"Several years ago, it was called the Gray Oak Tree."

At night.

Old street in the old town of War Academy.

The most popular tavern in the entire War Academy now-

In the Summoner's Tavern.

The guests are full.

The sound of the noise of drinking and shouting was mixed with the sound of fists to flesh coming from next door, and the sound of suppressed and low breathing.

Extremely weird.

But no one looked at the next door more.

Because everyone who comes here is used to it, they all know where next door is.

Fighting Club.

An organization that is now ranked in the entire rune world, its purpose is to find spiritual sublimation with the most primitive battles.

Its chapters have been opened throughout Valorand where there are taverns, and its members are spread throughout the rune world where there is wine and drink.

It is said that if the leader of this organization raises his arms and shouts, more than 100,000 people will gather in an instant.

Of course no one dares to mess with such a momentum and such a reputation.

More importantly, nine out of ten people who come to the Summoner's Tavern to drink are members of the Fighting Club.

Many of them just drink and rest outside, and after drinking, they have to go in and have another fight.

So no one was surprised at all about the situation next door.

Oh, if you really want to be surprised, it is probably that two new faces came from the drinking area outside today.

Moreover, it is the kind of face that will definitely attract attention.

In June, when they were already a little hot, they were wrapped in black robes that covered their bodies, without even a single hair being exposed.

They sat in the corner without saying a word.

It is incompatible with the noisy scenes around.

It was like a wolf that suddenly broke into the tiger group.

Such a breaker of rules will naturally attract the attention of some good people.

Moreover, at this time, some people are already interested in them.

"I said. Roy, you go first. If you can do it alone, I'll treat you tonight's drink."

Not too far from them, a muscular burly man whispered to his companions in a voice that they would hear.

After hearing this, people around the neighborhood also started to make excuses.

"Yes, Roy, come on, look at those two guys, those who hide their heads and tails, must be girls who dare not see anyone. If you fuck them down, I'll treat them tonight." Another guy who was also muscled about to grow into his brain took a sip of the strong wine. He patted the table and shouted.

"Roy, come on, I will win with you, two gold coins." The third person has even started betting.

"I bet you win, four gold coins."

"I bet you win too, five, get on!!!"

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll bet they won, hey. The two ladies over there, please help me, and the uncle won't let you crawl through my crotch, hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The shocking laughter almost overturned the roof of the house. Before the fight started, everyone seemed to have regarded the two men in black robes as two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

But the two people who are the Lamb themselves are still indifferent.

They were neither afraid nor excited, and they were silent like two sculptures.

"Okay, are you trying to break the rules? You have to hit the inside and the outside. You can't hit it." At this moment, a calm voice came out of all the noise.

The chaotic scene was stopped immediately.

It's strange to say that the voice was neither majestic nor cold, and the owner of the voice was also a little thin, but it suppressed everyone present.

"Joey..." The burly man who was first to attack coughed awkwardly and said, "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Yes, we're all kidding." The others immediately agreed.

The man named Joey didn't pursue it anymore, but just nodded, then slowly walked towards the two men in the black robe sitting in the corner with two glasses of wine.

"Your wine." He put it down and said with a smile, "use it slowly."

"Thank you, Joey." One of the men in black robes suddenly said.

"Do you know my name?" Joey, who was about to turn around, stopped and looked at the man in black and said.

He tried hard to see through the man in black robe in front of him with his glasses that he had seen many things. What was hidden under his black robe.

but……

There is nothing.

"Oh, they just called my name." He said this as if he had reacted.

"No, of course I know you, Joey, the top bartender in the Summoner Tavern, and the receptionist outside the Fighting Club headquarters. You are very famous." The man in black robe shook his head, picked up a glass of wine and said slowly.

"You praise me. I'm just a guardian. Oh, of course, if you are interested in Vic, you can come to me at any time." A little surprise flashed in Joey's eyes, but then he hid it well and began to retreat with a smile.

"Taste, the wheat field watcher, good stuff." The man in black robe shook the wine glass in his hand slightly, allowing the rich wheat fragrance to spread around.

"I don't drink." The man in black robe on the opposite side finally said the first sentence.

"Oh, I forgot, you are a monk, are you keeping the precepts?" The man in black robe who was holding the wine finally took a sip of the wine in the glass.

"Do you know why I am here?"

"Why?"

"I said that this place, several years ago, was called the gray oak tree." The man in black robe took another sip of wine and said as if he sighed. "At that time, it was not that noisy. I also sat in this position and drank with another person. At that time, we all said we wanted to marry the woman we like."

"What happened later?"

"Later..." The man in black robe paused for a moment.

It stopped for a long time.

long time.

It’s been a long time, and everything goes back to the night when there is only the empty wine glass and the silent side face of the man in the dark.

"Later, that man died, and he didn't marry that woman." The man in black robe finally said.

"What about you?"

"I..." The man in black robe suddenly poured all the remaining wine into his throat.

Then swallow it little by little, as if you want to experience the things that exist in the wine bit by little, once.

But, it has passed.

The Wheat Field Watcher is no longer the original taste. It has added strange ingredients to add texture, but it has no pureness as it used to be.

The gray oak tree is no longer a gray oak tree. It has been expanded and decorated more luxuriously. It is now called the Summoner's Tavern.

Even the little bartender of that year has now grown up a beard, no longer as immature as he was back then, low-key and calm, and stands alone.

Time, how many things have you taken away?

"Let's go." The man in black robe stood up and began to walk out.

When he left, his figure was a little hunched, as if... lonely?

Joey looked at his back and felt familiar for a moment.

But just when he wanted to say something.

The door suddenly opened.

A pink figure slid into the arms of the man in black.

"Ah—" A cry resounded throughout the noisy tavern.

Suddenly, everyone stood up.

Everyone looked at the man in black robe with murderous eyes.

And his companions have been stopped.

because.

The person he hits is someone he should never hit.

It's this tavern, no, it should be from the entire War Academy, goddess.

"Sorry, Miss, I bumped into you." The man in black robe seemed to have not felt the murderous intent, and he apologized calmly at the beautiful girl in front of him who would shine even in the dark night, as if he had not seen it.

It's like a blind man.
To be continued...