Part 14 Chapter 136 Intersection

And these two days have become the happiest festival.

So, Ling ate very full last night, his stomach almost bursting. He returned to his room and was woken up very early the next day. He heard a lot of noisy sounds pouring into the tavern and loud laughter.

He mumbled something in his sleep, turned over and hugged the pillow to continue sleeping. In this cold world, he could only curl up in his small quilt to feel the comfortable warmth.

Then, not long after, he was awakened by the sound of the door being pushed open, and heard the gentle voice of Sphigran saying, "Wake up, come with me."

He sat up dazedly and opened half an eye. As a slave's habit, he did not ask any questions, but immediately stood up and put on his clothes. Then he followed Sifigran's footsteps, walked out of the room, went down the stairs, and saw many guests drinking at the tables in the tavern hall next to the handrail.

These people looked at a corner of the tavern with fear and pointed. There, blood was like dried mud, sticking to the shiny floor. Bart's body was still lying, and next to his body was a fallen and broken green sword.

The owner of the tavern did not dare to provoke this biggest bully in the city, so he did not dare to deal with it for a whole night. He was afraid that if he handled it improperly, the bully's accomplices would come to his door and he would be eaten alive.

Sifigrande's exquisite silver boots stepped on the wooden stairs, making a crisp sound, like a song played on a piano, which involuntarily pulled everyone's attention over. When they saw Sifigrande in a slender silver robe, their pupils were widened by the mysterious light.

Intense light burst out from the pupils of these people as they stared at Sifigran with burning eyes. However, the owner of the tavern looked as if he had seen a ghost, the god of death. His sturdy, slightly plump body trembled, his legs shook automatically, and his face turned pale.

With an elegant smile on her lips, Sphenagran walked to an empty table. When she was about to sit down, Ling quickly got ahead of her and wiped the chair clean with his sleeves. Then he bowed his head and said to Sphenagran, "Sister, you can sit down now."

Sifigran glanced at him, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, then she said nothing and sat down. She looked at him and raised her sleeve to wipe the zero on the table in front of her. In her heart, there was a ripple like a raindrop falling into a lake, which spread in her heart.

Zero quickly wiped the table and then stood beside her, like a young guard, with a serious and meticulous expression.

Siphigran said softly, "You sit down too."

"Slaves are not allowed to sit."

"Just sit down when I told you to." Sifeglan said helplessly.

Zero heard her slightly stern tone and was afraid that she would get angry and abandon him. He didn't say anything more and walked to the chair opposite. Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone in the tavern, including Sphenan, the boy jumped onto the chair and squatted down like a puppy. His face was a little hot. It was the first time since he was a child that so many people paid attention to him. His heart was pounding and he said in a low voice, "Slaves can only squat. I'll squat."

Siphigran almost fainted from anger.

The others were far away and did not hear what Ling said, but they were also surprised and amused by the strange boy's behavior.

Then someone laughed.

Then the laughter quickly stopped.

Because the person who laughed suddenly became motionless for some unknown reason, and his pupils lost their luster and color, becoming a hollow grayish white, and then he fell on the table.

The people at the next table were surprised and pushed his body hard, but found that they could not wake him up. When they felt his breath, they found that he was gone.

"Ah——" The terrified scream pierced through the entire tavern like a sharp sword, "Someone's dead——"

Everyone looked at the man who suddenly collapsed in surprise, wondering what strange disease he had contracted and why he died so suddenly.

Only the owner of the wine shop turned his head in horror and looked at Si Feilan next to him, and found that she was smiling and drinking from the teacup on the table. And Ling, who was opposite her, squatted on the chair like a puppy, looking at the laughing person in surprise.

A low sobbing sound came from the woman on the dead table. She was sobbing and wiping her tears. Her sad look made people feel pitiful.

"bite--"

Suddenly, a bell sound was rang out from behind the curtain outside the tavern, like raindrops falling on a tranquil lake, creating ripples that spread in the air.

For some reason, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look over, and then they saw a snow-white and slender hand lifting a curtain-like curtain and walking in. The light shone on her body. She was wearing a loose black robe that seemed to be filled with wind and gently raised. A wide black hat covered her head, and only her snow-white chin was draped with soft black hair, which set off her delicate chin. Without looking at her appearance, everyone was attracted by this delicate chin.

Zero couldn't help but look over, his face full of curiosity.

Sifigran was still sipping her tea, looking out the window at the snow on the roofs and streets, with a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

The woman in black robe walked in, and walked straight past the tavern owner at the counter with her exquisite black leather boots, as if she didn't see him. In the aisle in front of her was the table where Sifigran was sitting, and she walked straight past it.

Then, we passed each other.

Without even moving her head, she sat down at an empty table not far behind Ling. The sounds in the tavern seemed to be swallowed up invisibly after she came in.

Everyone was silent.

Even the woman whose husband had died forgot to cry and stared blankly at the woman in black robe. She didn't know why she couldn't bear to look away and stared at her as if she was fascinated.

Ling couldn't help but look back. Si Feilan drank tea slowly, then looked up at Ling, "What are you going to eat for breakfast?"

Ling turned around with a start and looked at her blankly, "I don't eat breakfast."

"No breakfast?" Sphenagran raised his eyelids, "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Ling had just finished speaking when his stomach growled. Sometimes the body is more honest than the mouth, so his face flushed.

Siphigran looked at him unhappily, "Are you trying to say that slaves don't eat breakfast?"

Zero's face turned even redder.

"Snap!" Siphigran stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers gracefully. The owner of the tavern was like a bear that had been summoned. He stood at the corner of the table in front of her, trembling and respectful, with a flattering face. "Excuse me, how can I help you?"

Sphigran looked at Zero.

Ling blushed and looked at the owner of the wine shop next to him. After a long time, he finally uttered a few words: "Boss, I want a steamed bun."

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The tavern owner was stunned.

Si Feiglan rolled her eyes in annoyance and waved her hand, saying, "Give him three steaks, medium rare, two glasses of milk, and a fried dragon egg."

The owner of the wine shop nodded and wrote it down. When he heard the last one, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in annoyance. He said with a bitter face, "There are no more dragon bird eggs in the store. They are sold out. The new ones haven't arrived yet."

Si Feigelan tasted the tea, without even looking at him, and said lightly, "If you don't have it, go get it. If you can't get it, I will be angry."

The tavern owner's legs were shaking and his teeth were trembling as he said, "Yes, yes, I'll borrow a few from other shops." After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Ling looked at the back of the wine shop owner running away dejectedly, looked at Si Feilan with some reluctance and said, "Sister, is this a bit bad?"

Siphigran looked at him with interest. "Aren't slaves supposed to obey their masters in everything? Why do you think my behavior is bad?"

Ling scratched his head and blushed as he said, "But I don't regard you as my master."

"What do you think it is?"

"As my sister."

Sifigran's body trembled slightly, and then returned to normal. She turned her head and looked into the distance outside the window without saying a word for a long time.

Not long after, the tavern owner came back and handed the prepared breakfast to Ling. Ling stood up and said "thank you" politely.

Without turning around, Siphigran looked out the window and said, "Eat quickly. I have something to do later."

"Hmm!" Ling nodded quickly and started eating obediently. He ate very quickly, and finished in less than two minutes. In the end, his mouth was filled with beef, swollen, and then he pounded his chest before swallowing it hard, and then drank the milk in big gulps.

"Let's go." Sifigran stood up.

Ling looked at her curiously, "Sister, don't you want to eat?"

Without even turning his head, Siphigran said indifferently, "I don't need to eat." Then, he stepped over Bart's stiff body and walked outside. When he reached the door of the tavern, he suddenly paused, then turned to look at Ling, "I don't have any weapons with me this time, so I'll give you a worse one to use first. When I get a better one, I'll give it to you for self-defense."

"What?" Ling was stunned.

Sifigran turned around and waved her hand gently. The broken green sword next to Bart flew in front of her as if wrapped in a mysterious force. Then a transparent wave flashed on the two pieces of the sword, as if the air was shaking like water.

Then, Ling saw that the two broken pieces of the sword miraculously came together and were tightly connected. The patterns of laws on them were very clear and complete, and they were restored to their original state without any signs of damage.

Siphigran handed the blue sword to Ling, who waved it up and down, his face full of excitement, curiosity, and some fear.

Sifiglan's eyes flashed slightly, and she said, "This knife is yours, use it to defend yourself, let's go." There was a hint of strangeness in her voice, and then she turned and left the tavern.

Ling looked at the knife in his hand, as if he saw a new toy, and played with it lovingly. Then he followed Sifigran out, lifted the curtain, and stood outside the door. The dazzling light poured down from the sky like mercury, covering his body and emitting a faint glow.

Ling narrowed his eyes slightly. He had been in the darkness for too long and was obviously not used to the sudden strong light.

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