Chapter 726: Conflict in the ice sea (six)

Chapter 726 Conflicts in the Ice Sea
With a sneer, the fisherman prince has turned his vicious eyes to the tiger man Albert.
"Your tiger friend has already been poisoned, and this is poisonous, only I have antidote."
"What, what? I?!" Elbert jumped up: "You are not talking about fish--"
"It has nothing to do with fish. I have poisoned your utensils." Tristan reached for a finger.
The iron fork that Albert had just used to eat was really accompanied by a thin layer of frost. In the process of bringing the plates and utensils together to the restaurant, Tristan had too much time to work on the utensils. The werewolves were secretive and should have paid more attention.
"Do not worry, it is not a poison that is immediately dead, but within a week, you will inevitably die of flesh and blood, every day the body is bleeding and pus, and finally dieless without dignity." Looking at Albert with a poisonous look: "This is the most appropriate way to die for the guy who once killed the whole world. Are you right?"
"You're embarrassed--" Albert wants to attack, but he only feels a sudden itching of the whole body. The fierce itch reaction makes him have no time to take care of Tristan, so he has to use his two claws to catch himself!
"Itchy! Itchy and itchy! What is going on here?!" The tiger simply took off his shirt and rolled it on the floor to catch itching. If it is not something that has already reached this point, he will never be ugly in front of everyone.
"Like a oyster cat, huh, huh--" Tristan glanced at the tiger and smiled in a cruel manner: "Come on it, grab it. This itch can never be removed until the moment you die." Will continue to afflict you. You will be festered by scratching the itch, and finally have to dig up your own intestines to strangle yourself and make your own life."
Good poison.
Watching his friends suffer, the werewolf is angry and really angry.
"Why is it Ayr? Why don't you use the poison on me, you mean this villain!"
"Hahaha, how can you be poisoned? You have to concentrate on comparing with me - and I never try to compare with the inferior guys." Tristan said with a cruel smile: "Sit down. This bet is about to begin." !"
Avoiding inevitable, Tristan's heart is so dark that he wants to push Bedieville to death.
On the other hand, Ivan not only did not come forward to stop this ridiculous thing, but turned his mouth, pushed his glasses, and also sneered at the cruelty, watching all this in the mood of watching the drama.
(Monster! Real monster!)
(What have you become in these seven years?)
(Are you still the Tristan and Ivan I met at the beginning?)
(Are you still the friends I met at the beginning?)
(What makes you a monster?)
The werewolf's face twitched and looked fierce. If he can, he will cry at the moment. But the werewolf has grown up, and he has left the age of crying and crying.
He restrained his emotions and pretended to sit down calmly: "Bet on gambling. But what is the bet?"
"Bet?" Tristan was confused. Obviously he never thought about the answer to this question: "What kind of bet is needed? This comparison is not whether you die or I die, and the dead will not pay you more bets. In other words, the bet of this gamble is the life of two of us."
The werewolf shook his head gently: "You are wrong.
The dead person is a hundred, but it does not mean that those behind him will be safe. Since you have to gamble on life, it means gambling on everything in life. "
When he heard the werewolf, Tristan could not help but wrinkle his eyebrows. Even the frown is so elegant that it matches his noble identity.
"You may be right - well, let's just listen, what is the bet? If I eat poisonous caviar and die, you can cut off my head and go back to my mother to lead you." Reward. My mother, Queen Lilith I of Iceland, is able to turn the palms into the rain. Everything in the world, as long as you can think of it, she can deliver it for you."
"I don't need those things." The werewolf didn't care to sneer: "If I survived this bet -"
He wisely sneaked a concept, and the concept of stealing did not reveal any flaws in Tristan.
"If [I have survived], I want [you] to unconditionally fulfill one of my wishes."
The fishman smiled funnyly: "I was dead at that time, how to fulfill your wish? - But, well, just like you. Even if I am dead, my mother will still fulfill your wishes, this and I just The conditions for the opening are the same."
In fact, they are not consistent, and the two have subtle differences. Evan was guilty at the side, he noticed anomalies in the words of Bediville, but he could not point out what the anomaly was and had to remain silent.
"So, on the contrary -" Tristan also prevailed: "If you die, I will cut off your head, take it back to the lab in Iceland, and use the brain to squeeze everything out of your brain. You This guy seems to know a lot of things about us, let me investigate it."
The werewolf gave the other person a glance: "Just nothing?"
"That's it." Tristan retorted: "Look at the poor and sour phase of your fellow, you know that you are poor and white, and you are not enough to die. What do you have to be worthy of me to win? Forget it."
This seems to be quite right, but it always makes people feel big.
The werewolf looked at Albert on the ground. The tiger has been itchy and desperate, taking off his pants, leaving only a pair of shorts, and there is no stopping there. The three brothers of the Leopard hurriedly surrounded the tiger, shamed the tiger, and occasionally helped Ayr catch a few itches.
"If I am dead - you can get Albert and let him be your slave. You can do whatever you want with him." The werewolf whispered: "His life is saved by me, he owes me." Just use his body to get the debt."
"Oh, think really beautiful!" Tristan laughed, as if he heard a big joke: "Even if you lose money, I have to save my own [property]. If you die, you can make this It’s just that the tiger is saved, so I really want to make plans for my friends."
The werewolf does not say anything. This is the most foolproof strategy he can think of. Albert will be saved at least - although the cost is unimaginable.
"Very good, I also want to keep a cat to play." Tristan said with a cruel smile: "But how I will treat him, you won't want to know. This pet is pretty cute, it can be a lot of things." The toys of the Vikings who are hungry and thirsty for their wives - oh oh - "
"You bastard!!" Albert groaned viciously, but his body was so itch that he didn't even have the strength.
"I don't care - how to deal with him as you do." The werewolf unconsciously tightened the sphincter somewhere. Poor Albert was sold like this.
"So - less delay time, let's get started." Tristan patted the table gently: "Foreignness - Ivan, leave me here."
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"Hey, what?" Ivan stunned, which is obviously different from the plot he imagined.
"I said, leave here!" Tristan repeated.
Evan with super vision can see the toxins contained in the caviar, and he is equivalent to cheating. And Tristan actually ran away from Ivan.
He wants to be fair. He is serious.
"You will regret it. I will give you a corpse back." Ivan said with a poisonous voice, going outside the restaurant: "You are a bad person who is still dead. Just struggle hard."
Evan does not like Tristan, he wants Tristan to die?
Are they not commensurate with "brothers"?
"Now, the guy who got in the way is gone." Tristan turned out a spoon and quickly and lightly moved between the two caviar, messing up the two caviar.
"And I also messed up these two caviar countless times. Now I don't even know which one is poisonous, which one is non-toxic. Can be distinguished, there is only one in the world." - and he won't come to help me again."
"Choose one to eat." Tristan said indifferently.
Bedyville looked at the two caviar in the plate.
Both are dark and endless, but with a golden glow, beautiful.
Both are perfectly spherical and have no flaws.
But one of them, with a shocking poison. Eating is a must death.
The werewolf couldn't help but swallow and his heart beat faster.
"Oh, did you retreat at this time?" Tristan sneered: "It’s not impossible to withdraw. If you can kneel down and give me boots, I might consider letting you go."
"I just thought, who should eat first. If both tablets are poisonous, and you lie to me to eat first, I am not dead or not?"
"That's good--" Tristan also guessed that the werewolf would say this, he took out a gold coin: "There is a coin to decide. You must be fair, then you can throw it."
That is the currency of the Kingdom of Iceland, the gold content is extremely high, and it is heavy in the hands of the werewolves.
The front of the gold coin is an ice crystal rose pattern with the national emblem of the Kingdom of Iceland. On the back is the face value of the currency, a large "1" word, lined with two swimming mermaids.
The fine workmanship is a must in the world. This also proves how masculine fish are so meticulous in detail. Such meticulous guys will never falsify in the trial.
After confirming that the coin is not fraudulent, the werewolf asks: "Front? Reverse?"
"Front, there is the face of the national emblem." Tristan did not hesitate to answer: "May my kingdom bless me."
The werewolf threw the coin and watched the coin flip over the air hundreds of times before falling. He grabbed the coin in one hand and slowly opened his palm against Tristan.
It is positive.
"Good luck. Although it was only a moment of dog shackles." The werewolf tone sarcastically.
"Do you think so?" Tristan was more proud: "I have never lost a coin since I was a long time ago. My luck is absolute. No one can win me by luck."
(Why can you be so sure?)
"In my life, I have encountered countless sinister battles. I can survive from these dangers, but also by luck." Tristan proudly boasted: "I have a lucky since childhood. Regardless, you can't win me."
His arrogance stems from his own strength. This kind of strength is more multifaceted. Not only does he have strong magic and swordsmanship, he also has good luck against the sky.
With all of this, Tristan has always been rampant in the past few years, and he has lived better than anyone else.
But he will regret it. The werewolf looked at the fisherman wickedly: "Then you should eat it first. May your good luck not kill you."
"Huh." Tristan sneered, picked up the spoon, picked up the caviar closer to his side and sent it into his mouth.
There was a faint blush on his face, and the caviar might be delicious. There is only one such thing in the world, unique, and delicious in heaven.
The fish man swallowed the fish slowly into his throat and enjoyed its wonderful aftertaste. After a quarter of an hour, he found that he had not been poisoned and died, and he proudly smiled at the werewolf: "I have finished eating. It is up to you."
Although the sound is smooth and comfortable, it is as beautiful as a song, but in the ears of the werewolf Bediville, it is like a whisper of death.
Obviously, the fisherman prince eats the grain that is non-toxic, and it is hard to find in the world, the treasure among the treasures.
Then, the rest of this grain, a small ball in the gorgeous ice tray, I am afraid it is a poisonous thing, can poison people thousands of times of poison.
Thinking of this, the werewolf can not help but a little scruples.
"Where." The fisherman prince is in danger and has begun to float. He sneered at Bedieville: "I repeat it again: it is not impossible to withdraw. If you can kneel down and give me boots, I might Consider letting go of you. Of course, the conditions are changing now. I want you to be my slave - the puppy. After I go back, I must light your clothes, keep them in the cage, and change the pattern every day. Shame you. You will be very happy [happy]."
At that moment, Bedieville was actually looking forward to it. It’s just a moment. If he is the one at the time of the boy's dynasty, he might be naive and full of promises.
However, when people grow up, they can understand the malice of the world; they can deeply understand that there are many cruel people and cruel things in the world. As a result, the chills ooze from the body of the werewolf. After seeing the cruelty of Tristan, he understood how the fisherman prince would play with the people he hated. Falling in the hands of the prince, it is sure to die.
"Oh." The werewolf smiled and smiled wildly: "Tristan, Tristan, you are too small to look at me. Do you think I am the kind of greedy and fearful?"
He used a spoon to pick up the poisonous caviar in the dish: "What good is your good fortune? Let you see what it is, what is the real bad luck!"
He swallowed the caviar.