After ending the topic of state affairs, Yili and Qilin drank wine while talking about other things.

Qilin knew from Yili that although this tavern was an industry under the name of the Gren Chamber of Commerce, it was actually run by this young man. During the conversation, Yili revealed his rich knowledge and interest in various kinds of wines. According to him, he plans to open such a tavern around the world in the future, and dreams of one day collecting all the ink wines from the mainland into a private wine cellar.

When he was drunk, Shaodong of the Gran Chamber of Commerce patted his chest and promised that he would definitely open a branch in Qilin's hometown in the future, because he was very interested in the kind of tiger wine that Qilin said that drinking would increase his skills by a hundred years. He was very interested in the tiger wine that was known as "three bowls of nowhere to go". However, from the content of the conversation, it can also be seen that Qilin's mental state was quite far from "sobering". In short, after drinking, the two of them were talking to each other. The crazy shouting of the two of them, and the crisp sound of the wine glass and the tray of the wine plate falling to the ground, which made the waiters outside the door tremble.

In the end, Qilin's alcohol tolerance was better. When he walked out of the private room with a tone that no one could understand, Shaodong from the Gren Chamber of Commerce was sleeping soundly under the table, holding the legs of the table under the table.

"Listen, wait until the guy wakes up, tell him...." Qilin pressed the attendant's shoulder and asked him to pass a message to Yili. "I said I was unhappy with drinking today... hiccup! So, it doesn't count!"

A heavy force came from the shoulder, and the waiter nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Although in his opinion, Qilin's expression and tone were contrary to his "unhappy" expression, since the other party was Shaodong's distinguished guest, it was not his turn to interrupt his orders.

After instructing the waiter, Qilin slowly walked out of the tavern of the Gren Chamber of Commerce.

Shaking his mind drowsy due to alcohol, Qilin looked at the unfamiliar streets around, and then recalled the fact that he had told Charlotte that he would "return to the Duke's Mansion later". Qilin turned his gaze to the sky, where there was no shadow of the sun, only a little residual red light and shadow could be seen at the end of the distant street. The pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry, and the number of people had also decreased - now, no matter how you look at it, you can summarize the contents of "latest time".

Perhaps influenced by Yili's previous warning, the scene of the sister-in-law with the different name "Huang Lei Dome Light" frowned and staring at her. Mo Ming felt strangely uneasy. Qilin looked left and right in a panic, and then picked a direction that looked more similar and ran.

Although Qilin is quite confident in his ability to grasp the direction, he ignores his current state. The complex streets, completely unfamiliar people, and the spirit hazy due to alcohol. In this case, he wants to cross the two labyrinth boats correctly and return to the Duke's Mansion with the probability of success can be said to be only one in ten million, and unfortunately, he does not have such good luck now.

After Deyang completely sank into the horizon, Linger City became darker. After an hour and thirteen minutes of thunder, Qilin finally left the maze-like Fourth Avenue and rushed to an intersection of the adjacent Second Avenue. It is worth mentioning here that the distance from the Duke's Mansion divided by Qilin's footsteps was originally less than twenty minutes - in other words, he spent most of his time in circles getting lost.

“Hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…”

Even with the physical strength cultivated in Dahuang Village, it could not support the shocking consumption of high-speed Mercedes-Benz for a long time. Qilin stopped when crossing a certain intersection and stood there gasping violently.

"It's worthy of being... the capital, it's really big..." He didn't know that 90% of his time was idle. Qilin gasped and sighed at the void that no one heard.

"I've reached the Second Avenue, and I'm only half the distance left, and I'm just in a hurry...well?"

Qilin patted his cheeks with both hands to encourage himself, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong impulse. The large amount of liquid in the more than 20 bottles of wine that he drank in the tavern and Yili had arrived at the closest to the exit after a long run, and was using a strong voice to advocate legitimate physiological needs. Qilin subconsciously looked left and right. If he was in the wild, it was very simple to let the impulse be released, but he looked at the bluestone slab carved with simple patterns under his feet, showing a confused expression.

As the capital of Linger, of course, there are public facilities similar to public toilets, but unfortunately Qilin, who had just arrived, did not know this fact. When he was hesitating, the protests in a certain part of his body became more and more obvious. Qilin looked around anxiously, wanting to see if there was any more hidden place.

At this time, there were no passers-by on the street, and a statue erected on the corner of the street attracted his attention.

It was a bronze statue, which described the scene of a naked child sticking out his butt and peeing at the front master. In fact, the statue was specially erected to commemorate a famous event, but Qilin did not know the allusion, so he explained it as another meaning without authorization. Then he showed a relief expression on his face and walked quickly towards the statue. After approaching, Qilin found that there was a soft lawn planted around the statue, which made him more convinced of his guess.

(The interests of the city people are really weird...) Qilin stood at the statue, unbuttoned his pants, and then breathed out a long breath.

As the suppressed impulse was exuded, an incredible sense of liberation dominated Qilin's body. A comfortable expression appeared on Qilin's face, but at this moment...

"Oh? I'm so happy, little brother."

A strange voice suddenly sounded behind the back, the Qilin was frightened and the sound of water squeaked suddenly.

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The Qilin looked back like a reflection and saw an uncle with a grand beard standing behind him three or five steps, looking at him as if he was excited.

"What are you doing...?" The guilty Qilin put on a fierce look.

"It's nothing, I'll come too..." The uncle walked over slowly, stood next to Qilin, and then started to rush.

"Uh..." After a moment of shock, Qilin relaxed and thought that he was indeed not wrong.

In the following time, Qilin continued the interrupted movement while chatting with the bearded uncle beside him.

"Uncle, have you drunk too?" Qilin smelled the strong smell of alcohol floating from the uncle's body.

"Is it the same for little brother? Haha, it seems we are really destined to be."

"...Uncle, are you a noble?"

"Oh? Can you tell?"

"Well, because you don't look like a civilian dress."

"Speaking of this, the little brother is too... Huhu, this feeling is really comfortable... Having said that, do you hate nobles, little brother?"

"No, the common nobles and other things have nothing to do with me, only those who like and dislike them." Qilin replied. Although there are examples like Conrad among the nobles, No Yin's existence completely reversed his negative impression of the nobles. After careful thinking, Qilin finally had to transcend his identity constraints and stand in a non-biased manner.

"Oh oh oh, the attitude of the little brother is really admirable!" The uncle seemed to be sincerely admiring Qilin's attitude. "Some young people nowadays use 'you stinky nobles' as their catchphrase, and don't think about what they have done for the country. They only complain about those who work sincerely all day long, as if their misfortunes were caused by the nobles, which is really unbearable."

"Well, for one person, those guys are really useless..."

"Yeah, that's right. You're really sensible, little brother... But then again, even these useless people cannot leave it alone, guide them and find a suitable place in society. This is the job of the country."

"...I've said it, I'm too simple." Qilin looked at the bearded uncle with admiration.

"Where, little brother, you are very good! You don't avoid your likes and dislikes, and have a humble heart. There are fewer and fewer good young people like this and so straightforward..."

...Amid the sound of water discharge, Qilin and the noble uncle were having a warm conversation. When the sound of water discharge gradually weakened to disappear, the two seemed to have suddenly become old friends who could talk about everything.

"Huh, I haven't been peeing so well for a long time..." The uncle shook his body, tied his trousers and looked at the water marks on the marble mount. "Tsk tsk, doing bad things occasionally is also of great benefit to physical and mental health. Little brother, do you think so?"

"Bad things?" Qilin was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. "Isn't this a place to urinate?"

"No, of course not. This is a commemorative image of Wang Youming. The child who pees on it is a little hero with allusions..." Speaking of this, the uncle suddenly looked at Qilin with concern. "Little brother, are you okay? His face is very pale?"

"No... it's okay. No, nothing is wrong... Actually, I have long felt that I wouldn't have a statue of a peeing child casually. There is definitely a meaning in it..."

Qilin answered in a mechanical voice, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He treated a statue that was regarded as an important commemoration and was named "hero" in this way. Even if any reason was used to explain it, his behavior would definitely not be appropriate. Qilin couldn't help but feel a grand sense of guilt.

"What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!