The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

The fingers are too wide, the time is too thin, slipping away quietly and without nostalgia

Before I knew it, half a year had passed.

Today, in the Tataria Union, Phuket City, in a hotel called Revelers' Hotel.

The revelers' hotel has two floors, the first floor is in the form of a tavern, and the second floor is the place to stay.

In the tavern on the first floor, there are more than a dozen old wooden tables lined up, brightly lit, full of people's voices, rude big men drinking inferior ale, bragging about their bravery.

At the end, there is a bar counter made of high-quality black iron wood. A middle-aged man with a pot belly is standing there with a smile, while fiddling with the wine on the bar counter, while watching the various living beings in the bar!

The tavern smelled of bad alcohol and sweat.

From time to time, a few scantily clad prostitutes passed through the crowd.

These alcoholic guys, taking advantage of the strength of the alcohol, stretched out their black claws to get angry or scold these prostitutes!

There is also a big man with a lewd smile and said to a prostitute, Lucy, I haven't seen you for a few days, why is your butt soft? I am an excellent blacksmith, let me help you beat it! Don't be polite to me! I don't The money collector! Hahahaha!

Hahahaha... The vulgar man next to him also laughed, and his lewd eyes peeked at this prostitute named Lucy layer by layer.

The other big men were taken aback when they heard it, and then they couldn't hold back their mouths and burst out laughing.

Hahahahaha...

Many people laughed until their stomachs hurt, holding their stomachs, they still couldn't stop their laughter.

There was a jovial air in the tavern.

Only the big man named Kelia stood up suddenly with his face flushed, and yelled at that Lucy whore, You bitch, come here, kneel in front of you Uncle Kelia, put your ass up/up , let you see how powerful Uncle Klia is!

Swish... the prostitute Lucy shook her head, with a look of disgust and disbelief, and said to Klia in a pitiful tone, Honey, don't be angry! Don't force yourself!

Before Klia could answer, Lucy rushed to say, Honey, don't be sad, I understand you!

But don't be afraid! Don't worry about others laughing at you! Anyway, they have already laughed... Hahahaha...

At the end, Lucy the whore broke into another high-pitched laugh.

The voice resonated with the other big men, and they also laughed, and looked at Kelia with a strange look.

Kelia was furious, wanting to prove himself, and said madly, I'm not! Come on, bitch, come here! Let Master Kelia prove it to you!

Nobody paid any attention to Klia at all.

These people need a joke, not a truth.

Kelia's face became more and more ugly, and when his mind was muddled and he was about to explode, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a gust of wind blew in, cooling down the happy atmosphere in the tavern.

Everyone in the tavern looked towards the door.

I saw a young man walking in with a sullen look in his brows.

This young man was wearing a light yellow dress, with deep eyes and hooked nose, his hands were covered with calluses, and there were small scars.

Upon seeing him, the entire tavern fell silent, and the fat man at the bar turned gloomy, his eyes narrowed into a line.

The next second, a man with a scar face stood up and whistled, Look, it's our generous Jerwitt back! Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you, this handsome The man here is Jerewitt who treated us to a luxurious meal last time. He has a magical table! A table that can continuously produce delicacies!

Let's give him a warm welcome! Please him! the man with the scar face said passionately.

Maybe,

He will let us see that magic table again! Let's have another nice lunch! This is a treasure that the owners of Phuket City will never forget! The voice of the man with the scar face turned low!

However, this man named Jerewit ignored the enthusiasm of the scarred face, with a calm face, like a volcano before it erupted, and walked directly to the fat middle-aged man at the bar.

The man with the scarred face was a little uneasy, looking uncertainly at Jerwitt who was walking towards the tavern owner.

The atmosphere in the tavern was a little weird.

The other big men were whispering, and as for Kelia's embarrassing incident just now, no one cared.

Really? He is the owner of that magical table?

Really! Why lie to you! Scar Hank will lie to you, our friendship for so many years, will I lie to you?

Is there really that kind of table that can continuously produce all kinds of delicacies?

Yes! Oh my god! Damn, you remind me of the delicious food of that day again! That grilled meaty crispy chicken, coated with souvlaki honey, and fine salt, bites and tastes sweet... ...tsk tsk tsk...and that high-quality ale, mellow and full of aftertaste. After drinking one glass, the other glass will be full...ah...

Damn it, stop talking! You told me that I was hungry...why didn't I see his table?

How do I know? Maybe it's hidden! Ah, the delicious food of the day!

Okay... that's enough! Come on, buddy, don't do this! You killed me! Is it really so good? Dude, do you think he will treat us to dinner today?

have no idea!

...

Don't blame me! I told you to come here often! This thing depends on luck!

...my wife doesn't allow...

...What's wrong with marrying a wife?

...

It deserves it! Hurry up and ask your wife to introduce me!

...

Ignoring all kinds of gossip in the tavern, Jerewit went straight to the bar, looking at the middle-aged fat man with sharp eyes.

The middle-aged obese man was not angry, but with a kind smile on his face, he said, Welcome our distinguished guest, Mr. Jerwitt, you are taking care of my tavern again!

Would you like a glass of delicious wheat wine? The middle-aged fat man said, and then he laughed dumbfounded, and said, Sorry, I forgot, Mr. Jerewitt is someone who owns a magical gourmet table, how could he fall in love with it? What about my stuff here?

The words of the middle-aged obese man seemed to have touched Jerewitt’s scales, he roared like an enraged lion, “Galia, stop pretending, put away your ridiculous disguise, it It's like a Fisk monkey imitating human speech!

This can be said to be insulting.

The faces of many big men in the tavern changed, and they stood up silently.

And the middle-aged fat man Gallia's expression also sank suddenly, and he said coldly, Jerwitt, I don't care if you were beaten up or your wife ran away with someone! But this is my territory!

It's my Gallia territory!

For the sake of the good meal last time, I forgive your rudeness, but only once! Put your temper away, I am not your father, and I will not be used to your bad temper! Otherwise, I will let you Pay the price!

That's enough! Gallia! You disgusting bastard, you're still phony at this point! You stole my desk! Anger had already driven Jerewit out of his mind, and made him ignore the back of him Those big men with malicious intentions!

PS: The Table, the Golden Donkey and the Stick: The violent tailor father believed a sheep's lie and drove away his three sons. The eldest son went to work with a carpenter and got a table that could be turned into gourmet food, and the second son went to work with a miller and got a donkey that could pull out gold coins. They all entered the same hotel successively, and the treasure was exchanged by the hotel owner. The third son worked at a turner and got a stick that could hit people automatically. He learned what had happened to his two elder brothers, and he played tricks to punish the hotel owner, and took back the table and the golden donkey. The family enjoyed themselves happily. live together.