"So, this is your new buddy on Frost Star?"

In one of the bars in the Sunrise living quarters, the lights were dim, and several men and women on the dance floor were wiggling their waists. A soothing slow song played on the speakers, and Allen gently shook the glass in his hand to the beat of the music. Rhys looked at Hubble, who was still wearing a suit of armor not far away, obviously occupying a corner, and had an amazing aura. The Cato was visibly fascinated by the contents of the glass, opened a slit in his helmet, and poured the wine into his mouth one after another.

"That guy is very good, although I am not good at fighting, but I have a good eye. If I'm not mistaken, the big guy has to be level twenty, right? Rhys said with envy: "Why are you so lucky, you can dig up such a fierce man with just a dig!" ”

"It's not just a random dig, it's a fight." Alan said half-jokingly.

On the other side, Hubble drank heartily. He occupies a few seats alone, and some people can't look at it. I wanted to come forward to negotiate, but when I saw the decapitator that Hubble placed next to him, he shrunk his neck and retreated. If that knife is used to cut people, it can definitely cut people into flesh and blood. So there seemed to be a forbidden area around Hubble, and no one dared to approach it. Alan was thinking that he should get the big guy back, so that he would not be too dazzling and attract the attention of others. Christine walked up to Hubble, who suddenly stopped, and then shot a sharp light from his helmet.

"Look at what, big man. How boring is it to drink alone, together? Christine asked the bartender to bring a bottle of brandy, which shook it in front of the Cato's eyes.

Hubble tilted his head, then said, "I'm not called a big man, I'm called Hubble." ”

"Alright, Hubble, I'll give you a drink."

"How can one cup be enough, I want one!" Hubble patted the bar, and the metal stand under the oak table immediately erupted with a groan of pain.

Christine didn't think about it, and pushed the bottle of wine in her hand to Hubble. The Cato man was unceremonious, unplugged the wine and poured it into his mouth. Half a bottle was poured down, he hiccuped, shook his head and said, "Interesting, how dizzy my head is." ”

"That's because you're drunk." Christine picked up a glass of ale that had just been brought and took a sip, her face flushed.

"What does it mean to be drunk?"

"It means to be drunk."

Alan shook his head, retracted his gaze and said, "Christine seems to have something on her mind?" ”

"Women have things on their minds, brother, the difference is more and less, can say or can't say." Rhys blinked and said, "Wise men don't bother to inquire into women's hearts, because that's asking for trouble." ”

"Phew, here's the trouble." Rhys smiled stiffly and put down his glass.

It turned out that several drunken men walked towards Christine, and two of them separated Hubble from the girl. The Cato was savoring the drunken taste and paid no attention to it. Christine frowned and said, "Get out." ”

"Yo, the chick has a good temper, I like this kind of spicy enough." A young blonde man reached out and pressed it on Christine's smooth thigh, touched it and said, "It's so slippery, let's talk about it, chick, how much does it cost a night?" ”

"What did you say?" Christine's eyes froze, and the dagger stuck in her back somehow fell into her hands. The dagger spun around and stabbed the man's hand with a cold light.

The man was also in good shape, and his palm retracted like lightning, so that he didn't call Christine to be hit. His face changed and he said, "Don't be embarrassed, slut." You civilians, you don't come to war to make money. Now there is an opportunity to make money, and you don't need to go to the battlefield, where can you find such a cost-effective business? ”

Christine was about to strike with her dagger, when Rhys stepped in. With a smile on his face, he said to several men, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my friend drank too much." It didn't hurt you, but so well, how many drinks should I invite you? ”

"How many drinks?" The blonde man laughed, "No kidding, skinny. Do you know who I am? I really don't know what the military department thinks to let you filthy flies in. I'm telling you, it's not just a matter of a few drinks, and let the woman drink with us. Otherwise, it will make you look good. ”

Rhy's eyes flashed with anger, but at this time, everyone in the bar was attracted to this side of the matter. Here, it is easy to distinguish between nobles and commoners. Those who came from noble backgrounds were not well-dressed, and the commoners were more casually dressed. Some of them didn't even take off their armor, and they still bore the traces of war. Seeing the dispute here, those who came from civilian backgrounds chose to keep a low profile, and those who showed strong interest were almost all nobles.

Obviously, if something happens, the other party will definitely respond.

Seeing this situation clearly, even Christine now regrets it a little.

Rhy's head spun rapidly, but he couldn't find a better way to get out. At this time, someone interjected: "Who are you?" Is this the work of a nobleman? I think that if your etiquette teacher knew about it, he would be ashamed of what you have done unto death. ”

The blonde man's eyes looked like he was about to burst into flames, and when he looked at the voice, it was a silver-haired man in tattered armor. He felt familiar, like he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Coupled with alcohol, he smiled cruelly at the moment: "It is not your turn to ask who Lao Tzu is, if you want to come out, you have to weigh your own weight!" ”

He screamed: "Abolish him, I am responsible for something!" ”

Before his companion could act, he heard a roar: "Noise, you damned flies!" ”

Hubble next to him stood up violently, and he almost reached the ceiling of the bar. The cold wind suddenly rose, and Hubble picked up the decapitator that was resting beside him, and was about to slash at the blonde man. The blonde man's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart beat violently, and he didn't dare to move as if he had met a natural enemy. However, the knife never fell, for the silver-haired man held out a hand and stopped in front of Hubble.

Alan said softly, "Put the knife down, I'll deal with it." ”

"This kind of scum, if you cut him down, it's over, you're really troublesome." Hubble complains and complains, but he still knows not to be too ostentatious, even if his image at the moment has been deeply remembered. He sat back down and continued to drink the wine Christine had given him.

Alan took a step forward at this time, looked at the people around him and said, "I'm Alan. Bethcord, these two are my friends. Whoever troubles them is the same as trouble with me. And the trouble with me will not end too happily. That's the end of the matter, and I invite you to have a drink. ”

He looked at the blonde man again, "What do you say?" ”

The blonde man was first shocked by Hubble, and now he heard that Alan was Bethcord's man, and suddenly remembered that the man who was rumored to be very close to Catherine was not born Bethcord, and had striking silver hair. It seems that the person in front of him is right, and he muttered at the moment: "Naturally." ”

He is indeed a nobleman, but the family is far from being comparable to Bethcord's behemoth, so naturally he will not be stupid enough to provoke Allen.

(Seven hundred chapters, will it be far from a thousand chapters~~)