Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 324 Drunk
"Two glasses of fruit wine, send it to that table, and...bring over another large bucket."

Cyril greeted Misha and Elena, and then sat down opposite Leonardo.

At this time, the Onion Knight was not wearing his onion-like helmet, revealing the mature face of an uncle who had experienced many vicissitudes.It's just that compared to the usual self-confidence with a little flair, there are deep hollows under his eyes at this moment, making him extremely haggard.

Even the short gray hair looked a little pale in the candlelight.

Cyril pushed the wine glass in front of Leonardo, who just glanced at it, but didn't touch it, just said softly:
"The Magic Plain is over, is there anything else?"

His voice was unusually dry and hoarse, with an indifferent attitude, completely different from before.

But Cyril didn't answer him directly, but raised his glass and raised it to him: "Cheers."

Leonardo curled his lips and turned his head: "Brother, I'm not in the mood to drink with you right now."

But the wine glass still stopped in front of him, and when he turned his head again, what he saw were the young man's stubborn, pale green eyes.

He sighed, finally picked up the wine glass, touched Cyril lightly, and drank it down.

Leonardo poured the wine glass upside down, indicating that the glass was empty: "Okay, I'm done drinking, I have something to talk about, so get out."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of something dragging on the board, and then two bartenders held a large barrel and placed it beside Leonardo, panting:

"The wine you want, a big barrel."

Seeing Leonardo's stunned expression, Cyril couldn't help grinning, snatched Leonardo's cup, refilled it, and then uttered a devil whisper:

"Don't try to run until you finish drinking."

"What to drink, I'm very busy, I don't have time to accompany you..." Leonardo was about to stand up when he heard the young man say slowly:

"I remember that someone seemed to be facing the dragonborn, and was photographed flying away without doing anything? Oh, I understand, you feel ashamed of me, and you are embarrassed to face me?"

"Fart! Without me here, you little bastard was whipped to death by the dragon's tail long ago!" Leonardo clapped his hands on the table, sat back down again, and grabbed the wine glass, "Drink as long as you drink, don't run away if you don't finish drinking !"

As he said, he gulped down the wine, then filled it up, drank it dry again, and finally knocked the wooden cup on the table with a "bang", pointed at Cyril's nose and said, "What about you? How do you drink it?" Don't drink?"

This is the kind of large wooden cup, which is heavy in the hand when it is empty, and each cup has a lot of weight.Cyril slowly picked up the wine glass, pretending to drink heavily, and looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Leonardo had already filled another glass of wine and was gulping it down.

Under the flickering candlelight, he seemed to see that the corners of the middle-aged knight's eyes were already red.

One cup, one cup, another cup.

Under the candlelight, he could only be seen raising and lowering his glass, raising and lowering his glass.After an unknown amount of time, when he reached out to grab the wine again, the wine glass was in the barrel, but it was empty.

Leonardo let go of his hand, and the glass fell into the wine barrel. He pressed down hard, and the weight of the armor made the chair creak.That vicissitudes of life face was full of sleepiness and flushed red.Putting his hands on the table, he suddenly approached Cyril, squinted his white drunken eyes, and stared at Cyril's face.

Then he let out a "hehe" laugh: "Old...brother, your face is as good-looking as my daughter's."

While he was speaking, there was also a belch, and a billow of alcohol sprayed on Cyril's face.Cyril didn't even frown, but just listened quietly.

"Actually... I knew I couldn't get her back, I just wanted to come here to try again, because I can't remember how I lost her."

"That memory, I should have kept it firmly in my mind, but it's just a little bit faint, I... I can't touch it, so here I am, here I am again, hiccup."

"Then I remembered, I remembered it all, I won, I beat me, even though it was really embarrassing to win. Then it made me make a wish, and I said I wanted her back, and she did. "

"But she also went to fight, I couldn't move, I could only watch, it was blurry, in the end she also won, she, she..."

Leonardo's voice suddenly became extremely choked, and an indistinct voice entered Cyril's ears:

"She said she was going to make me heal and get me out of here."

"Then I watched a door open in front of me, sending me out of that damned city, but she was inside, already, already..."

"It has disappeared forever..."

After saying this, the middle-aged knight couldn't hold back any longer, tears came out of his eyes, and he fell on the table, hitting the wooden table with his fist.

The bartender at the side noticed the strange situation here, and wanted to come over to say something, but saw that the young man opposite the howling armored monster stretched out his hand, and a silver Terry fell into his hand, so he stepped back and ignored it.

And Leonardo, who was lying on the table, was still talking non-stop, either sobbing and whispering, or howling like crying, incoherent, and Cyril couldn't understand a word.

He turned his head and saw the huge black shadow of the middle-aged knight cast on the wall under the candlelight, dancing up and down with his fists, extremely ferocious.

But the heart under the shadow is fragile and full of scars.

Cyril could only listen to Leonardo's constant talking. Gradually, Leonardo seemed to be completely drunk, and there were only bursts of murmurs left in his mouth.After a while, he finally became silent.

Cyril could clearly hear his last words, which vaguely said "If there is a chance, I will definitely marry my daughter to you".

It's so funny, I don't even want my daughter when I'm drunk, I'm afraid it's not my own.

Half elves, what's so good about half elves, are they as rich as Mia?

Cyril was thinking wildly, listening to the snoring of the knight on the table.He sat quietly for a while, got up and asked the bartender to put Leonardo into the room for a while, and then walked back to the room where he lived.

The door slowly opened, and Cyril seemed to see Elena and Misha in their pajamas standing up all of a sudden.He knew that he had gone to the wrong room, but his own figure became unsteady at some point, and before the door was fully opened, he suddenly fell headfirst.

When Leonardo was binge drinking, he wasn't completely idle, and he didn't say that he drank... seven or eight cups?Ninety cups?

This fruit wine has great stamina...

Elena's anxious voice was vaguely heard, but Cyril no longer had the strength to stand up and respond.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep completely.

　Leonardo is probably very mature, and he will bury his pain in his heart instead of expressing it directly.

　　But in the end, you still have to vent.

　　I have never drank like this before, and I don't know if the writing is appropriate, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)