Chapter 4: The Disqualified Knight

Old Patton?

I have to say that this old man really knows how to pick a name.

The old leader of the Knights of the Explosion Flame, Sereth, looked at the Grand Duke of Frances, who was acting crazy and stupid. Since last night, the old man has been in the Knights' Association's bar with Feng Kan. He has been familiar with the young people in the Knights for only one night, but if he talks about his background, no one really knows it.

What is the secret of this old man who calls himself the Free Ranger? Not to mention Serez, everyone is very curious about this question.

"That, 'Barton'...Sir? May I ask, isn't the Saint Warrior with you?" Lanchester reacted quickly. Although he didn't know the true intention of Grand Duke Francis, in this case, he could only cooperate with this shameless old guy to act.

"Sir, do you know me?" The grassland elf Maver came to join in the fun at this time.

"This...yes." Hesitated for a moment. Although he wanted to say that he didn't know this old guy, the education he received over the years made Lanchester choose to tell the truth.

"That boy is still crawling on the bed, and the mere four barrels of Doron Bran was knocked down. This little guy still needs exercise." Grand Duke Francis glanced at the petite grassland elf with interest, and then answered the young priest's question.

"Ah?" After hearing this, Lanchester was sweating coldly.

It's so unimportant. Does that guy know what his position is now? Is it really okay to let this guy be the spokesperson for Aussettine? The young God-Selected Priest had a question about Aussettine he believed in for the first time in his life.

“… Alcoholism is not a good habit.”

After thinking for a long time, Lanchester finally squeezed out such a painful or itchy word.

"Hahahahaha, can men even call them men if they can't drink?" Grand Duke Francis didn't take his words to heart at all.

"No...this..." Looking at the little tongue trembling back and forth in the eldest son's throat, the cold sweat on Lanchester's forehead shook like a waterfall.

What logic is this? If you can't drink, you are not a man? By the way, the young divine priest has never touched a drop of wine since he was a child. If you follow the logic of this old guy, then he is not...

"Hey, I said you are going to stand in this place and chat?" Mei Fuer had already rode on her small and delicate grassland short horse again. It seemed that she had already become a little impatient. "Hurry up and go back to the association! I have a lot of questions to ask this 'Old Patton'."

After she reminded others, she noticed that before she knew it, there were more and more pedestrians around her. Although she did not get close because of such a large group of people, standing in a distance and waiting and watching could satisfy her little curiosity.

"Since that's the case, I'll talk about anything later. Biboras, pick some people to stay and continue to assist the city defense force, and everyone else will go back to the association."

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I still want to confirm the situation of Lord Saint Warrior first. Mr. 'Barton' would like to ask you to take care of him first."

The efforts of others to control him so that he could not see that he had already started to grit his teeth. Lanchester said politely with a smile. Of course, if he ignored the protrusion of the character "well" on his forehead, then his performance would undoubtedly be very successful.

"Then we should go together. That little guy is lying in the association now." Grand Duke Francis showed his little tongue again and disgusting. The loyal human chariot was also a little suspicious of his eyes. When he was at Walken, although the Grand Duke was very generous, he had never seen him like this. He was in the enemy's territory but he did not feel a sense of crisis. Is this still the powerful Duke of Steel?

The people around him were black. This old guy didn’t really regard himself as an outsider. It was obvious that it was the first time we met each other yesterday.

"Has the Holy Warrior not returned to his residence?"

Lanchester held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a flash of splendor flashed in his eyes hidden behind the lens.

"I haven't been back." Grand Duke Francis began to twist his hard stubble again, "Is there any problem?"

"No, I just care why the Italians don't go back to their residence, right?"

"It has nothing to do with me!" The old man waved his hand quickly. In fact, as soon as they arrived at Portral, they were dragged to the Rangers Association by that guy. To be honest, even the palace that the Duke wanted to visit the first thing they wanted to visit the first did not have time to take a look.

"Sir, I didn't say anything."

Haven't said anything yet? The look of his eyes clearly suspected that the old man had taken the guy apart.

If it was really done by Francis, the old man would never deny it, and he would probably boast about how he made a young man realize the colorful life. But the problem is that this time it really doesn't matter to him, and he is unwilling to take responsibility for the things he hasn't done before.

"We'd better go back and have a look. It's my responsibility to assist the Holy Warrior. I also want to have a 'detailed discussion' with the adults in person."

Although I was very kind, when Lanchester said the last word "talk about it", I could hear that the two words were squeezed out from the gaps of my teeth.

“Uh… um…”

My mouth was so dry, and it seemed like a handful of powerful desiccant in my mouth sucked all the water dry. It was as hot as if I was swallowing a red coke in my throat, and it seemed that countless villains were holding chisels and smashing them all over.

I really don’t want to regain consciousness. Hangover is the eternal enlightenment of a person who is greedy for a cup. No matter how happy he drinks on the first day, he must go through this trial like a Shura field the next morning. But even so, the magic of the thing in the cup can always make people quickly forget this painful experience.

"It hurts so much!"

Feng Kan hugged his head weakly. When did he lose consciousness last night, he had no impression of it. He only remembered that he had the first time meeting with a guy who looked very well-educated, stupid and naive, and a little stupid guy said something, and then pushed the silly boy to the table to be the last cannon fodder...

What did you say? Well! If you can't remember it, it's not a big deal anyway. The main problem at the moment is - who can pour us a glass of water?

"Well!"

The *** sound that was dying was heard in my ears, and then I noticed that most of my body was actually wrapped around the other guy's body.

With a painful expression and a dead fish-like look, you can tell that your appearance is actually not much different from the one next to you, but who is this guy?

"Uh! Water..."

The same demand leaked out of another mouth, which saved Feng Kan the effort to speak. It would be great if he could benefit from it. This is the lazy philosophy of life - this guy is a standard lazy person.

"……Who are you?"

The blood-covered red eyes finally had a trace of focus, and the brain, which had been baptized by the cruel alcohol, finally turned a little. The young man with one hand on Feng Kan's belly came to the ground and asked a question that looked more like a normal person should consider.

“…Who are you?”

I had a vague impression. I seemed to have seen this guy in front of me and never saw him. Have you seen him?

“…Where is this?”

"...Look at this ceiling full of modern humanistic and artistic atmosphere... It is probably the Rangers Association..."

“…What are you talking about?”

"...I don't know what I'm talking about...but you should know where this place is when you look at that sign."

There is a Rangers Association badge the size of a wheel hanging on the wall, as long as the St. Ostans do not recognize this sign means anything.

“…Rangers Association?…How could I be here?”

"You ask me, who am I asking?...Who are you? And... Please take your hand away from my belly? I'm not used to being touched by men."

Some people say, "When men have cigarettes and wine, there will be stories."

There is a story, but my mind seems to be gone.

The young man ignored Feng Kan's joke and sat up from the floor with difficulty, dazed in a daze, looking at the smell of decadence.

"...Do you want to get up? Please pour me a glass of water."

The dry and hot feeling in the cavity reminded him to solve this problem as soon as possible. Feng Kan waved his hand lazily, but he was very casual. Brothers in difficulty should help each other.

The young man seemed to have not heard anything he said, but just murmured with his head down and snorted.

"...Don't you know where the water is?... By the way, I don't know either." Feng Kan turned his head stiffly, and then saw the scene of "corpses everywhere" on the surrounding floor.

“…Are all killed?”

To be honest, it was his first time to come to the barbecue behind the Rangers Association. I really didn't expect that the back door of the Rangers Association was the entrance to the barbecue, which was really an integrated design.

"What did I do?"

Full of pain and repentance, the young man covered his face and cried in regret.

"Uh... Is drinking a great thing?"

“…I…I have lost my qualifications as a knight…”

“…No! Yes!?”

What does it mean? Feng Kan's mind was a little overwhelmed.

"...Is there any rule that the knight cannot drink? No! Having said that, it turns out that you are not a Ranger, but a Knight?"

The young man didn't explain, or he was too lazy to explain.

Drinking is no big deal. No organization is strictly prohibited from drinking. Before being a knight, he was a man first! A man would always come into contact with the things in the glass several times in his life.

But getting drunk is a big problem.

Especially today.

Today is the day when Bardolian is about to report to the Knights of Wang Li.
Chapter completed!