Chapter 1029 Party

Facing these looks, Qin Ran was fearless and walked out calmly.

Lawless, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, didn't care and just puffed away at himself.

Mimosa immediately shrank behind Kieran, as if Kieran's back was the safest place.

And so it is.

From a mimosa perspective, Kieran's back was the safest place.

Here, he can ignore everything around him.

Whether it's a gaze or a trap with malicious intentions.

The broad back in front of you is a safe haven.

Staring at the mimosa on Qin Ran's back, he forgot about his surroundings and followed Qin Ran lightly on the train.

The players, who were either hiding or standing openly outside No. 13 Warwick Street, went crazy after watching Qin Ran and his entourage leave.

Just now, a bold guy had sent a message to Ji and Giant Dade, but the response that appeared was a system prompt.

The system prompts that the recipient of the message has died.

"2567 is the winner!"

"Another uniquely titled player appears!"

…

Such news is like dropping a huge boulder on the lake, causing waves to spread in all directions.

Soon, it spread throughout the huge city.

In a small and cramped room, a player dressed like an ascetic sat cross-legged facing a hanging portrait of King Ming.

The other person's eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was long.

Each exhalation and inhalation lasted for dozens of seconds.

And with every breath, the portrait of Prince Ming opposite him would shake slightly.

It seemed that the portrait was alive.

Ding!

During a breath gap, the sound of a message came, causing the other party to open his eyes. But after looking at the message from his friend, the other party closed his eyes again, as if he had never received the news at all.

Everything is as before.

Every breath and every breath, a person is like a rock.

Every time he breathed in, the portrait shook.

With every breath, people and paintings interchange.

It is no longer King Ming who appears in the portrait, but a monk.

The person sitting on the ground is no longer a monk, but King Ming.

…

The edge of a huge city, a vague borderland.

A tall man wielded a sledgehammer and kept hitting the iron block in his hand.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The sound of a blacksmith's knocking echoed here, but there were no blacksmith's tools here, let alone the blacksmith's most important tool: the stove.

Nothing.

But the iron block in the opponent's hand gradually deformed faster and faster.

After a moment, a long sword with four colors of cold light appeared in the opponent's hand.

But the other party didn't even look at the sword, but looked at his sledgehammer carefully.

As for the long sword?

It had already been thrown to the blurry side of the huge city by the opponent.

Whoosh!

With a loud sound of breaking through the air, when the long sword touched the fuzzy side, it disappeared silently.

The other party, who had long been accustomed to it, took out an iron ore again and prepared to continue hammering.

At this time, a message tone appeared.

"'Sword of Dawn'?"

"Worth looking forward to."

He said such words in his mouth, but the other party didn't care at all.

The other party just hit it with a sledgehammer.

Every knock is a workout.

Every exercise brought him closer to his goal.

Aside from that goal…

He never takes the rest of them seriously.

…

In the dark room, several people gathered around the table and talked.

"2567 won?"

"Not only did you obtain the 'Sword of Dawn', but you also caused the 'Broker' to be seriously injured?"

"Very good!"

"This is our chance!"

"Not in a hurry."

"I don't know if it's true or not."

"If the news that the 'broker' was seriously injured is spread, there will be many people willing to test it for us to see if it is true or false."

"There are still 2567!"

"I don't believe he can get this victory without paying a price."

"Um."

"Send someone to test it out and you will know."

"Hopefully there will be surprises waiting for us."

…

With the appearance of Kieran, many people hidden in the huge city had different reactions.

Some people are indifferent and just do their own thing.

Some people are sneering and full of malice in their hearts.

And some?

Another layout has begun.

However, these have nothing to do with Kieran for the time being.

At the celebration party at the Harvest Tavern, when Lawless and all his acquaintances became dizzy under the influence of alcohol, Qin Ran walked to the bar carrying a mimosa that was so drunk that he passed out.

"You are today's protagonist, you shouldn't be so sober."

Rachel said with a smile.

"I'm used to being sober."

"What's more, one person who is completely drunk is enough."

Kieran picked up Mimosa by the collar like a pet cat and shook it towards Rachel twice as a signal.

During the whole process, Mimosa not only did not wake up, but instead hummed and rubbed the back of Kieran's hand twice with the back of her head, falling into a deeper sleep.

Kieran was sure that Mimosa was attending this kind of party for the first time.

Although he was still timid, he was also full of joy.

Therefore, he would accept the wine offered by Flamel.

Apart from his superb alchemy skills, the most talked-about thing about "Alchemist" Flamel is his height and preference for spirits.

With a height of less than 1.5 meters, drinking [Fire Ice Lake], a strong drink that would change the color of lawless people, and fighting against such a person, Mimosa was able to last for ten rounds, which already surprised Qin Ran.

Kieran was not surprised that Mimosa was completely drunk after ten rounds.

After all, Lawless, who once refused to admit defeat, also had a friendly match with LeMay, and in the fourth round, he was drunk and unconscious.

Before that, Lawless was the drinkiest one in the Harvest Tavern.

"He's an honest young man."

"Not as cunning as you."

"It's free and can sober up quickly - you can choose to drink it yourself or feed it to him."

"Let me state in advance that I will only mix this cup today."

The tavern proprietress teased and brought a glass of ice water mixed with honey and lemon.

"Thanks."

Kieran picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.

"It's really simple."

As the tavern proprietress spoke, she looked at the craftsman who was watching quietly from a distance with a smile.

Immediately, the discovered craftsman turned his head, and the aura on his body became colder and colder.

"What's wrong?"

Lawless, who was stung by the coldness, looked at the craftsman.

"drink wine."

The craftsman picked up Flamel's [Fire Ice Lake] and stuffed the entire bottle into the mouth of Lawless, who was already blurring his consciousness.

Gudong, Gudong.

After two mouthfuls, Lawless was completely confused and passed out drunkenly under the table.

The female proprietress of the tavern who watched this scene smiled even more happily.

She opened the low door on one side of the bar and gestured to Kieran: "Let's go, I'll take you to a party. Those guys want to meet you."

PS Second update~ I once again recommend a public account. The Thirty-Six Strategies of the Great Book Desolation, it is very good~