Orion Crest, Series_1

Chapter 70: I have nothing more to teach you

　　The fight lasted over 20 minutes.

　　Orion admitted that his opponent was strong.

　　"Bartender, a glass ...... no, two glasses ......"

　　Carella, who was reaching into her bag for money, was so tongue-tied that she couldn't even speak clearly.

　　Orion was in slightly better shape, but just barely staying awake by his strong willpower.

　　"Two glasses of ice water."

　　"Fuck off, I can still drink."

　　Orion pulled on the bartender's shoulder and added in a lowered voice, "...... A glass of ice water will do."

　　Just as Orion was in the middle of his sentence, a thud came from the side of the room, only to see Carella's forehead hit the bar, and the whole person was motionless.

　　Orion's head ached as he looked at Carella on the bar.

　　On the one hand, he was also a bit dizzy from drinking, and on the other hand, he didn't know where this girl lived.

　　Leaving it here was definitely not an option.

　　Not coming up with a good idea, Orion finally remembered that the "knowledgeable" Wynston was still sitting next to him, and immediately turned around to ask for advice.

　　"...... How do you normally handle something like this when it happens?"

　　Wynston froze and subconsciously replied.

　　"There are rooms upstairs ......"

　　Fumbling out two notes and slapping them on the bar, Orion took the key with the door number from the bartender's hand before continuing to look at Wynston.

　　"Give me a hand."

　　Staring at Orion, Wynston sat there and didn't move.

　　After a while, he suddenly sighed and lamented softly, "...... I have nothing more to teach you."

　　Saying that, he stood up and patted Orion's shoulder, giving a look of encouragement with hints.

　　"Cheer up!"

　　Throwing down these words, Wynston then left behind a slightly forlorn back, turned around and merged into the crowded mass of people and disappeared.

　　Orion: ???

　　......

　　After sitting next to her for a while, seeing that she didn't look like she was going to wake up, Orion finally gave up the impractical idea of continuing to wait.

　　If he continued to wait, he was afraid that he would have to wait until tomorrow.

　　Holding this crazy woman's arm, Orion used all his strength to carry her upstairs and throw her into the room.

　　The great work is done, the tired head is full of sweat, he sat down on a chair, gasping for a while, only to be able to slow down the energy.

　　Looking at Carella, who was lying unconscious on the bed, Orion made up his mind.

　　Next time he must not drink with her.

　　Sitting in the chair and resting for a while, Orion felt slightly better.

　　He had sweated earlier when he went upstairs, and along with it, he had sobered up quite a bit.

　　Looking out the window at the deep night, and seeing that it was getting late, he got up and walked over to the window, closing the curtains with his hand.