Chapter 571: Playoffs

"I've got a couple of nice bottles of wine down in the wine cabinet." Muke asked with a timely smile, "How about I bring them up to wake them up and drink them together?"

The red wine was brought up, and as the glasses were exchanged, the group of people who were not very good at drinking soon became drunk. I didn't expect that... ......"

"You two foreigners, you're good drinkers, you're bad, hiccups, you got me drunk!"

Georgia, the bad-hearted foreigner who was poured a lot of wine by Fang Dian but didn't get drunk because he was very drunk, honestly admitted her mistake: "...... was rude."

Armand is actually a little drunk, but he's a good drinker and can barely keep up appearances, and now he's looking on with a bemused expression at Mu Sicheng, who is rolling around in a drunken frenzy.

It was childish of him to get angry with such a person before.

A drunken Mu Sicheng oh so raises his hand and arrogantly yells, "The prince is my defeated champion!!!"

Armand quickly yelled back in anger, "Who's your loser you drunken monkey!"

" Armand's drunk." Georgia sounded apologetic as she held Armand down, "I'll take him away later."

Lu Yizhan, who doesn't drink much, smiles helplessly, "It's fine."

"Before I leave, I'll bring you a present." Georgia placed on the table two bags that he had been keeping handy by the shoe cupboard, he moved and spoke gently as if he didn't think there was anything in what he was taking out, "A few small tokens, I hope you'll like them."

Georgia takes the contents of the bag out.

Bai Liu's eyes glued for a moment, Lu Yizhan almost spat out his soup, and even Muke froze for a moment.

Drunken Fang Dian looks closer, touches it, says in a daze, "What is this, a golden statue ......"

On the table are two gold figures, one of Bai Liu and one of Lu Yizhan, one arm high and overflowing with gold, Bai Liu's being his single figure and Lu Yizhan's being a double figure, dressed in a black suit, with a bride with a blurred face on his arm.

"This is a gift from Bai Liu's friend." Georgia introduced in a calm tone. Georgia introduced in a calm tone, "This is Mr. Lu's welcome gift, as I didn't know what Miss Fang Dian looked like before and thus hadn't had time to carve the face yet, I will leave the craftsman here to carve it to look like Miss Fang Dian."

"No need!" Lu Yizhan waved his hand in horror, "This gift is too valuable for us to accept!"

Bai Liu's eyes narrowed as he pointed to Lu Yizhan's sculpture and asked sharply, "Why is his double, twice as heavy as mine?"

"Don't be so righteous in questioning other people's gifts!" Lu Yizhan angrily slapped Bai Liu on the head, "Give me a good chance to refuse someone else's expensive gift!"

"Please don't refuse." Georgia was sincere, "You and Bai Liu are both people who have helped the Gloren nation and it would be an insult to us if we couldn't even get a thank you gift the size of an ordinary Gloren family."

Lu Yizhan breaks down and covers his face, "!!!"

Is this already the level of thank you gift for your average family!

This is outrageous!!!

"Then accept it." Bai Liu said as he frankly reached over to take the sculpture, "A gift from a friend, and there's no point in refusing it."

You're quick to admit a friend at a time like this!

Lu Yizhan cried and laughed to stop Bai Liu's hand from reaching out, "You really can't ......"

Georgia stares at Lu Yizhan: "Are you really going to humiliate us with your refusal?"

Lu Yizhan: "......"

Georgia, is serious.

Eventually it was wanted.

"So why is Lu Yizhan's gold sculpture a double?" Bai Liu asks sincerely, "I must have given more credit to Gloren than he did, right? It's only logical that I should get twice as much gold as he did."

"Because the one for Mr. Lu is a wedding present." Georgia explains, "So it's for two."

Bai Liu stared at the golden sculpture twice the size of the one on the table, rubbed his chin, and glanced at Spades, who had been eating in silence, and fell into a pensive mood.

"So you get a double-weight gold sculpture for getting married?"

Spades: "?"

Lu Yizhan looked at Bai Liu with that familiar calculating look in his eyes and had an unsettling feeling, "What are you up to, Bai Liu ......"

Bai Liu muttered, "In that case -"

He turned his head to Georgia and said seriously, "I'm getting married too Georgia, give me double the gold sculpture, my boyfriend is 5'9" and it should cost more gold to do it in equal proportions ......"

Lu Yizhan broke down: "Don't get married frivolously over such things!"

After giving away the gold, Georgia took Armand and left.

"So there's still this kind of bonus to be had for getting married." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "Even the gold is double, no wonder everyone wants to get married ......"

Lu Yizhan collapsed face down on the sofa, as exhausted as if he had wrestled a hundred elephants: "...... No one at all but you would get married to eat such a bonus."

No more holidays for him ......

Lu Yizhan was in tears thinking, "Oooh, I want to get married!

Next day.

A hungover Mu Sicheng wakes up with a splitting headache next to the sofa and finds a small gold sculpture of himself the size of a hand, carved in the form of him being punched in the face and furious.

"????" Mu Sicheng held up the small sculpture and stood up angrily, "Which idiot carved up the way I was beaten?"

Bai Liu, who had just woken up and was holding up a cup of hot water, said casually, "Oh, this, Armand asked me to give it to you last night."

"It says it's carved down the way you lost to him, so you can remember your disastrous defeat."

"Who lost badly! He's the one who lost!" Mu Sicheng was so angry that he had to throw the sculpture in the trash, "Who wants the dog he gave us--"

"- it's a solid gold sculpture." Bai Liu, holding the cup of hot water, added the second half of the sentence without delay, "You can give it to me if you don't want it."

Mu Sicheng froze in his attempt to throw it, he slowly let it go for a moment, hesitated for a long time, took a bite from his mouth and then said in confusion, "Shit, it's soft, it's really solid gold!"

"Yes." Bai Liu replied slowly and leisurely, "A prince, after all."

--Bringing a meet-and-greet gift to a friend is not too shabby.

"Pack up and get into the game." Bai Liu raised his eyes, his tone calm, "The draw for the next playoff game comes out today and we have to get ready for the next game."

Game in the Wandering Circus Guild meeting room.

Wang Shun rushed into the conference room, he took a deep breath and propped his hands on the desk, "The results are in."

All eyes look over.

"The Deer Hunter." Wang Shun's face was a meaty tightness, "Our next opponent, the Deer Hunter."

General Directorate of Heresy Handling, lowest level of the basement.

This is a place where heretics who are very dangerous and have not yet found a reasonable way to be housed are held as overcustody, and only those in captain-level positions are allowed to take the lift and come here.

After the riots started by Bai Liu, security was further tightened and in order to come here, you had to fill out a series of application forms and even bring a surveillance ring, in addition to asking for a captaincy.

Cen Buming, after putting a surveillance ring on his wrist, swiped open the lift with the captain's ID card and pressed the button for the bottom floor lift.

The lift went all the way down, he was draped in his Heretic Authority uniform jacket, an eye patch over his left eye, one arm around his chest, silent, the hem of his shirt and the top of his boots still with blood that hadn't had time to be washed, and the voice of the team member came over the surveillance ring, " Team Cen, only stay fifteen minutes."

"Hmm." Cen Buming responded faintly, "Got it."

The lift finally landed on the last floor and slowly opened up, before which was pitch darkness, some heretics are not fit to be held in sight, so it has always been pitch dark here, only on either side of the road in the very middle, there would be faint illumination, and the air was filled with a fishy smell of seawater -

--the same disgusting scent as on Bai six.

Cen Buming moves in, the soles of his boots tapping on the metal floor with a steady, orderly footfall, something unspeakable surges in the darkness on either side, but the moment they get close to Cen Buming, they cower back as if smelling danger from a more dangerous kind.

The smell of seawater in the air creeps away again.

Cen Buming walked calmly through the darkness as if he hadn't noticed all this, and the supervisors listening to the footsteps lamented that if they hadn't known that this was a place for very dangerous heretics who hadn't found the right way to be housed and dealt with, he would have thought that their Team Cen was not at the bottom of the pile, but walking around the playground.

Of course, tyrant instructors like Team Cen don't usually do such time-wasting things.

But Team Cen doesn't usually go to the last level either, and although he has access to it, he hates it so much that he rates the bottom level of the Directorate of Heresy as [a place that shouldn't exist].

"Such unshelterable and dangerous heretics should be executed in time." Cen Buming comments indifferently on this final layer of heresy, "Otherwise one day these monsters will cause even more harm."

At this point, Captain Su Yang would argue disapprovingly, "This is not in line with the philosophy of the Heretics Bureau!"

"We exist to house heretics and deal with heretics, not to execute them indiscriminately!"

"You mean this naive idea from the [prophet] who died ten years ago?" Cen Buming sneered, "He's dead, it's time for that philosophy to change."

"Such naive fools who try to save even heretics will not end well."

"You!" Su Yang, a good-tempered man like him, was so angry with Cen Buming that he took a deep breath, "Team Cen, I know that Team 2 is mainly in the field and there are many times when they are in head-to-head combat with heretics, and there are more or less casualties, so it's normal for you to have a grudge against them."

"I also know you really hate the [prophets] who set up this set of mechanisms."

--Yes, Team Cen hates everything about [the Prophet] so much that whenever a team member brings it up, even if it's just small talk, he coldly interrupts: "Don't discuss a dead person in front of me."

This is one of the reasons why few people in the current game know that [prophets] exist.