Chapter 1216 Donation

Brave Bar.

Throwing away their coats and wearing vests and shirts, Cromwell and Xifa came to this bar on Iron Gate Street.

Outside the heavy black wooden gate, there was a strong man who was nearly two meters away with his arms folded.

He nodded to Cromwell, and then took the initiative to push open the heavy door.

Now is the best time for bar business, and there are constant cheers and cheers coming from inside.

Let Xifa feel the fireworks in the world, and feel that the humanity in his body has become stronger unconsciously.

When he and Cromwell walked in, they saw two tables in the center of the bar.

There was a dog-and-mouse game there, but it's empty now.

On the other stage, two boxers were wrestling. You punched each other fiercely and punched to the flesh. The adrenaline rush of the audience cheered for the boxers who bet on each and cursed their opponents loudly. .

The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat filled the air.

Sifa let the breeze blow gently around his body to speed up the dissipation of these smells, which was not noticed by others.

While walking towards the bar, he took out a small hand that was reaching into his pocket, and walked forward as if he didn't see it.

When he finally sat on the high chair next to the bar, Cromwell had already ordered two glasses of Southwell beer.

"Where did you go during this time, I thought I had no chance to see you again."

Pushed one of the bubbly beers to Xifa.

Seefa watched as Cromwell took out a handful of pennies, counted out 10pence and handed it to the bartender.

He picked up the big wooden cup filled with golden liquor and took a sip.

Said.

"I've been to a lot of places."

"Now, I'm a big shot."

Cromwell smiled, not paying attention.

"Then I have to congratulate you."

"Perhaps you should buy me a few drinks."

Xifa laughed and said there was no problem.

After a few sips of beer.

Xifa looked at this 'arbitrator': "Are you already a Sequence 6?"

Cromwell nodded: "Your sequence should not be low."

He lowered his voice: "Are you a demigod?"

Just now.

A 'Secret Puppet Master' was blown to pieces by Xifa with a snap of his fingers without any resistance.

In Cromwell's cognition, there seems to be no better explanation than demigods.

Xifa smiled: "It's about the same, anyway, it's just a little bit higher than your sequence."

paused.

Xifa said seriously: "My friend, stop at Sequence 6, don't go any higher."

"The road to a high sequence is not easy. The higher the sequence, the more crazy and twisted it will be."

"The risk of getting out of control is also increasing."

"If you just want to live comfortably, Sequence 6 is enough."

Cromwell was startled, looked at Xifa seriously, and then nodded: "I see."

The two then drank and didn't talk.

After a while.

Cromwell said, "Have you seen Lynn?"

Xifa smiled: "I have been to Trier several times, but unfortunately, every time I go to Trier, I either have something to do, or I am hunted down."

"No time to find Lynn."

Cromwell laughed and said, "He wrote me a letter, and he seems to be doing quite well in Trier."

"He's married to a down-and-out noble lady."

"The other party looks good. Relying on some channels from that lady, Lynn's career is now developing very well in Trier."

He raised his glass: "To friends?"

Xifa smiled, raised his glass and tapped lightly: "To my friend."

"Wish them all the best."

At this time.

The wine was gone.

Sifa knocked on the bar, ordered two more drinks, and threw a 1 soli bill.

Cromwell turned around, held a large wooden cup, looked at the people in the bar and said, "After the war, it hasn't been this lively for a long time."

"Backlund is recovering its previous aura."

"There are opportunities everywhere right now."

"I think you can stay."

"You are already a demigod."

"It can even get royally important."

"Or, you can join our MI9."

Cifer didn't interrupt him.

Feeling Cromwell's imperceptible concern.

Wait until the 'arbitrator' finishes speaking.

Xifa nodded and said, "Thank you for your suggestion."

"However, I shouldn't be able to stay in Backlund."

"In the near future."

"I will travel far."

"For something."

Cromwell was slightly disappointed: "Really?"

He said immediately: "It seems that there is no chance to share the red wine in my house with you."

Xifa laughed: "Who said that."

"I'm not leaving Backlund immediately."

"Always drink up your wine before leaving."

Cromwell said slightly melancholy: "I wish I had a wine from the estate, then we could chat for a while."

"Unfortunately, I only have one bottle."

Sifa looked at him, smiled, patted his shoulder and said nothing.

Cromwell did not know when he had been drinking.

when he woke up.

Already back home.

When he came to the living room.

I found a bottle of wine on the table, and a glass next to it, the wine stains in it were dry.

Under the cup, there is a note.

There was a line of text written on it.

'Have a drink, it tastes good. When I come back, let's have a taste together. '

Cromwell smiled.

I drank a glass of red wine and carefully stored it away.

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North District.

Backlund Technical University.

Melissa Moretti carried her bag and walked under a row of Intis plane trees.

Around her, students came and went, the number obviously increased a lot compared to before the war.

After the war.

Backlund Technical University is beckoning to expand in order to attract more talents. I heard that in this regard, it has received support and funding from the kingdom and certain nobles.

now.

The university has been restored to its pre-war appearance. If it weren't for the different colors of the exterior walls of the newly built buildings, it would be impossible to tell that this school has encountered wars.

When Melissa passed the square, there was a steam locomotive in the center of the square.

This is from a train that has just been taken out of service on the railway, the original front end having been damaged in the war.

Today, this new locomotive is still popular with students.

Look at those freshmen who are beating on the front of the car and studying the structure.

Melissa seemed to see her former self.

But now, she is the assistant of Principal Mormont and one of the main leaders of the mechanical laboratory.

Melissa now hurried to the lab.

heard today.

Someone donated a large sum of money to Backlund Technical University and to the mechanical laboratory.

100,000 pounds!

This is a set of astronomical figures!

With this money, the lab will be able to carry out many studies.

And the one who donated this fund is said to be an emerging country from the Southern Continent.

Crimson Empire!