hand and dragged him to the city: "You and I hit it off right away. We must have been brothers in our previous life! Come on, come on, come on. Today, I will treat you no matter what you say. No one else is allowed to pay!"
Brother Cong has already said that he wants to delay the time as much as possible, so Long Aotian naturally won't let Andrew get down to business so easily.
When it comes to doing serious work, our Brother Long may not be very good at it.
But when it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, our Brother Long considers himself the best, and no one in the whole server dares to claim to be second.
Andrew could only smile awkwardly but politely, then called on the envoys to follow him and enter the city together.
Abel's face was gloomy. He had been watching from the side. Seeing Andrew chatting and laughing with this handsome necromancer, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he watched.
As a member of the Lion Empire, how can you have such an enthusiastic conversation with the enemy?
Although we are here to seek peace, our real purpose is not to seek peace!
Even though the Temple and the Magic Academy have always had a bad relationship, we are all people from the Lion Empire!
No matter what the reason is, you cannot accept this kind of enthusiasm from your enemy!
Moreover, Abel was a little suspicious. This should be the first time that Brother Aotian met the envoys and the first time he met Magician Andrew. Why did he ignore the entire envoys and be so polite and enthusiastic to Magician Andrew?
A clergy member came over quietly and said, "My Lord Bishop, judging from the appearance of this Brother Aotian, he may have known Magician Andrew for a long time."
"I have used the water mirror magic scroll to secretly record the conversation between the two of them."
Abel nodded calmly and said, "After we enter the city, find a time to send a lucky eagle to bring the magic scroll back, and tell His Majesty the King and the Lord of the Palace the news."
"Just say that Andrew might have betrayed the Lion Empire!"
…
Long Aotian didn't know that his false enthusiasm for socializing had caused the NPCs to misunderstand Andrew.
To be honest, Andrew was also a little overwhelmed.
He really wanted to tell the people around him that he didn't actually know this necromancer. God knew where this guy came from and he hadn't let go of his hand all the way.
"Brother An, are you tired? How about going to the tavern and sitting down?"
"Oh, you're welcome. Let's not go to the City Lord's Mansion. Let's go to the tavern first to welcome you!"
"Come on, come on, follow me! Don't say anything else, I'll make the arrangements today! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
"I'll ask the foot-washing parlor to arrange a few beautiful girls. Brother An, do you like gentle queens or soft and cute lolita? I think mature and good girls are good, and they also have good foot-washing skills!"
This necromancer is so passionate!
This enthusiasm is simply unbearable!
"Boya! Boya!"
As soon as he entered the tavern, Long Aotian shouted, "Where's the wine! Where's the food! Bring them all up!"
Boya had received the news long ago. As soon as Long Aotian entered the room, Boya started to make arrangements: "Brothers, serve the guests who have come from afar! Bring me eight barrels of the best barley beer!"
The corner of Andrew's eye twitched as he watched several adventurers run out carrying eight barrels of wine taller than a man, and dropped them to the ground with a clang.
The rich aroma of wine could not be concealed and spread out all at once, filling the entire tavern, making people dizzy just by smelling it.
Andrew's heart skipped a beat.
What does it mean?
Drinking as soon as you get into town?
Could it be that all the undead magicians in the northern city have this hobby?
Abel frowned. He always felt that Boya looked familiar. This man seemed to be someone wanted by the Temple of Light, but he couldn't remember him.
"hey-hey……"
Boya chuckled, leaned over to Long Aotian and whispered, "According to your order, all of them are the best barley wine. Ordinary people can get drunk after drinking two glasses."
Long Aotian gave a thumbs up: "Not bad! My love for you is not in vain."
"It's all thanks to Brother Aotian's guidance. Otherwise, I wouldn't be a believer in the God of Death now, and my wife and children wouldn't be able to enjoy the membership services of the cinema and the Children's Palace."
Boya was very modest: "I want to thank Brother Aotian."
"We'll talk about our business later."
Long Aotian grabbed Andrew who was trying to escape, pressed him on the table, and waved his hand: "Brothers, come out!"
“Crash!”
A group of individual players and Aotian Club players who had been prepared for a long time put on human skins and dressed up as magicians and poured into the Adventurer's Tavern.
Andrew was surprised: “These people…”
There are so many undead magicians in the northern city?
Abel quickly whispered to the people around him, "Quick, write it down! This is intelligence information! The exact number of undead magicians in the Northern City!"
“These are my brothers!”
Long Aotian waved his hand and said, "Go! Serve the envoys well! Don't leave until you are drunk!"
"Don't go home until you're drunk! Don't go home until you're drunk!"
The players shouted and yelled, rushing over aggressively.
The players went on the battlefield one by one, capturing a member of the envoy group.
No matter whether you are a Knight Temple, a member of the clergy, or a soldier of the Envoy Corps, once you enter the Adventurer's Tavern, don't even think about leaving standing today!
This is destined to be a special battle like no other.
The bar is a battlefield!
A player from the Aotian Club threw up his sleeves, took off half of his magician's robe, picked up the barley beer, and shouted, "Come on, brother! Drink!"
A Temple Knight waved his hands repeatedly, his face flushed from being drunk: "No, no, I can't drink anymore!"
"You are not a man yet, you drink like a woman!"
The player glared, furious, and filled his glass with wine: "The wine is here! I'll drink this one! Do as you please, if you can't finish it, throw it in my face!"
"I'm going to say this today. According to the rules in my hometown, drinking together means we are good friends. If you deliberately don't drink, it means you look down on me! If you look down on me, then you are my enemy! We have to fight against enemies! If you can't kill me, we'll keep fighting!"
The Temple Knight shuddered and glanced at the tavern. He didn't know when the tavern was mostly filled with undead and necromancers.
The entire tavern was booked by the players just to "receive" the NPC envoys from the Lion Empire.
Obviously, fighting in the enemy's lair is a clear waste of time.
It is true that the Knights Templar are believers of light, but they are also soldiers.
Andrew was still drinking, Abel was already drunk and unconscious, and neither boss had said they wanted to fight, so what else could they do?
The Temple Knight gritted his teeth, raised his head and drank the barley wine in one gulp.
An urge to vomit surged up from his stomach. For the sake of etiquette, the Temple Knight's face turned red and painful, his throat rolled, and he forced himself to swallow.
The player gasped and gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are a man!"
For the first time, he felt that drinking was truly painful.
But it feels so refreshing to be praised by the enemy from the bottom of his heart!
Thinking of this, the Temple Knight took the initiative to pour the wine and shouted, "Drink!"
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"No, I'm a monk and I can't drink! The knights can drink, but I can't!"
"If you don't drink, you are looking down on me! Look, the bishop has already drunk. Do you think you are more noble than the bishop?"
"this……"
"Haven't you heard it? Wine and meat pass through the stomach, but light remains in the heart! Drink!"
"I really can't drink! The God of Light will punish me!"
"I'd rather have a hole in my stomach than a crack in my relationship! Drink or we'll fight, your choice!"
"Oh , I drink."
The monk's face was full of helplessness and pain. The bishop has drunk it, so what else can I do?
I hope the God of Light will forgive me.
The players that Long Aotian had found today were all big-time players with a lot of experience in the bar scene. The poor NPCs were no match for these drunkards who were well versed in bar tactics.
…
"What do you mean? I've already drunk it all, and you left half for the fish? Finish it now!"
"I really can't drink any more, ugh..."
"After you vomit, keep going. If a man doesn't drink, he's wasting his time in this world!"
"Please, spare me! I'm a magician too! We're both from the academy! Don't do this to me!"
"If the relationship is deep, drink it in one gulp. If the relationship is shallow, just lick it. If the relationship is strong, you can't drink enough. If the relationship is weak, you can't drink at all. If the relationship is strong, drink until you bleed! Let me ask you, we are both academic magicians, how strong is our relationship!"
"That seems to be the case. I drink..."
…
"What's going on, Aotian?"
Xu Ercong sent a private message. Long Aotian looked at Andrew lying on the table, took a sip of wine, and casually sent a private message: "All of them are lying down."
"good."
Xu Ercong nodded in satisfaction and ordered: "Bai Xiaosheng, take people to search the convoy of the envoys to see if they can get any information!"
"good!"
Bai Xiaosheng nodded, and led the ghost assassin group of the two brothers, He and Xiao Wu, all the way to the convoy of the envoy group outside the Adventurer's Tavern in the dark of night.
"Get up! Get up!"
Long Aotian grabbed Andrew and approached him with a smile: "Brother An, continue to drink?"
"Ah? Ahhh! Oh, um! Drink!"
Andrew's face was full of confusion. He was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly. He could only passively take the wine glass and pour it into his mouth.
“Plop!”
He finally fell down. At the moment he passed out from drunkenness, Andrew's mind was filled with the kind face of the dean: "Andrew, this time you must find Alia in person and tell her... "
"Wow, Dean, I really can't do this. They are too evil. Really evil! I really can't drink any more. Ugh!"
Andrew was crying unconsciously in his sleep, vomiting and nausea, and his body was covered in filth.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Long Aotian took a few steps away with a look of disgust on his face: "What a man with a story. He cries when he gets drunk."
Long Aotian held up a wine glass filled with barley wine and looked around the tavern: "This one has been knocked down, who's next?"
