✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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Susie hung her head.

She struggled to search for memories of her graduation ceremony from distant memories—

Time is running out, seize the day?

Today I am proud of my alma mater, tomorrow my alma mater will be proud of me?

Strive for progress, make persistent efforts to create good results... No, this is the boss's annual meeting speech.

...... Forget it, the cultural environment is completely different!

What's more, who has the patience to listen to the leader's speech! I'm busy taking pictures and having dinner together!

The lord calmly turned the latest page: "Let's look at what we want to do today."

——

"What did you say!"

Holding her precarious hairstyle through the crowd, Martha finally found her best friend, and the noise around her was so deafening that she had to cover one ear and yell at each other.

"I mean—"

The gentle and shy half-elf girl on weekdays spent half of her makeup, and at this time she also ripped her throat open, and even a series of native languages appeared, and Martha could barely make out what she said from the shape of her mouth.

"Bang"!

Crackers stuffed with confetti and sequins were dragged, and people stepped on the table to open the sparkling wine that shook too violently, and the cork corks rushed to the ceiling, causing the bright magic lamps to sway, and colorful ribbons and snow-white wine foam splashed in all directions, and everyone around them was drenched, but at this moment, no one paid attention to them.

"Oh, Eve——!"

Someone in the middle of the crowd shouted and raised their glasses, and before Martha could see who it was, the other party had been pulled into a new battle.

The bar near Dawn Academy was filled with dizzy students, and with a little patience, it should be possible to find all the faces of the fourth year, even the reclusive creatures who usually hide in the mole hole are now in the pile of bottles in a corner.

- Of course, no one has that kind of patience.

Those who were still fairly conscious still tried to swim through the crowd, looking for their companions, but most of them simply instinctively screamed and cheered with those around them. The sound of music and noise was almost enough to overshadow an alchemy experiment accident, and almost no one could hear what the other party said, but who cared, and they didn't really need to hear clearly, every young man had a smirk on his face.

It's the eve of the ceremony.

Four years ago, this group of young teenagers came to this lonely island of eternal night with a fearful dream for a legend, and after tonight, their voyage will sail again.

No one is not drunk, no one is not sober.

They have spent thousands of long days and nights here, but tonight is destined to be the most special.

The door to the tavern was pushed open, and the nearest few students barely managed to distract themselves and turn their heads to see which one was late. Then they quieted down.

It's a silver elf.

The silver elves, covered in light, walked through the crowd like Moses, stepping on the wet wine and confetti on the floor to the central round table. The table was filled with empty and half-empty bottles and glasses, and the overflow of wine trickled down the edge to the floor.