Passing through the wooden gate and up the spiral staircase, Fang Qiuling followed Count Diharus to the ...... It's supposed to be a study, right?

The room is quite spacious, barely tidy, and it can be seen that it is often cleaned. In the center of the room was a large table with a map spread out of it, and several wine glasses and bottles scattered around the map; There were several chairs lying horizontally around the table, and more than half of them were missing arms and legs, and at a glance you could guess that they were not naturally damaged, but broken. There are also tall bookshelves placed on the walls around the room, but instead of books, there are swords, long knives, and sets of armor of different styles.

- Well, it's a study, yes.

Who says books must be on the shelves? Who says that there must be the most books in the study?

Fang Qiuling looked at the room quietly, and quickly accepted this setting.

- It's nothing more than a study like an arsenal, no big deal.

"Viscount Norne, there are no outsiders here, please feel free."

Count DeHarus grabbed a chair from the ground, fiddled with it twice, and then sat down.

"You are free, you are free to ......"

Fang Qiuling silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

This is the Fog Castle, the core territory of the Deharus family. Count Deharus is of course free to be here, but as a guest, it is better to be more reserved.

"Okay, then I'll have something to say. Want to have a drink......"

Count DeHarus casually took the bottle and glass from the table, apparently trying to pour himself a glass. But even though he turned the bottle over, no wine came out of it.

The eyes full of fierce light dimmed suddenly, and even the "king overbearing aura" on his body also declined. At this moment, the stout man in front of him did not seem to be a stern lord, but a real drunkard.

The drunkard threw away the bottle in his hand and picked up another one next to him. He quickly poured all the bottles on the table, but unfortunately there was not a drop of wine.

“……”

Count DeHarus's expression condensed, and his sharp gaze wandered around the room before falling straight on Fang Qiuling.

- Are you looking at me like that? It's not me who drank your wine.

Fang Qiuling was a little inexplicable at first, it was the first time he came to this study, and what he didn't see was that he had secretly drunk the bar here?

But Count DeHarus stared at him without saying a word, and his eyes were full of ......

- uh...... Do you want me to get you some drinks?

Fang Qiuling suddenly became alert. After a brief eye contact, he immediately confirmed that this was indeed what Count DeHarus meant. This made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, and suddenly had the urge to complain and hit the wall.

- Where am I going to get you wine? Unfamiliar ......

Fang Qiuling also expressed his refusal with his eyes. But after only a few moments, he was defeated.

- Well, well! Count me out of luck!

It is certainly unrealistic to go out and find attendants and servants, so ......

"Oh! Oh! This is good! This is good! ”

Looking at the golden liquid that kept tilting down from the endless wine glass, Count Deharus exclaimed without hesitation. A mouthful of frothy ale poured into his mouth, and immediately his hair was opened, and he looked like a lion.

This subtle sense of déjà vu made Fang Qiuling immediately think of Old Tom. Old Tom was an undoubted drunkard, and he drank as if he were all too bearded. His hair and beard are gray, so he looks like a big white lion.

This one in front of you...... His beard is yellow with a hint of brown in it, and he looks more like a lion than Old Tom.

The day's production of the endless wine glass soon went into the mouth of Count Deharus. The Count burped pleasantly, squinting and half-slumped in his seat.

- Comfortable! Comfortable!

There was a deep sense of satisfaction in him, and his life seemed to be complete at this point.

"Viscount Norne, don't be so restrained, be casual, be casual." It seemed that because of drinking Fang Qiuling's wine, Count DeHarus became quite approachable, "This thing, are you willing to make a move?" I...... I'll give out a thousand gold coins! ”

"The Earl is fond of this?"

"Of course! Endless wine glasses, good stuff! It is the salvation of our generations, the gospel of our generations! ”

"Introduce ......"

Fang Qiuling was slightly entangled. The Endless Wine Cup had actually been given to Old Tom by him, and now to Count DeHarus...... Although I believe that Old Tom will not mind, Fang Qiuling feels that it is not very good, and there is a feeling of generosity to others.

"What? You don't want to sell? ”

Count Diharus's half-squinted eyes opened, and the previous critical and disgusted gaze immediately fell on Fang Qiuling again.

"Not really. If you like it, you can give it to you. I don't like to drink very much, although this thing is good, it's useless to hold it in Xia......" Fang Qiuling hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth, "But this thing has been given away before, and now it is just kept on behalf of others." Earl, if you want it......"

Count DeHarus grinned, full of surprise: "Oh, give it away? Sent to whom? ”

"An elder."

Fang Qiuling did not report Old Tom's name. He is a nobleman, even if he is just a small nobleman with no real power, he is still a nobleman, a nobleman who can find a name in the heraldic court. At most, Count Diharus will make it difficult for him, and when the time comes, he will find a way to dodge it. But old Tom can't, he's a commoner. The aristocracy wants to find the fault of the commoners, and any excuse can make people beg for death and not be able to die.

"Hmph, cunning young man. What do you mean, it seems that you are afraid that I will trouble Old Man Tom? ”

"Huh?"

Fang Qiuling's eyes instantly widened.

- Do you know a white-haired lion as a golden lion? And you know that I gave him the Endless Wine Cup?

Old Tom is ostensibly a militia leader who doesn't have everything, but he is actually a spy affiliated with the mercenary training group. He has an intelligence network under his command that covers the entire Misty Lake region, and the intelligence gathering ability is not very good, but the scale should be not small. To maintain such an intelligence network, the daily cost will certainly not be small, is it ......

"Lord Earl, you are also ......," Fang Qiuling asked tentatively, "...... One of them? ”

The Mercenary Training Corps is not a secret service organization, and its main function is to provide advanced combat training for the militia, so that a mercenary force can be quickly pulled out in the event of war. It's just that because the training is relatively open, this gives it the function of collecting intelligence.

As the leader of the Misty Lake region, it is not surprising that Count DeHarus obtained information from the mercenary training group is intelligence network. Further, he may even know Tom Sr., and it is normal for the two to have any intersections.

"Stinky boy, don't be tempted. I'll tell you, old Tom, that he was my guard when he was young. ”

"Huh?"

Fang Qiuling was shocked.

The nobleman's guards were necessarily the nobles' cronies. Old Tom has gotten mixed up to the level of cronies, and the next step should be at least as good as Butler Garras. It shouldn't be difficult to get a big butler, get a petty steward, or hang a rank in the Knights.

Old Tom is like this now...... Although it can't be said that it is poor and cannot be opened, if it is to be described as "good", it must be against the will. What mistake did he make? Or was it suppressed to pursue the Kaolin Flower that couldn't be together?

"He saved my life. If it weren't for him, my life would have been confessed a long time ago. Count Diharus squinted and looked at Fang Qiuling with a critical gaze, "Viscount Norn, tell me honestly." Who are you? What identity? Old man Tom has written several letters to recommend you to me, saying that you have a lively mind and are a rare talent. But what do I think of you...... You definitely have a problem! Hey! Don't pretend, who can be scared for so long, who can lie. ”

Surprise is an instantaneous expression. According to living researchers, surprise does not last long, usually no more than two seconds. If it's more than two seconds, it's basically pretending.

Count Diharus has never been exposed to this information, but he naturally has his own set of judgment standards for dealing with people all year round. What's more, Fang Qiuling's expression of surprise when he controlled his facial muscle groups had already exceeded two seconds, even if he pretended to be very similar, and even used acting skills, he was still directly pierced.

The look of surprise quickly turned into a wry smile, which was also Fang Qiuling's acting skills.

“…… Do you want this glass, Lord Earl? ”

Fang Qiuling didn't talk about his identity, and first talked about the endless wine glass.

"Wine glasses? Absolutely! ”

Count DeHarus was also a drunkard. When I think of wine, even my eyes start to shine.

"That ......"

"Stop, stop, stop......"

Fang Qiuling was about to open his mouth and give it to him directly, not wanting the earl to start shaking his head first. I saw him take a deep breath, and his eyes scraped on the endless wine glass like a knife, as if he wanted to swallow the endless wine glass with his eyes.

After a moment, Count Deharus's eyes closed.

"Take it! Take! ”

"Huh?"

"I said take it! Don't let it come to me! Didn't you hear! ”

"Uh......"

Fang Qiuling hesitated for a moment, and finally put away the endless wine glass as good. Then he heard the muttering of Count Deharus:

"Good stuff, but I'll leave it to Old Tom. I didn't have a chance to use ......."

“……”

Fang Qiuling was silent.

If it was just a guess before, now it can be confirmed. Count DeHarus's "warrior soul" had foreseen the future to him, and the count himself had seen his "death omen".

In the High Devil world, death is just another beginning, even an eternal beginning, for the living. The flesh decays, but the soul lives on! But when it comes to death, the living often show unprecedented resistance.

It takes a great deal of courage to face death head-on. Asking himself, Fang Qiuling knew that he didn't have the courage to face death at present. So he is still a "weakling", a coward who is afraid of death. And Count Diharus, who is ready to face death, is undoubtedly a "strong man", a respectable forerunner.