"Woo"

Simon was stunned after flashing.

He stared in disbelief at the two feasting guys in front of him.

What do you mean?

Ryan smiled innocently at him, and patted Lothar's back with his back, who was choked by Simon's sudden flash.

"What a coincidence?"

"Um"

Simon moved his eyes away and turned around in front of the barbecue pile in front of them. Ryan, you went to the kitchen in the afternoon to steal food to make a small meal by yourself in the evening? You are so bored for stuttering.

Simon suddenly felt that the world was too fantasy, and he wanted to be quiet again.

"Cough!" Losar, who finally got rid of the embarrassing way of choking to death by food with the help of Ryan, spoke at the time: "Who is this? Why haven't I seen it before? You know Ryan?"

"Well, what I mentioned to you today is that interesting guy, Simon Simon Morning Breeze." Ryan introduced: "This is my friend, Lossa Anduin Lossa."

"Hello." Simon greeted Losa. At this time, Losa could not see the spirit of decisive killing in the future. Of course, the most important thing was that his current thick head could not see any sign of the Mediterranean, which made Simon unable to help but bend the corners of his mouth.

Simon's proactive greeting also made Losa feel that this elf is very acquainted, and it can't help but look particularly pleasing to the eye.

Seeing that Losa did not mean to hate Simon, Ryan said politely: "Since it's such a coincidence, why not eat something? As long as you don't dislike it."

dislike?

Simon glanced at the grilled skewers on the fire rack, struggled for a second and decisively pulled his moral offense.

What? You said he doesn't need to eat.

Yes, that's right.

But I can't be greedy?!

Anyway, it was Ryan who invited him.

So Simon sat down and joined Ryan's barbecue party very casually.

His pleasure surprised Ryan. After all, the elf in front of him was really breaking through Ryan's perception of the elf. Lothar didn't care about so much. Simon's pleasure was not pretentious and he happily handed Simon a cup. "Come on, try this!"

Simon looked at the cup, which contained a dark red liquid, and smelled it fragrant.

Alas!!

It looks like a high-end wine!!!

As a good kid who is not allowed to drink alcohol but is greedy and itchy, Simon couldn't help but lit his eyes and quickly tasted it.

The rich fruity aroma and sweet wine scent bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and there was a refreshing feeling of sparkling wine, without any spicy or sour taste. Simon couldn't help but shouted OK, and he yelled half a cup of it. "Wow! What a good wine!"

"Oh! You know the goods!" Losa was even happier. He patted Simon on the shoulder hard. "This is Dalaran's special brew! It's very difficult to drink it elsewhere here!"

"Simon is Master Crasus's apprentice, so I must have drunk it." Ryan said after holding a skewer in his hand, biting her mouth and swallowing it.

"Well in Dalaran, such high-end wine is hard to drink. After all, I am just an apprentice." Simon said haha.

"Oh, apprentice?"

Ryan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lothar. "Then you have to drink a few more drinks! Let me tell you, this wine with barbecue is the best!"

"That's it!" Simon did not refuse and started to swear with Losa.

"Lian, you should be quick, we've all finished eating!"

Simon, who was unceremonious, came in. It was obvious that the food barbecue level could not keep up with the consumption level. Simon was fine, but Lothar ordered Ryan without hesitation.

Ryan's face slit up, but Simon, who was smart and sharp-eyed, could still see the veins that were jumping on his forehead. "Is the guy who doesn't work hard qualified to say this?"

"You don't want my Talia to help."

"It's obviously her dislike it, okay? Besides, isn't you the happiest person she doesn't come?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Then I'll bake it."

"Stop it! Are the things you baked edible? I don't want to see Terenas on a stretcher tomorrow."

"That's not going to be knotted! Move faster!"

Losa whistled, and I'm a gangster, I don't care, I'll eat your expression.

Simon felt that he had just met the two of them for a while and accidentally joined the jokes. Therefore, he shifted his eyes with the action of drinking, but he felt that his eyes were looking at him. He looked reflexively, but he didn't expect that he would show something interesting again.

In the corner of the diagonal corner, wasn't it Silvi who saw his eyes hiding back?

Simon didn't think much about it, and flashed over.

"Hey, where has Simon been?" Lothar, who was arguing with Ryan, suddenly appeared and disappeared.

Ryan also frowned, but before he could say anything, he saw Simon appearing next to them again, holding a maid dressed in his hand.

"Ahhh, sorry, sorry. I happened to see someone I knew, please let her help."

As he said that, he asked Silvi, who was two steps behind him. "Can you barbecue?"

Silvi nodded silently, holding his hands tightly, looking very nervous.

Ryan and Losa exchanged glances.

Lothar smiled and said, "Karazan's servant?"

Silvi nodded again.

"Why have I never seen you?"

Silvie's hand tightened. "I am just the lowest-level servant. I am not worthy of serving the distinguished guest."

Simon was a little unhappy and didn't understand why Lothar suddenly asked this.

Ryan's eyes fell on the gauze on Silvey's face and said, "It's okay, come here and help me."

"Ryan" Losa seemed to want to say something, but was blocked by Ryan's faint smile. He turned his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Whatever you want, I just eat it anyway!"

"Don't worry, I won't eat you to death." Ryan replied as if jokingly.

Simon glanced at Silvi's hand that was tightly twisted, feeling that he seemed to have done something unnecessary.

Although he felt that he had done something wrong because he felt that the atmosphere was subtle and wrong, things were already like this. He had no choice, not to mention that he didn't know what he had done wrong and how to make up for it.

He could only pull up Losa, who was obviously unhappy on his face and frequently raises his glass to persuade him to drink.

My 5,000-year-old culture of the Great Heavenly Kingdom, and the 6,000-year-old history of drinking is not a joke. Although Simon is just a half-hearted person, his few moments are enough to persuade the same young Lossa.

With the help of alcohol, the unhappiness on Losa's face soon disappeared. However, the food he ate was significantly reduced, and he just kept sipping there.

"This wine has a lot of momentum, Lothar, you've drunk too much." Ryan glanced at the stock in the bottle and reminded slowly.
Chapter completed!