My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 220 Bar, Zeshia, and the Secret History of the Dragon Clan

“The environment here is really bad.”

"There's nowhere else to go. The only place open this late and serving food is a bar."

Yaluo spread his hands and said.

"At least it's quiet here, isn't it?"

It was almost ten o'clock when we finished watching the stage play. We had planned to go home, but Zeshia said she was hungry and wanted to have some midnight snack.

But no restaurant was open so late at night, so I had to go to the bar.

However, the bar here is not one of those crowded and bustling pubs. The atmosphere is quiet and the decoration is elegant. Professional bartenders wear bows and swing glasses behind the bar. There is also a garden with a small fountain in the yard.

They were now sitting at a small table by the fountain.

Yinlong looked through the menu and quickly ordered a grilled steak, a bottle of orange juice, and a piece of blueberry pudding.

Yaluo only ordered a spaghetti bolognese.

"Come to the bar, why don't you have a couple of drinks?" he joked.

"Hmph, human alcohol is just like boiled water to dragons. What's the point of drinking it?" Zeshia said lightly.

"Is this true?" Yaluo was surprised.

"Don't believe it?" Zeshia raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do not believe."

"Well, I will open your eyes."

Silver Dragon's inexplicable desire to win was aroused, and he slammed the table.

"Boss! No more orange juice! Give me two barrels of the strongest liquor you have!"

"Wait, wait, just take a couple of sips. If it really comes, we won't be able to drink it."

Yaluo said quickly, waving to the waiter who arrived:
"Excuse me, just give us two glasses of Splash wine."

This wine has a relatively high alcohol content in the world, but it tastes very good, with a little bubbles and sweet and sour taste. Some girls like to drink it very much.

After a while, everything we asked for was delivered.

Drinking should be accompanied by peanuts, but unfortunately there are none here. It is really strange to drink with noodles.

Zeshia looked at the glass of light brown wine with dense hop foam.

He picked it up and took a small sip.

"How is it?" Yaluo asked.

Zeshia quickly took a big sip and put down the glass. A circle of dense white beer foam was still hanging on his delicate upper lip, like a small mustache.

Zeshia laughed, looking very proud:

"That's it? It's like drinking sugar water."

"Don't drink too fast, this wine has a strong aftereffect." Yaluo said.

"You can't drink much, human." Zeshia snorted.

"alright."

Yalo shrugged.

He also took a sip and then started eating the noodles.

Zeshia also ate the steak with big mouthfuls.

The steak was quickly devoured, and after finishing the pudding, Zeshia took another big sip of the Splash wine.

"Humph, isn't it just a drink with some bubbles added?" She wiped her mouth and said with disdain.

Yaluo smiled helplessly.

I called the waiter over and ordered another serving of baked potato chips.

"How long will your current situation last?" Yaluo asked after taking a sip of his wine.

"Wait three more days," Zeshia said.

"That will be soon." Yaluo nodded.

"By the way, it's time to tell me a little bit. What's going on?" he asked.

"Didn't you ask the Lord of the Dream Realm?" Zeshia glanced at him.

"You still know," Yaluo said, spreading his hands. "But she didn't tell me because she was afraid of your revenge."

"Hmph, she's quite self-aware." Zeshia said.

She took another big sip and soon the glass was empty.

"Boss! Give me another drink!" "Hey, one drink is enough. Drinking too much is bad for your health." Yaluo said.

"Don't you believe it?" Zeshia looked at him, "I'll let you see it." Zeshia slammed the table and insisted on having another glass of wine.

Another glass of Splash Wine was served. She took a big sip and wiped her mouth.

"It happened over three hundred years ago. In the history of the dragon race, it is generally referred to as the 'Reincarnation Incident'."

"Reincarnation?"

Zeshia nodded, then suddenly slapped her head.

"Damn it, I forgot."

She snapped her fingers, and an invisible barrier rose around her.

Although they were the only two in the small garden, and the others were out of range for eavesdropping, she still cautiously cast another sound-blocking spell.

Then he began to tell Yaluo:

"Three hundred years ago, when I was only in my twenties, my brother Elga was the Dragon King."

"The Dragon Clan had a very important festival at that time, called the Day of Return. It was held every ten years to commemorate the day when the Dragon Clan defeated the Demon Clan in the Third Battle of Beiye and recaptured the Ross Mountains."

"What is the Third Battle of Kitano?" asked Yaluo.

Zeshia glared at him angrily. "The Dragon Clan has fought three wars with the Demon Clan over the ownership of the Ross Mountains. This is the fundamental reason for the poor relationship between the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan. I explained this in class. Didn't you listen?"

“I have some impression”

Zeshia snorted and continued:

"In short, the Day of Return needed to be presided over by a high priest. However, half a month before the Day of Return, the high priest of the dragon clan, Domalang, who was in charge of this sacrificial ceremony, died in his lair."

"There wasn't a single wound on his body, nor any signs of curses or poison. It looked like he died of natural causes. However, Domalang was only over 500 years old at the time, which is equivalent to 60 years old in your human age. He also had no illness, so he shouldn't have died suddenly."

"The Dragon Tribe's High Priest has died. Elgar quickly issued an order for a thorough investigation and a temporary dragon to serve as the priest."

"However, no matter who is chosen, they will mysteriously die in the nest the next day without any signs."

"Curse?" Yaluo said.

"No, even the protective spell that Elga cast with the combined power of the three elders could not prevent death. If it is a curse, it must be completely out of the question." Zeshia said with a frown.

"Four dragons died because of this incident. Once chosen, they would die the next day. Even if someone was assigned to guard them all night, it wouldn't work. They were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping lives silently."

Zeshia took another sip of her wine and sighed.

"Anyway, Elgar was busy with this matter for a long time, but still couldn't find the murderer."

"And from then on, every ten years on the day of reincarnation, a high priest would die, so now this festival has been stopped."

"However, this incident has become a mystery that the Dragon Clan has yet to solve, and the truth behind it remains unknown."

Zeshia narrowed her eyes slightly and gripped the handle of her wine glass tightly.

"This incident has affected the Dragon Clan for so long. If we don't investigate thoroughly, the situation will worsen in the future."

Yaluo understood now: "So, you need the memories that Evemina stole just to investigate this?"

Zeshia nodded. "Evmina took away some of the memories of the victims. If we can access their memories, we might be able to find out something."

"This king also has a premonition that the final truth will definitely affect the entire dragon clan."

"So what's your progress now?" Yaluo asked.

"This king has developed a secret technique that can scan the scenes in his memories and identify any anomalies, but the scan takes quite a while."

At this time, the potato chips were served. Zeshia picked up one, took a bite, and pointed the remaining half at Yaluo:

"So, think carefully now. This kind of thing might cost you the rest of your life."

"I've already said it before. I can't be scared now. That would be so embarrassing." Yaluo shrugged while biting a potato chip.

"It's better to lose face than to lose your life."

"Then shouldn't you hurry up and kiss me a few more times now?" Yaluo leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at Yinlong.

Zeshia rolled her eyes at him and stuffed half a potato chip in her hand into his mouth.

"I don't want to talk about this with you, an idiot."

She took a big gulp of her drink.

She put down the wine glass with a bang, her cheeks slightly red, she blinked, and seemed a little dazed.

"I'm a little sleepy," she said.

"I think you are drunk."

(End of this chapter)