After leaving Sefiel's office, there was another smell of alcohol, but Vickers was more than comfortable with it.

As soon as Vickers left the door, he walked to the human youth who was wiping the cup behind the counter, and the Moss that Seffir said should be the person.

"The ......"

"I know, you come in. ”

Vickers entered the counter through a gap in the counter, walked over to Moss's side, and found that the counter was covered with glass, as well as some unseen utensils.

Moss handed the cup in his hand to Vickers and said, "You change your clothes first, and then wipe all the cups on the counter." ”

As he spoke, he somehow took out a uniform from behind him, threw it to Vickers, and sat aside.

This white uniform was just a blouse, and Vickers put it on directly, just the right size.

Moss raised his lips, chuckled, and said, "It's quite suitable for you." ”

Then he coughed lightly and added, "My name is Moss Drunkard, just call me Moss, I'm the bartender and bartender and manager of this tavern." ”

Vickers listened to it, and the cup and red cloth in his hand kept turning.

After about half an hour, Vickers had wiped all the glasses he could see. He let out a breath and his arm ached.

"I rubbed it so carefully that it was too late in the evening when business was good. It wasn't until Vickers finished wiping that Moss came to remind him of his "mistake".

Moss took the last wine glass that Vickers had wiped, and took out a piece of red cloth from the counter to wipe the glass, and the red cloth reached into the glass, put the palm of his hand against the side of the glass, and rubbed it around the edge of the glass, then rotated it around the bottom of the glass, and finally wiped the outside and the bottom of the glass.

"Just wipe it once. As soon as he finished speaking, a bearded dwarf in a brown overalls approached the counter.

"Old man, Brother Moss!" The dwarf's voice was so loud that everyone in the tavern could hear it. He kicked his legs and sat down on the high chair.

Moss took out a large flat glass from the counter, turned on the switch of a barrel behind him, and after a few seconds the bright orange liquid filled the glass to a large part, he casually took a bottle of spirits from the wine rack, poured a little into the flat glass, and then picked up a few ice cubes from a box on the counter, put it in, and handed it to the dwarf.

Because of the addition of spirits, the bright orange color of the drink became a little darker, and Vickers saw the process of making this glass of wine, and remembered it all.

"It's supposed to be bartending, that's what I do. Vickers thought to himself.

Without hesitation, the dwarf drank the wine from his glass, leaving only a few ice cubes.

"Cool! You must drink once in the morning, noon and evening!" The dwarf's body trembled slightly, and then he exhaled a white breath, and he didn't care about the foam on his beard.

Seeing the dwarve's arrogant drinking, Vickers swallowed.

The flat cup still had the white mist emitted by the ice cubes, and the coldness of it could be felt from a foot away.

The bearded dwarf returned the cup to Moss and motioned for a refill, and then he turned to Vickers, looked at him, and said, "Who is this child?

Moss was preparing the wine that the dwarves wanted, and was silent.

The dwarf's eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to look at Vickers closely, and found that Vickers's ears were a little longer and pointer than those of humans. He smiled sharply, leaned towards Moss, and said loudly, "Yes! Which elf woman did you hook up with?" ”

"Oh~" There was a sudden heckling in the tavern.

Vickers suddenly noticed the burning gazes of several people, which made him very uncomfortable, so he had to keep his head down.

Moss shoved the wine into the dwarf's hand, so that he almost didn't hold it steady, and then said coldly, "It's been a long time since I've taken a break off." ”

The commotion stopped abruptly.

The dwarf drank it all again, pressed a gold coin and cup to the counter, and jumped off the barchair.

"Gone. The dwarf walked away.

Moss accepted the gold and slapped his left hand on the flat cup, which slid straight down the counter in front of Vickers.

"On the first day you do the work of washing and wiping the cups, with the sink behind you. Moss said.

Vickers turned around and washed the cup, and heard Moss's voice in his ears again: "That guy was mining just now, and his money is relatively easy to earn, and nine-tenths of the gold coins he gives are tips." ”

Vickers didn't know the actual value of the gold coins, probably because the bearded dwarf was very large.

In the morning, there were not many people who drank early in the morning like the dwarf, and Vickers stared blankly at the floor in front of him, wiping the glass in his hand repeatedly, thinking back to the contents of the lesson.

I thought of my homeroom teacher again, who looked cold in class, but here I changed my appearance, and my homeroom teacher turned out to be such a person......

The owner of the tavern had stayed in his office and never came out, and Moss had gone in once, as if to talk about Vickers.

At the end of the day, a man dressed as a chef came to the tavern, and after a few words with Moss, he entered another room in the tavern.

"You remember, when you have classes, the afternoon is your working time, and when you don't have classes, you have to be here all day, your salary is ten gold coins, monthly settlement, and tips are all yours. No comment?" Moss said to Vickers.

Vickers shook his head.

"Alright, you get off work and come back in the afternoon. ”

Vickers walked out of the counter sluggishly, and was suddenly stopped by Moss.

"Take off your clothes, fold them and put them on the counter. ”

After turning back and putting away his uniform, Vickers left the tavern, and when he breathed in the fresh air, he was back at the villa in Catimos.

"How's it going?" Vickers had barely walked in the door when Catimos's voice fluttered.

Vickers replied, "I work in the afternoon when I have classes, and I work all day when I don't." ”

"Well, I see, you stay here today and tomorrow, and that's it for the rest of you. When the meal is ready, go and eat it yourself. ”

Vickers looked at the table, a steaming meal ready and neatly laid out on the table.

"Teacher, aren't you eating?" Wix was already seated and ready to go.

Catimos waved his hand and sat on the couch with a book in his other. At home, Catimos seemed to sit in that position, reading the book in hand.

The food tasted good, no meal in the cafeteria was good, but it was already good, Vickers didn't pick, after all, he had survived alone on a desert island for a year.

The heat rose a foot high, and the meals looked as if they had just been prepared, and Vickers felt that Catimos had been too good to him, and that he had not given anything, but the teacher had provided him with shelter and food.

He looks like a very strict teacher, but he seems to be a very good person.