"Look at myself......" Many questions came flooding around, making Vickers full of doubts.

"Your drunken tongue and red lips, I'll go get the Black Thorn wine now, please wait. ”

"Thank you. A human man took a sip of the bright red liquor, and his eyes lit up as if he had been hit in the head, exhaling a clearly visible wine-colored mist, but only for a moment.

The man's mouth was surrounded by a brown beard like fluff, but he didn't look very old, just a human youth, and he didn't look old with an uncle-like beard.

The young "uncle" took a second sip, and there was no longer the reaction of the last time, and he calmly enjoyed the third and fourth sips. The man tasted the tavern's signature with great care, and knew the alcohol content of this wine, and it seemed that it was definitely not the first time he had come here.

While tasting the wine, he looked at the new bartender brother in front of him, that is, Vickers, who was wiping the wine glass, and he didn't know how many times Vickers had wiped the quilt.

The glass was slowly turned by Vickers, with no intention of stopping, which corresponded to his thoughts, without the slightest inclination to stop, and was not disturbed by the noise of the tavern.

A large man in the shape of a sleeping giant, who walked through the tavern door, was different from the others, he was more burly, and he was an orc, nearly three meters tall, and his reddish-brown skin was covered with battle-hardened scars and wounds. The orc was shirtless, so the marks of these battles could be clearly seen, and his lower body was loose black leather pants with heavy leg armor.

The orc was full of bulging muscles, and the fierce light was full of light, and at first glance it was a person who could never be provoked, and at this time it was walking towards Vickers step by step.

The iron shoe slammed into the wooden floor of the tavern, leaving no dent marks, but it was fast.

The orc slapped the counter, and the entire counter vibrated with it, startling Vickers, who was already focused on his thoughts.

The wine glass, which was completely clean and almost as good as new, was shaken up, and Vickers couldn't catch it, and his body flicked and leaned directly against the wine rack, so that the wine on the wine rack did not fall to the ground.

The glass approached the two-story ceiling, then quickly fell, and was caught by a human man who was savoring his drunken red lips, and he put it back in its original position.

"Hey, the new kid!"

Vickers soothed under the influence of this deep voice, and then he saw the orc in front of him, who was nearly half his height, expressionless but with a fierce look.

"I'm dying of thirst after a glass of drunken tongue and red lips!" the fierce orc let out a heavy voice like thunder, and the orc stared straight at Vickers like a pure beast.

In fact, it was a very calm tone, probably because the orc was used to talking loudly, causing his usual words to be like a roar.

Vickers's heart sank, this was his first day on the job, and he didn't know how to bartend at all, let alone make a tavern's signature feature.

His heart tightened, and he looked behind him, the rooms at the counter were closed, and Moss had been in to get the Black Thorn Wine for a while, and there might be some reason for the delay in coming out, and he had encountered something else.

The strong aura approached Vickers, like a heat wave crashing around him, and the orc roared slightly: "What are you doing in a daze, I want wine!"

The orc's voice was a little louder, which was a roar in the true sense of the word, and it attracted the attention of the drinkers.

"It's actually the unflattering guy of the 'Anvil of War', and he's here again. ”

"Where's Moss?"

"Where's the bartender? Leave this poor little fellow here to face the hardest people to deal with. ”

Some of the drinkers whispered, while others began to worry about Vickers and sympathize with his plight.

"Mosgo?" Vickers shouted through the door, but no response came from inside.

"I'm sorry, but the bartender isn't here right now. Vickers said cautiously, for fear of provoking the giant man in front of him.

The giant orc frowned, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and a few traces of anger gathered from his whole body to the center of his brain, because of his irritable and impulsive nature, he was extremely easily infected by angry emotions, and if anything did not go his way, this big or small thing would become the source of anger.

Vickers swallowed a mouthful of saliva and lowered his head, he didn't know what was going to happen next.

A few seconds passed, and the orc stood still, but the anger did not subside, and it continued to grow little by little, which could be easily seen from his eyes.

Anger is not terrible, but the anger that looks like an extinct volcano is about to erupt.

Vickers has also lived alone on the desert island of Liao for a year, and has had close contact with sea fish larger than Shifu and beasts taller than hills, and will definitely not be intimidated by the momentum of the orcs, and other peers may be the opposite.

It felt a bit like the coercion released by Syphil, but it wasn't coercion, it was the wrath of the giant orcs.

Vickers raised his head slightly, glanced at the giant orc, and found that he was staring at him, the bloodshot in his eyes like small snakes, swimming in the eyeballs, and his arms, which were thicker than Vickers' waist, could not bear it.

"It can't be helped. Vickers sighed to himself.

"Pink, crimson, pale blue, and orange stuff like frothy juice," Vickers turned to pick up a few bottles from the wine rack before searching for something on the counter, "and the black jar." ”

Seeing Vickers' behavior, the "V" shaped fold on the orc's forehead faded a lot, and the anger disappeared a little.

The human man, who looked indifferent to the side, turned his gaze to Vickers's hand, his eyes lit up, as if he was concentrating, and the drunken red lips in his hand had not yet finished drinking.

Vickers pours the base wine into the pure black flask, but Vickers has no idea what it is, remembering how Moss did it.

Vickers' nose couldn't tell what the pink liquid was smelling like, so he couldn't tell what it was doing. Vickers carefully handled the amount of base wine, trying to match the amount of Moss as much as he could.

Vickers saw the process of mixing the wine at that time, and the subtle parts were also remembered in his mind, including the amount of liquid.

"I look first, think again, and then try it myself. I did!"

Vickers poured the pink base three times slower than Moss, and it still turned out to be a little more, but it was reasonable, and Vickers was already very good to be able to do it to this extent.

Next, the crimson liquor, as soon as the bottle was opened, Vickers was flushed by the strong smell of wine, causing him to cough twice, so that his sense of smell was a little numb, and he immediately understood that it was a spirit, so he added a little more to the amount added by Moss.

The pale blue mint wine, which gives off a refreshing aroma of mint, is recognized by Vickers. His sense of smell would fade a lot in his nose because of the bottle of spirits, but the mint wine had reached a level of fragrance that was pungent to the nose.

Orange juice, Vickers really smelled oranges. Recall the amount of Moss added, the pale blue and orange juices were added with the utmost care.

All the liquids were in the flask, flat on the counter, Vickers thought for a few seconds, then pressed his left hand on the lid, and pressed his right hand against the surface of the flask, causing the whole flask to spin.

The speed of the shaker is getting faster and faster, but not as fast as Moss, which is within the range of speed that can be seen.

After Vickers began to try to mix alcohol, the man who should have gotten another bottle of Black Thorn wine didn't drink a little more of the drunken tongue and red lips in his hand, and watched what Vickers did intently, with a burning color in his eyes, and this emotion was hidden very deeply.

Wickers couldn't determine how long he should spin, his speed was completely incomparable to Moss's, and he couldn't control the time it took to turn the jug by calculating the difference in speed, Moss's speed was invisible, which was beyond Vickers's ability.

Now he can only feel the changes in the bartending bottle, and his feelings determine success or failure. An even swirl has formed inside the shaker, mixing four completely different substances together, but with slight flaws.

More than two minutes passed, and Vickers stopped his hands, he was too tired to keep the flask turning evenly, and if he didn't stop, the flask would lose his balance.

The V on the eyebrows of the giant orc became a little deeper, and he kept twisting his neck, and the sound of bone gadda kept ringing, showing great impatience.

Wix slowly opened the lid, he couldn't guarantee what was inside the shaker......

"What about that?" the orc pinched his thumb and forefinger together and showed it to Vickers.

Vickers understood what he was referring to, the only missing ingredient in the jug, a plant stem.

"Bang!" there was a sound of falling objects in the testing room at the counter, and it seemed that something very heavy had fallen to the ground.

Then came Moss's roar: "Be honest with me!"

Vickers turned, his attention already there, and a moment later, Moss came out of the room, a little dusty on his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm in trouble. Moss smiled apologetically.

When he saw the giant orc, his brows furrowed, and he returned to normal, and his last reaction was - stunned.

Moss gritted his teeth, his face sank, and he scolded: "Why are you here again? You have to pay for drinking here! This is not your military camp!"

The orc not only did not get angry at Moss's impatient tone, but also scratched his head a little shyly, and said, "Although I can strike iron, the finished products are confiscated, and there is no money to be made." ”

The orcs, who were still wantonly ferocious just now, actually showed a little blush on the giant's cheeks, which was not obvious on the brown-red skin.

The drinkers were not surprised by the orc's reaction, they knew that there were only two people here who were not afraid of the orc, Seffir Harbinger and Moss Drunkard.

"You deserve to join the army, don't come here if you don't have money!" Moss's attitude remained unchanged at all.

The orc looked at the ceiling, and had no intention of leaving, but still wanted to stay here, and the wine that was about to arrive had not yet been obtained.

Vickers was stunned, "What's going on? I'm serving a customer who won't pay? This person is so intimidating?"

"Wait!" Moss smelled a familiar smell, and he didn't notice it because of his emotions just now.

Moss followed the direction of the smell, turned his head to look at the pure black cocktail in front of Vickers, looked at Vickers in disbelief, and asked, "You made this?"

Vickers nodded slightly, not expecting praise, but fearing that Moss would blame him for wasting material.

Moss stepped forward, the cuff bracelet flashed silver, and the stems of the three plants were placed in the open flask.

As the stems of the plants merged with the wine, Moss was a little excited and excited, staring at Vickers with burning eyes, as did the human man on the side.

Ten seconds passed, and the orc grabbed the flask and hung it above his head with one hand, so fast that Vickers didn't even know when the flask had run to the orc.

The orc's head tilted, the flask in his hand tilted downward, and the bright red liquor poured clearly and vertically into the orc's mouth.

Moss had long expected that the giant orcs would directly rob it, and this was not the first time he had done such a thing, so he added the stems of the three plants.

Looking at the orc's bold posture, Vickers thought of something.

"Oh no, I'm going to make eight servings!" At this point, Vickers realized that he had done something stupid, and Moss was mixing eight wine glasses separately!

The flask was empty, and the orc didn't seem satisfied, and shook it a few more times, and finally reluctantly put it back in front of Vickers.

He hiccuped, his face was not red, he was standing firm, and he was conscious.

"The taste is a little different, a lot lighter, but it's ok. The orcs made such an assessment.

Vickers was shocked, compared to the previous eight, the orcs in front of him were too ......

Vickers was a little disappointed with the orc's evaluation, although he knew the result, this was his first time bartending, how good could it be?