On the long journey, I will never see the spirit of coming. The three of them, who are in harmony with each other, have their own thoughts, cannot guess, cannot say, and cannot understand. They say goodbye to the mountainous areas that have experienced hardships, stay away from the barren lands, gallop on the vast and rich plains, and return to the bustling civilization.

In front is the town of Cologne, the place where the trial begins and ends.

"Green, what are your plans next?"

In front of the city gate, Keretler stopped the thin horse under his crotch and turned his head to ask Xia Langong, who looked indifferent.

"There is still one week before the deadline for the assessment, and I am going to stay in Cologne for a few days." Xia Landi rode forward slowly, without looking at the horse.

"Then Willy and I will return to the station first." Corrett said.

Xia Lan waved her hand and stepped into the open gate of Cologne without looking back.

Looking at his back as he was gradually moving away, Corret shook his head and greeted Willie with a dull look, "Let's go."

Unexpectedly, Willie remained indifferent and still stared at the front.

"Willie?!" Corret urged with a frown.

"Corret, I want to drink." Willie finally spoke.

"Willie, relying on alcohol paralysis cannot solve anything," said Corrett.

"I just want to get drunk once."

Willie turned his head and smiled at him, then rode towards Cologne without hesitation.

Corret sighed secretly, and he could only keep up with him, because he wanted to get drunk once, and it had nothing to do with anything else. As Willy said, he just wanted to get drunk before he could stop.

After finding a tavern with a quiet environment, sitting in a dark corner, calling on the bartender to bring the most intense pure ale. Corrett and Willie sat opposite each other, looking at each other silently, only to raise their glasses and sip down.

The stimulation and spicy entrance of the mouth was like burning fire into the throat and stomach. The limbs and bones were filled with heat. They burped suddenly. Corrett's face turned slightly red and his brain was a little dizzy. It was not the first time he drank alcohol, but he had never drunk such a strong alcohol.

On the contrary, Willie's face remained unchanged, as if she had drunk a glass of ordinary boiled water.

Some people like to talk after drinking, while others are taciturn after drinking. People who don’t like drinking usually don’t understand people who like drinking. They usually have a question: even though the alcohol is not good at all, why do they like to drink?

In fact, there are very few people who really like drinking. Most people don’t like the taste of wine, but the feeling of being drunk.

Although escape, courage and venting are not enough to summarize the reasons for people who are drunk, most people are nothing more than this.

Wine is a good thing.

At least, it gives people another channel to express their feelings.

One cup after another, Corrett, who was unable to drink, tried to maintain his last slight soberness and not let himself fall asleep on the table. He shook his head. Willie was still drinking in his hazy sight. He urged him to drink, and as soon as he reached his mouth, he let a burp go back. Perhaps he was a little sober, thinking that since he was here to get drunk, why should he persuade him to drink to affect the atmosphere?

As night fell, there were more and more people in the tavern, and all kinds of noisy discussions could be heard everywhere. The most heated topic was that the Heather Empire, which destroyed the Angrien Kingdom some time ago, suddenly accumulated heavy troops in the area of ​​Brunswick Salus. As we all know, Brunswick and Salus are important border towns within the sphere of influence of the Glorious Temple. Its strategic significance is equivalent to the Yannan Mountains in the Kingdom of Angrien. Once the two fall, it means that the road to the Revelation Mountain will be completely flat.

What does the Heather Empire want to do? Could it be that the Heather Empire is so crazy that it wants to start a war with the religious organization that existed in Elderland for tens of thousands of years? Another chaotic dark age is coming? Of course, very few people have this idea. After all, anyone knows the important power of the Heather Empire in Elderland. As long as the royal family and noble senior officials of the Heather Empire have no problem with their minds, no one will dare to start a war with the Heather Empire!

Nowadays, the mainstream thoughts of the public are inclined to the Heather Empire for fear that the Knights of the Radiance Church will dispatch the Knights to interfere with their invasion of the expansion and unification, so they are overwhelming to show their tough attitude of not giving in.

The Glorious Church, which is committed to peace, sent a large envoy to the capital of the Heather Empire. Three white-clothed herders were prepared to launch a series of negotiations under the escort of 500 knights of the sacred sacred knights. Now the envoys are about to arrive in Droxichen, and the entire continent is paying attention to the results of the negotiations.

War or peace?

Where will the future fate of the Elderland Continent go?

According to the latest military trends of the Heather Empire, their war steps towards the west have spread to the Principality of Beberneil. Many port cities on the southern coast of the mainland are often attacked by the Heather Empire's navy. It may not take long before the war will completely ignite the entire Central and Southern Continent of Elderland.

"Did you find out? There have been more and more people fleeing to the Qixi Mountain area recently. The city hall has been worried about this matter recently."

At the closest wine table to Willy and Corrett, three or five neatly dressed townspeople gathered together, but someone said worriedly.

"Not that, you go to the Lumai District to take a look. Now you can see idle faces everywhere on the street. Crimes such as stealing and robbery are frequent. Even two days ago, there were evil murders. The Holy Light is here! Is this still our peaceful and beautiful Cologne?" The deskmate couldn't help but complain. "Now I don't dare to go out alone at night. I'm worried that my life and property will be violated without anyone to accompany me."

"I have a relative who works as a secretary in the city hall. I heard from him that the city hall has been in trouble these two days. Some people advocate expelling the refugees in the city and arrange them all in the temporary shed outside the city. Another part believes that this is not in line with the doctrine of the charity of the church, and firmly opposes it. As a result, bureaucrats of the city hall, big and small, are fighting every day, and now they are in the church of Valladon to ask for the bishop's verdict." One person drank the wine in his glass and said.

"If I ask me to say that all the refugees in the city should be driven out and the peace of Cologne is restored!" a man shouted.

"After all, there are still many good people among the refugees. We cannot treat all good people and bad people equally." One person objected. "The teachings of the church teach us to be humble, gentle and patient in everything, and tolerate each other with love!"

"If refugees hurt you and your family and affect your life, will you still tolerate them with love?" the man snorted coldly. "Don't forget the teachings that teach us that lovers should not be false, evil should be disgusted, good should be close!"

“…”

"Don't argue, two." One person came out to smooth things out and said: "It's rare for everyone to come out to drink and relax. Don't continue these heavy topics."

"After that, the patrol team responsible for public security has been seriously insufficient recently. It seems that the City Hall is planning to recruit a group of staff. Do any of you want to go?" The person with a relative in the City Hall changed the topic at the right time.

"Forget it, it's good to help my nephew in the store." One person refused with a smile.

"I want to recommend my second son in my family to go, but unfortunately he has been weak since childhood. I am worried that he can't stand the pain of the patrol team. Look at how busy the patrol team has been. I say that Lelin, who works in the patrol team on the street, is busy until the early morning to barely return home. His wife has complained to neighbors several times!" Someone shook his head and sighed.

"Hey! I'm going to say that the town hall cannot recruit people at will. Have you forgotten the trial students who came to participate in the Knights' assessment? Their second round of assessment seems to be about to end. It's possible that the town hall will ask the Church of Vallad to pull them all out to make up for the lack of patrol personnel." Someone guessed.

"What are you kidding? Those who will become noble Knights of the Trial in the future will be able to be in the small patrol!" one person immediately retorted.

"Of course it is impossible for those trial students who are qualified to be the Knights of the Celestial Palace, but what about the trial students who are eliminated?" the man said confidently.

"It is indeed very possible as you said." The retorted suddenly awakened.

Corrett, who had all the talk on the table, suddenly smiled bitterly. He supported his head with his hands, and his eyes fell on Willy, who was still drinking numbly, and God knew how much wine he had drunk.

"Willie, do you think we can get rid of it?"

Seeing Willy not answer, Corrett said to himself: "If we are eliminated, perhaps joining the town patrol team is my best choice..."

He seemed to have something to express, but in the end he sighed deeply, raised the remaining wine in the glass beside the table and drank it all.

"Willie, Corrett, long time no see."

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Corret looked up, and when his drunken eyes saw the person in his sight clearly, he stood up suddenly, reached out and tightened his sleeves, with a ferocious face roaring: "Relph! You, a coward who abandons your companions, still have the face to see us?"

The visitor was Relf, ​​who had no news not long ago. Facing Corrett's stern voice and slight attack, he just reached out to wipe the spit on the other party's face, and said calmly and naturally: "I'm a coward, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" Corrett pulled his sleeves hard again.

"What were you doing when Willy and Connill escaped from the village? What were you doing when they were ambushed?" Relf threw a sharp question after another to him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's true that I am a coward who escaped in the face of battle, but you were not much better than you who were unwilling to betray your companions, right?"

When Corret heard this, his pupils shrank, and the secret in his heart was exposed and pierced, he immediately punched Relf in the face.

Relf did not dodge and took his blow, and turned his head, he looked at Corret coldly, and shook his tight cuffs with his body, touching his swollen cheeks. He spat blood on the ground, leaving a word, and then turned away with disdain.

"If I unfortunately get out this time, believe me, you will be no exception."

His meaning is self-evident. If you dare to report me to abandon my companion, I will repay the same kind of color for the same reason. No one can be better!

The brief farce only caused panic in the surrounding tables. Before the people in the tavern came forward, they had already ended in a hurry. For a moment, except for the curious eyes that occasionally came to see, the tavern returned to its original normal noisy.

Half-awakened, Corret sat back on the chair. He gritted his teeth and looked at Willy with pain and guilt.

"Willie! I was sorry for you and Connell at the beginning. If I hadn't retreated..."

"No need to say more." Willie whispered to interrupt his subsequent apology. "It's over."

"Willie, don't you blame me?" Corret said in a daze.

“…”

Willie smiled slightly, then fell heavily on the wine table.

He was already drunk, he was already drunk a long time ago.

But he couldn't stop wanting to drink.

People are drunk, but their hearts are not drunk.

Tomorrow, he will have a new beginning.

He will say goodbye to the past, say goodbye to his companions, say goodbye to himself.

The past is heartbreaking, companions are heartbreaking, and oneself is disgusting.

Whether it is escaping or weakness, it will be his choice in the end. To be continued.
Chapter completed!