After three rounds of drinks, he sat in a corner, listening to the clamor in the room and the laughter below the stage.
No one knew the sorrow in the boy's heart. He raised his glass and said to himself, "One cup to the past, one cup to the moonlight, and one cup hidden in hand. From now on, loneliness will no longer stretch on forever."
Unlike him, the other hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team had no such worries.
Lan Que did not drink. He ordered a glass of water and sat in a corner even more secluded than Zheng Qing's, slowly stroking the longsword in his arms as though courting a young girl; Xiao Xiao ordered a cheap glass of Siren Rum, a signature North District drink with a fierce kick that was very popular among customers; Dylan huddled with Fatty Xin, discussing the latest issue of the "Beta Town Post" in low voices.
The accident at Aige Dragon Hunting Ground had already made the breaking-news pages.
However, the newspaper vaguely described the incident at Aige Hunting Ground as the work of Fallen Wizards—an admittedly misleading description, because in most wizards' minds, Fallen Wizards were a type of demon. Anyone who read the report would instinctively blame the accident on demons.
"In a sense, Dark Wizards can also be considered Fallen Wizards. The newspaper isn't exactly wrong." Dylan flicked the article with a meaningful look. "I'd guess the school must have spoken with the newspaper."
"Do you even need to guess?"
Fat Wizard curled his lip and used a small spoon to spread sauce over the meatballs on his plate. "I can even guess what they were thinking... That Dark Wizard probably came from the school. It's better to make everyone think demons did it than let