Sparrow Feather

Chapter 42 Evening Talk

Since that day, the little black sparrow has been avoiding the earl. The earl probably didn't think of this sentence at the time. If he didn't know that the paper showed real emotions, the little black sparrow might have been deceiving himself, well, even if it was true. What can it explain?

Does that mean he likes the Earl?so what?What can he do to change?Three months is enough, you can't expect too much... What's more, he has more important things...

With blond flamboyant long hair reaching his waist and dark pupils, the man in black disappeared on the balcony...

"Bing," the door of the bar was pushed open, and an adult man came in, his face was blurred, and he only remembered the brilliant hair color...

"Hey, key, long time no see, how are you?" the bartender with colorful hair greeted familiarly.

"Not bad," the man said in a low tone.

"I think so. You should have a better life than me. Alas, I also thought about it. No one asks me to make drinks these days. I don't even have any money to make. It's disgusting," the bartender said. The teacher said lazily.

"..." No money to make?This bar is yours! Nobody asks you to bartend?Make your own rules, mix one drink a week! Who was the last time someone threw someone out of a bar for not wanting to mix?Have you lost your memory automatically?

"Key, you haven't been here for a long time, I thought you forgot about me," the bartender complained.

"Don't be poor, I just want to know one answer, tell me, where did he go?" Key frowned.

"Huh? Why are you a little anxious? You weren't like this before. You misunderstood me a little. I misunderstood that you really cared about him," the bartender said casually, stroking his hair.

"...Of course I care about him." Key frowned at the bartender.

"Okay okay," the bartender said, reaching forward.

"Do you know or not?" Key frowned.

"Well, this... go up for a drink?" the bartender finally reached out to Key's chest and said.

"Yeah," Key nodded, staggering the bartender's hand.

There is a small sun room on the roof with a bartending table to isolate the sound. When the key comes up, he opens the window, sits opposite the bartending table, and watches the bartender start to mix drinks.

"Last time we made an assumption that they would send the prince to Borat City, because Earl Borat is the last ancient Earl."

"But he's not in Borat City."

"If you are really not there, think again. If I were the earl, I would definitely be afraid. After all, this is a disaster. If you don't kill it, there is only one option..."

"Send away..."

"Yes, it's easy to go to other places from Borat City, so we just need to think whether he went to Soyinka or the Great Wilderness!" The bartender looked arrogant and begged for praise, but Key was extremely indifferent .

"What's wrong, am I wrong!" the bartender objected.

"..." Key didn't bother to talk to him at all, and just reached out and took out a bottle of wine.

"Hey! You're going too far!" the bartender said.

"How big is Soyinka? How big is the Great Wilderness? Not to mention this, how scattered are the people in Soyinka, and how many people are there in the Great Wasteland? Search as you said, and it will be hard to find in a lifetime!" Key said with a sip of wine. .

"Don't you have any positioning? Don't you have any feelings between you!" the bartender said.

"Yes, I only know that he is still alive, but that's all," Key frowned. If he didn't know that he was still alive, he wouldn't want to be so peaceful now, and still have time to drink.

"That's fine, what are you looking for, how tired you are," the bartender said lazily.

"Wouldn't it be nice to know he's still alive? You know, if you go to him, they'll find him quickly..." The bartender became more and more lazy.

Key didn't speak, but just looked at the clear drink. The bartender said it was right. If he went to him, they would find him too. He couldn't harm him, so he couldn't go to him until everything was settled.

"So, you know what to do, don't you?" The bartender took back the empty glass, cleaned it, poured a glass of milk, and put it down in front of the key.

"You're right," Key said as he sipped his milk.

The figure disappeared in the wind...

"What are you doing so busy? You don't know how to spend time with me. You're thinking about something all day long. I wonder if you're narcissistic. Hmph," the bartender looked at the bright moonlight, feeling a little dazed. The wind woke him up...

"Count, I want to talk to you," the little black sparrow knocked on the earl's door.

"Oh dear, what do you want to talk about?" The count opened the door in his silk pajamas.

The little black sparrow walked in.

"What do you want to eat? I have your favorite ice cream and juice," the earl said with a smile as if he knew the little black sparrow was back.

"Then, Earl, let's get to know each other again. My name is Jin, the secret guard of the prince under the royal family, and I belong to Prince Xi Ran." Jin made a royal etiquette.

"I know Earl, you are..." Jin said slowly.

"I can cater to your plan, but I only have one request," Jin frowned.

"What request?" asked the count with a smile.

In fact, when every regime collapses, there will always be some people who stay in the old era forever. They hate the new deal, fear the new deal, are unwilling to change, and don’t want to sink into the old era. I am the savior, but the ridiculous thing is that it is because of them that the country is going to perish step by step. They bring panic, but they just call themselves scavengers. In fact, there is a word that is more suitable for them, and that is "terrorist."

Under the new regime, there are always various new and old problems. The new problems can still be dealt with, but the old problems are naturally solved as soon as possible...

"I want to see Xi Ran," Jin said solemnly, he only had one wish.

"Of course, after the matter is resolved, Prince Xi Ran will die, and you will be free," the count nodded.

"Then, I hope we have a good cooperation," Jin smiled. He really looks like a prince, but he really doesn't look like a prince at all...

"Happy cooperation," the Earl nodded.