"You said he asked you to go?" Graves drank the wine in front of him in one gulp.

The night has fallen.

Spirits and gunpowder.

Because Gangplank is organizing a second expedition to go north in recent days, the situation in Bilgewater has suddenly become tense.

Furthermore, the spirits and gunpowder, which are usually crowded with guests, also have very few guests.

"Yeah, isn't it good?" Chen Senran also took a sip of wine and smiled peacefully.

"Yeah, isn't it good?" The little fishman Fitz also burped in confusion and looked at Graves, "This way Jack can return to the battlefield legitimately, and he can build such a big

With his meritorious deeds, his name will definitely resound throughout the endless sea."

The more he talked, the more excited he became. In the end, he jumped on the table and started dancing happily.

It is indeed simple-minded. Even though it has experienced many battles and was baptized by blood and fire, it still has not been able to change its uncomplicated mind.

It just feels happy, purely, happy for its friends.

Graves is another kind of person. He is the kind of person who crawls out of the dirtiest muddy water. His essence is very similar to Planck, so he is used to looking at everything with suspicion.

So he easily smelled the strong murderous intent in this opportunity.

Lord Gangplank, the great Chairman of the Bilgewater Military Council, finally plans to take action against his most loyal subordinate.

"What are you going to do?" Graves looked at the empty wine glass and frowned.

"What do you think?" Chen Senran still smiled calmly. He seemed to know nothing.

But how could he know nothing?

"How about..." Graves' eyes flashed with fierceness, and he subconsciously grabbed the magical shotgun.

"No, we can't gain righteousness now. We can only wait for him to take action, or..." Chen Senran said no more, but drank the rest of the wine.

"What are you talking about? I can't understand you?" The little fishman Fitz touched his head and looked at the two people in front of him inexplicably. In his simple little head, he couldn't understand at all.

These are complicated things.

Isn't it obviously a good thing?

Why are you looking so sad?

"Aren't you afraid it will be too late?" Graves let go of the gun in his hand. He knew the methods of the man in front of him, and there were many things he said he couldn't do even if he said no.

"There's always time." Chen Senran shook his head, stood up and said, "Bring me a bottle of wine, I'm going to see my old friends."

A minute later, the wine was handed from Graves' hand to Chen Senran.

"It's this year's new wine, pure Higashishima sake. I brought it here specially for you."

"You have a heart." Chen Senran put on the wine and took two steps toward the door before suddenly stopping and saying, "Have you been following me for almost three years?"

"Well, three years and four months to be precise." Graves nodded.

"Why haven't you left yet? The one-year deadline has come early." Chen Senran did not turn around, his body was at the dividing point between light and darkness.

"You haven't helped me find that bastard yet." Graves lowered his head, and no one could see his expression.

"Let's go, the wind is about to rise. This is a storm that does not belong to you." Chen Senran smiled, a little low and kind, "You are my friend. Friends should not let their friends get into trouble.

You are in danger, go and finish your hatred, I...I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."

"Friends shouldn't put friends in danger, Jack, I'll give you this back." Graves laughed and walked back after saying this, "I'm going to drink ten bottles of wine tonight."

Ten bottles of wine?

They are all stubborn men to death.

Chen Senran smiled and stepped into the spring breeze blowing night while carrying the wine.

The spring breeze was surprisingly warm, and this warmth reminded him of the girl dancing in the night when the spring breeze blew through.

That white lotus blooms for only one night.

How are you on the other side of the sea?

Chen Senran walked along a familiar road to a familiar place.

Go meet a familiar friend.

The Swordsman in the Gale, Yasuo.

In three years, they have become very good friends.

Every time when the night gets dark, Chen Senran will go looking for Yasuo with good wine.

They didn't talk about anything else but just drank.

Yasuo still lives in that old hotel.

Now that hotel has been bought by Chen Senran and transferred to Yasuo.

Yasuo did not refuse, and continued to drink and chat with him, not talking about anything else.

This is probably the true friendship between gentlemen.

Chen Senran walked past the dim chandelier that had not rotted away for many years, walked up to the second floor, and knocked on the door.

"Come in, what kind of good wine are you having tonight?" Yasuo's voice came from inside, a little more approachable than before.

Chen Senran opened the door and didn't say anything. He just walked straight to Yasuo and put the wine on the stove.

"You can take a guess. Your nose is so good, you can definitely guess it."

Chen Senran sat down in front of Yasuo.

A pot of wine began to simmer warmly.

Neither of them spoke.

Just wait for the wine to open.

"Gudong——" The wine opened.

Yasuo was not afraid of being burned, so he took it off directly, pulled out the cap of the bottle, took a sip, and praised: "New wine, good wine, I have a lot of heart."

The room was soon filled with a faint aroma of wine.

Higashishima sake is light and mellow, not strong or strong, but has a different flavor.

Just like the ladies of the East Island, they have light eyebrows and clear eyes, and their charm comes naturally.

"Drink." Yasuo said one word and poured down the wine.

The two raised their glasses and drank.

Down a few cups.

A bottle of wine has reached its bottom.

"Good wine, good wine. Although there is no heavy snow, it has reached the artistic conception." Yasuo got excited about drinking and stood up and opened the window.

There is no heavy snow hitting our face, only the warm spring breeze.

The spring breeze warms the wine.

It's also a good time.

"Tell me, who do you want to kill?" Yasuo stood at the window for a while and suddenly said.

"Why do you think I want you to kill someone?" Chen Senran looked calm and slowly placed the cup in his hand on the soft couch.

"I am neither deaf nor stupid, so I naturally know what kind of trouble you will get into." Yasuo paused and then said, "I have drank from you for so many years, and I have to give you something to repay you. I have nothing else.

It only kills people."

"Now is not the time." Chen Senran did not deny it anymore, but stood up and said, "I'm leaving now and I'll come back to you next time."

"Next time..." Yasuo whispered by the window, "Then next time, bring back some sake."

"Definitely." Chen Senran chuckled and closed the door.

That's what friendship between men is like.

They won't say such bloody things as "I don't want you to die" with deep affection and enthusiasm.

They would just stand with their backs to each other in the dark and say, bring more wine next time.

So, please don’t die just like that.
Chapter completed!