Vol 5 Chapter 100: Wizard on wine

Compared with the wandering wizard's worries, only the possible search warrant of Dan Hagg and the smashed ceiling and glass windows of Wandering Bar, the wandering wandering worries are much more complicated.
Its lover was imprisoned in the depths of the black prison.
Its children are lost in the corner of the mirror world.
Year after year, it wastes half a year in the laboratory, looking for his wife's antidote, and then the remaining half a year travels to all corners of the mirrored world, looking for traces of juice.
But there is no result.
Until he learned from an old friend that there was an old tree in the dark prison that was about to bloom.
This is an opportunity.
The Rat Fairy told himself. Not only can the fruit of that ancient tree help him go further on the magic road, but the storm brought by the fruit also made him see the dawn of saving his wife.
The First University has a lot of favors to it, but it now chooses to betray the school-such as trading with the Dark Council and Terry Duzem-although in its view, its choice is only a kind of disagreement with the school , But it believes that in the eyes of Shi Hui or Ruoyu, it is betrayal.
All kinds of complex emotions are disturbed and make the Rat Fairy feel painful.
Especially last night, it dreamed of juice again.
The daughter screamed and stumbled on a dark promenade, calling her mother, tears falling to the ground. The tide of black mist chased behind her, and there was disturbing chewing and jealous laughter from the mist.
After being awakened, the Rat Fairy put down his work, risked being caught by the yellow lily, and came to wandering.
The wandering wizard has a kind of self-brewed wine, the golden years can make people forget the troubles of the world and find the best memories in the drunken life.
Now it needs those memories.
That can cheer it up again.
But drinking and drinking, the golden bottle was empty and replaced with a more mellow and powerful amber light. Beautiful memories can no longer save it, which is slowly sinking in the quagmire.
It needs a stronger anesthetic effect.
...
Regarding the saying that the rat fairy said that he could dig a hole to hide, the wandering wizard just put on his peaked hat again and pulled off the brim to show respect.
"You are a mouse, of course you can."
The owner of the wandering bar spoke the ugly truth, with a slight sarcasm: "But you are also a wizard... burying your head in the sand is the style of an ostrich. Besides, the brain of a mouse should be bigger than an ostrich."
The Rat Fairy gurgled the wine without making a sound.
After a pause, the wandering wizard slowed down and continued: "There are always accidents in this world. We take off our hats. We wait for a few seconds. Then put on our hats and life continues..."
"Just like you did?" The big mouse finally said again, his voice full of mockery.
The wandering wizard pretended not to hear the ridicule in its tone, but continued to make chicken soup: "I remember a singer, a guy named Xin said,'Think of every day as the last day of your life. One day you will dream of becoming Really'...that's a good thing. But I prefer to interpret this sentence from another angle."
"Many people have procrastination, and they like to postpone today’s things until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... So why can’t you postpone your current bad mood for another day? "Oh, I just want to work now. Time is frustrating again.'You have more important things to pay attention to now. Don't let that bad mood bring you more bad future. Maybe you can keep dragging that badness until the day you enter the grave... "
The Rat Fairy finally put down the bottle.
Staring at the small round eyes, the beard at the corner of the mouth curled up, showing a bit of dissatisfaction: "People often say that it is rare to be quiet after death... Do you want me to be uneasy after death?"
"We have a good relationship with Reaper." The wandering wizard blinked at it.
"Shit." The Rat Fairy bit the bottle, gurgled a few sips, and muttered: "An old guy said he had a relationship with the goddess of fate... and he didn't see fate favoring him!"
If that is not considered favored, the wandering wizard squirmed his lips silently, wanting to refute, but finally did not open his mouth.
There is no need to argue with a drunkard.
The Rat Fairy came to talk about Xing, waving his short arms, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch a lot:
"You know? Fate has nothing to do with us! ... Life is always full of variables. Just like me, I was born, entered the first university, got married, had children, stayed in school, did experiments... The running rhino has a clear goal and a clear future."
"Suddenly, this rhino tilted its neck and glanced aside."
"The whole world has become completely different... I have become a mouse, no children, no wives, only a group of newly created rat families... Although I can still experiment as before. But you know, there is What's different... Have you ever tried to look up at the sky occasionally on the road you pass by every day? That kind of new perspective..."
Then its wine bottle was empty.
Talking came to an abrupt end.
"Would you like to change to a different flavor of wine?" The wandering wizard saw the rat fairy holding the bottle, and felt distressed by his amber light. He asked, "I can help you find what wine you want to drink."
"I want to drink back in time."
"Magic can help you go back in time. Wine is not good." The wandering wizard shook his head, pulled out a hardcover sea monster rum from the wine kitchen behind him, and stuffed it into the hands of the rat fairy: "Wine can only relieve your short-term pain. . You drink the first sip, the wine will help you, let you drink the second sip, the third sip... Then slowly, you are swallowed by the illusion constructed by Bacchus... The past that He let you see, and No more fragrant than a pillow of yellow beams."
The rat fairy bit off the cork of the Kraken Rum and took a few mouthfuls~EbookFREE.me~ This is the tears of God! This is the blood of the devil! "It yelled, as if every bite was helping it to surpass the shackles of the spirit of reality: "This is the antidote!" More than any snake oil (snakeoil) is a panacea! Pain is a dirty prison, and this..."
It raised the wine bottle in his hand, and some light blue liquor spilled out:
"And this! It's a painter! It can paint the dirty prison beautifully and cleanly...just as it was at the beginning."
"But that's not true." The wandering wizard said softly, "Prison is still a prison after all."
"True and false, what's the difference." A light blue liquor dripped from the corner of the mouse fairy's mouth, but his expression was calmer than a few minutes ago: "This world was originally a prison."
The wandering wizard looked at it, and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally.
"Although I am the owner of this bar." He laughed dryly: "But I must admit that in a sense, you are more suitable for opening a bar than me."