Chapitre 137: The First PVP Guild War

After midnight, when Bacon finished helping female students, he liked to sit by the window in the cafe.

Through the French window, he could stare languidly at the empty streets while listening to the heavy metal band in the cafe.

Healing metal music, a cup of piping hot bloody chrysanthemum tea, an old book, and a sofa while waiting for someone.

When he saw the familiar figure appear on the street, Bacon gave a subtle smile.

He held up his cup and felt the fragrance of the bloody chrysanthemum tea. He lifted his head and drank the tea, which dripped down his vertebrae. Occasionally, some tea would drip on his ribs and make his ribs fragrant.

"Ding Ling."

The doorbell rang. A Slime waiter led the tall, handsome Devil to Bacon.

Bacon placed his tea at the side of the table and stood up.

"Lord Sherlock, I've finally met you. Apologies for meeting you late at night."