MTL - Examination of the Imperial Examination-Chapter 7 Warriors and the Sea Bar
Daspoo's idea is that in this sequence, the ability to rely on articles and words to fight in the 8th sequence may be a little weak in the early stage.
There may be something to do tomorrow, and there is one more chapter today
Thank you 6mite9 for giving me this super amateur writer, giving me a plan and a heart-to-heart.
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On Pelican Street, Alvin packed his things, got off the carriage and walked towards the Warriors and the Sea Bar.
The 'Warrior and the Sea' bar on Pelican Street in the Rose District, where the owner is called Williams, is where Alvin came across, and it was also the first time that Alger the Hanged Man traded above the gray fog, mentioned The place, and this familiar name, allowed Alvin to identify the world he was in.
When he chose this name, he didn't know if it meant to commemorate the new life. Maybe he just thought it was smooth.
Soon he came to the door of the bar with the sailor hat logo, pushed hard, the heavy door slowly opened, and the loud sound and impetuous heat wave rushed in.
It was already lunchtime, and there were already quite a few customers in the tavern. Some of them were temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired, while others were doing nothing and numbing themselves with alcohol.
The inside of the tavern was quite dark. People were holding wooden wine glasses, sometimes discussing loudly, sometimes cursing and laughing, and Alvin walked to the front of the bar non-stop.
"Well, it's you, a stranger." The bartender said casually after seeing Alvin, "What do you want today? Enmat beer, and Southville beer?"
"No, a glass of Langzi with ice and a fried fish," Alvin said with a smile, putting down his drawing board and sitting on the high stool in front of the bar.
The bartender raised his eyebrows, holding a large wooden mug with golden yellow liquor, the beer smells strong and attractive, and handed it to Alvin, "It seems that you made a lot of money today? Still accept it, your widow landlord's care."
After taking a bite, I can only feel a refreshing and refreshing taste. It is bitter and fragrant at first, and then the taste of malt rushes out, and the return is a little sweet.
"Cough, Jack, you know, I have nothing to do with Mrs. Rosa Bonheur, there are landlords and tenants, you should distinguish those are rumors" Hearing the bartender Jack's words, Alvin just took a sip The beer almost spit out.
"C'mon Jack, your joke made me almost ruin a 7p lonzi. In fact, I didn't even transfer the money for the stagecoach today. You know it's very lively in the South Docklands today." He grabbed his hand Holding the wooden cup, he raised his head and watched Jack say it in a helpless tone.
"Come on, who doesn't know your name here, handsome Mr. Alvin, customers come from those beautiful ladies and your landlady, and I heard your rent is only 1 sole, and it's still on Citrus Street" Bartender Jack shrugged and said in an envious tone.
Alvin paused for a moment, squinted his eyes and smiled in response, "Long handsome, that is the gift of the Lord."
"You may not know how jealous many men look at you"
"Really, then I have to be careful." With a smile on his face, Alvin replied in a funny tone, but his eyes looked at the bartender Jack with scrutiny.
He thought doubtfully in his heart, "The rent is due to Mrs. Rosa Bonnard, and she only charges herself 1 soule a month. No one other than Mrs. Rosa Bonnard's maid should know about this."
"Is Williams there? I'll look for him later."
Jack gestured towards a house to the left of the bar with his head.
At this time, his fried fish was also brought up. The two sides did not speak. Alvin quickly finished the fried fish on the plate. Wooden mug, finished the remaining sip of beer in the mug, put 2 soles on the bottom of the mug, and said something
"The rest of the tip, remember to help me see things"
Without waiting for the bartender Jack to respond, he stood up and walked towards the room on the left side of the bar where Williams was.
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One of the second floors of a rental apartment, Iron Cross Street, Thingen, Ahowa County.
Klein Moretti, with black hair and brown eyes and a thin body, just finished eating boiled potatoes, sitting at the desk, ready to read the diary written by his predecessor, summing up a series of magical encounters brought about by this transfer ceremony.
"What is certain is that the red stars in the mysterious gray fog have an unknown connection with Justice and the Hanged Man. When I touch those stars, I can pull them down to that mysterious space, but I clearly remember At that time, I accidentally touched three red stars, why are there only two people, Justice and The Hanged Man?"
"Combined with the severe head throbbing caused by staying in the mysterious gray fog space for too long, it should be that my ability can only pull two people to that mysterious space, at least for now, let's assume that, More attempts are needed to verify"
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"Dong Dong" Alvin stood at the door and gently knocked on the thick half-closed wooden door, making a muffled sound.
"Come in," came a somber voice.
He stretched out his hand and put on the wooden board, "creaky..." The harsh sound of the wooden door rubbing sounded.
Alvin stepped in, and a soft and thick dark brown carpet appeared in front of him. On both sides were a bookshelf and a wine cabinet. There were not many books on the bookshelves, and there were a lot of alcohol that Alvin did not know in the wine cabinet. , the various colored liquids of alcohol shone in various colors under the dim gas lamps.
There is a bottle of ink, a quill pen, and a glass of Southwell spirits on the desk where the candles are placed. (There is a spirit mentioned in the original book, which can temporarily improve the ability of the Sequence 8 Rage People. I have been looking for it for a long time. See, so I just wrote one, excuse me) and a piece of parchment spread out.
Behind the desk, a sturdy middle-aged man wearing a sailor hat with rough skin and a little stubble on his face watched Alvin come over.
He stood up and said with a smile, "It turned out to be you, Alvin. I was just wondering who could knock on the door so politely. As you know, I'm almost a bunch of reckless people here." After saying hello, Alvin sat down across the table.
Alvin looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on the glass of Southville spirits on the desk, and then withdrew his gaze.
"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry to bother you." Alvin bowed slightly politely, then sat down in front of the desk, thinking about how to speak.
"Beer or red wine, I don't have coffee or black tea here." Williams didn't immediately ask him why he was here, but turned around and walked to the wine cabinet and asked back.
"Red wine is fine, thank you." Alvin didn't know how to speak, so he could only follow Williams' words, smiled and nodded politely.
"Well, a tasteful choice, maybe you should **** collection." While speaking, Williams carefully took out a bottle of Ormere wine with complex and classical patterns from the bottom of the wine cabinet.
"It came from the hands of a poor nobleman in the Feysac Empire. It is 150 years old. It is quite rare so far. Even in some noble wine cellars, it is one of my most valuable collections." Williams held the wine bottle in his hand Introduced to Alvin with a smile.
He forcefully uncorked the bottle, and the aroma of wine filled the small room less than 30 to 40 square meters, and put down a glass in front of him.
The bright red liquid of wine looks particularly eerie in a goblet glass.
"Try it, the taste of this wine will make you think that the red wine you drank before is not a wine, but a drink." Seeing Williams' rough and calloused hands, he pushed the glass to Alvin, and quickly put The bottle is corked, said.
"Thank you" Alvin didn't refuse, he reached out to lightly lift the glass, and glanced at his palm quickly.
"You should study this method of doing things yourself. It's obvious that you have something to do with him, so it's hard to open your mouth. After this conversation, you relax a lot without realizing it. There's still a lot to learn." Alvin sighed inwardly.
Put the cup to your mouth and take a sip, only to feel astringent, sour, sweet, fruity, alcohol, and aroma. These different flavors come together to create a unique flavor that clearly feels better than any red wine I'm used to drinking.
"Well, it's a very good wine with a unique taste." Alvin smiled awkwardly and said honestly.
Then he added, "Sorry, I don't know much about tasting wine. In fact, this is the first time I've had such a good red wine."
"Haha, what an honest young man." Hearing Alvin's honest answer, Williams laughed indifferently.
"But your frankness has also cost you the opportunity to drink and collect with me in the future." As he spoke, he picked up the red wine on the table, opened the wine cabinet, and carefully placed it in its original position.
"Mr. Williams, I'm here to ask for advice this time." Alvin watched Williams sit back on the chair before speaking again.
"Actually, I could tell from the time you entered the door," Williams replied by looking at him with blue eyes.
Before Alvin could speak, Williams gently leaned back in the chair~www.novelbuddy.com~ with a tone full of memories, "You know Alvin, your name often reminds me of an old friend, We had an unforgettable adventure together."
Alvin didn't say anything. After waiting for a while, he looked at Williams, who was gradually recovering from his memories, and then said softly, "It must be an impressive memory."
Williams, who replied, smiled and shook his head, "Sorry for keeping you waiting. When you get older, you will always remember the past." Then he turned to look at Alvin.
"Maybe you can explain why you came here"
Alvin organized the language and said, "Mr. Williams, there are two main things to trouble you today, the first is, I want to buy a pistol from you, or tell me where I can buy it, the second is I hope you can introduce me to a fighting teacher, preferably one with actual combat experience."
Williams first raised his hand and touched his chin, and looked at Alvin seriously, "Before answering your question, can you tell me where did you get the news, or who told you that you can get these things from me? "
In an instant, Alvin felt like he was being stared at by a beast, as if he would be torn apart in the next second.
Alvin proved his mind. With a single thought, he drew bamboo slips in his mind and opened his spiritual vision. His black eyes became deeper and his thoughts became faster. Under this momentum, his mood suddenly became calmer, and he no longer became nervous.
Looking up at Williams, "Sure enough, Mr. Williams is an Extraordinary. The action of touching his chin just now is to activate his spiritual vision. Under the pressure of his heart, the blood is flowing rapidly, and the muscle strength is also accumulating. Lightning strikes in seconds"
"This state looks like the Sequence 8 Furious People in the original book"
