Beta Town, Walking Street.

Wandering bars.

In a private reception room on the second floor.

Serprano stood behind the small bar and picked out a bottle from the kitchen behind him. The bottle contained a grass-green liquid. Even if it's not heated, it's still bubbling and bubbling.

The reception room is small in size, but it has all the necessary equipment, including a black jujube wood wine kitchen, a delicate bar, a glass coffee table, a large dragon leather sofa, a Persian plush carpet, and high-quality lamps and fireflies hanging from dragon's blood vines between the walls and ceiling.

Compared to the lanterns outside the reception room, the lanterns here are more than a step stronger in terms of size and brightness. And they are quieter, they know how to lie on the spot honestly and suck the vine juice, and will not climb around on the vines and affect the lighting effect.

Seprano was entertaining a guest.

Behind the glass coffee table, Arthur Ness, who was fidgeting at the moment.

While many in the school thought Arthur Ness was an idiot – in fact, he was only slightly 'reckless' – that didn't mean he didn't have brains.

As a veteran of the first university for two years, and as the heir to a small family, Arthur Ness may not have a talent for magic, but he has a very keen sense of smell in some ways.

For example, in terms of self-positioning.

Admittedly, he sometimes thinks that he is quite a person, but this confidence is mainly aimed at those wizards who have no background and are from a white background, or those hairy boys who have just entered school for more than half a year. Even if he planted a heel on Zheng Qing twice in a row, it didn't make his self-confidence consume much.

Because students like Zheng Qing are in the minority, after all—how many students will be put on the Great Arcana list with a wand in the first grade?

Therefore, there is no shame in planting a heel under Zheng Qing's hands.

Arthur Ness is also very clear about his position: more than the upper and lower than the bottom, the 'middle class' of the wizarding world. To put it another more figuratively, he is about like a 'squire' or 'official' in an ancient feudal dynasty, who can rely on the needs of the 'ruling class', but he is definitely not a 'ruling class'.

The 'ruling class' here, placed in the first university, is the small group of students of Razger, Augustus, and the Three Wills, Friedman, and Serplano.

It is precisely because of this 'self-knowledge' that Arthur Ness is restless at the moment.

Because he didn't know what the famous leader of the Cheung Kei Club was, Mike King Seprano wanted to do when he called himself into the reception room. Theoretically, he did not have the capital to become a guest on the Seprano seat, let alone the capital to let Seprano personally mix for himself. If it were Sir Friedman, maybe he would have had such a face.

In addition, although both were students of Alpha Academy, Arthur had been Sir Friedman's man from the beginning, as the students at the castle knew.

What if Seprano wanted to betray Sir herself?

Thinking of this possibility, Arthur Ness couldn't help but feel a sense of depression. On the one hand, he was excited to get the 'favor' of Seprano, and on the other hand, he was also terrified of his own abilities. He doesn't think he's the kind of guy who can be a 'room'.

He couldn't help but curse Kitanogen in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that the wizard from the ninja family wanted to sell something in the wandering bar, he wouldn't have followed, and naturally he wouldn't have been caught by Seprano.

Having said that, Arthur Ness vaguely remembered that Kitanogen had a brother named Kitano Mist, who seemed to be Seprano's subordinate, and for some reason owed a large amount of money to the Cheung Kei Society, and Kitanogen had been following it in recent days.

Could it be that Seprano detained himself here because of this matter? Then he must clarify that Kitanogen is only his own subordinate, and his debts have nothing to do with him.

While Arthur Ness was thinking, Seprano, who was standing behind the small bar, was not idle.

He poured the bubbling green wine into two clear glasses, took out the stainless steel colander from the cupboard to dry, set it on the glass, and placed a white sugar cube in the middle of the colander.

The fat wizard then shoved two wine glasses under a tall glass dropper pot at the end of the bar and unscrewed the two small taps at the base of the dropper.

The ice water in the pot slowly fell drop by drop under the force of gravity, soaked with the white sugar cube, and slowly seeped into the wine glass under the sugar. The bubbling cyan liquor was stimulated by the ice water, and it was covered with layers of fish belly white.

"Do you know why I called you?"

Seprano's slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the small reception room, startling Arthur Ness, who was thinking wildly, and sat up straight.

"I don't have any money!" he shouted reflexively.

The fat wizard looked at him in surprise, "I didn't think about asking for your money...... Just ask you to come up and drink. By the way, listen to an alpha senior nagging. ”

Arthur Ness realized what he had just said, and he was immediately ashamed and closed his mouth tightly.

Seprano tugged at the corners of his mouth, unbuttoned his neckline, and twisted his neck.

He felt that the air in the room was a little stuffy:

"I don't like the green bee because it's too frivolous. ”

"I don't like amber light either, because it's too precious...... I am a layman, a layman who is out of step with Fort Alpha. ”

"Although you are not a member of the Cheung Kei Club, as a second-year student, you must know my ideals. ”

"Blood Friends need change, Alpha needs change, and our wizarding world, too. ”

"Change is not a sweet and sour green bee, nor is it a rich amber light. Change is a bitter, hard to swallow absinthe. ”

"That's why I love it. ”

The ice water in the dripping pot dripped faster and faster, and the absinthe in the two glasses gradually turned milky white. With a snap of his fingers, Serprano lit the last remaining tuft of sugar in the spoon, then leaned over the spoon and stirred it straight into the milky liquor.

“...... Actually, I prefer the bohemian way of drinking," Serprano pushed a glass of absinthe in front of Arthur Ness, "but since I have a treat today, I naturally need to be a little more solemn." ”

"I hope you don't mind. ”

Arthur Ness held his glass and shook his head frantically, lest he would think that Serplano minded if he slowed down.

The fat wizard tugged at the corners of his mouth again, took the spoon out of the cup, and tapped the wooden bar table with his hand, and whispered to the rhythm of the tapping:

"Albertson, Albertson, those little green elves. ”

"Dancing on the ice, being presumptuous in the wine. ”

"Unleash their innermost desires and pursuits. ”

"Unleash the passion of their contents, which is like fire in the depths of their contents......"