Believe it or not, there are more people in the dark than you think. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are many people who live under the light, but there are also many who have fallen.

Day and night, there are many people doing unknown things in places you can't see.

People refer to all the dark depths and areas that are not known to ordinary people as [Night World].

As for me, I'm just an insignificant little guy inside, in the dark night, in the deepest private room of the tavern, those who are trading in the dark depths, they are the real bosses, in fact, there are marks that belong to the [Night World] everywhere, but it takes a little time to really find it.

The world never revolves around one person, I'm just a cog in a huge machine.

During the day, they are the same as ordinary people, and at night, they will become a different thing, these things have been recognized by the authorities, as long as there is no death, or some bottom line is touched, no one will care, they may be your neighbors, friends, acquaintances, but you don't know them at all.

It will be a part of my life until I leave.

You may have a hard time believing it, but in the tavern, twice as many people come at night as during the day.

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"Hey, a glass of Amorantin. "Understood, right away. ”

It's daytime.

All the chaos that belonged only to the night was completely converging.

All the debauchers put on their masks again and transformed themselves back into their normal appearance.

The whole tavern seemed to be a lot quieter, everyone obeyed the [rules], day and night, there was a clear distinction.

Albert is bartending for his guests, and his nimble hands and excellent coordination skills allow him to play all kinds of tricks with the bottle in his hand, constantly throwing and catching, so that the guests are satisfied with the service, which is why the boss is willing to use him.

In this world, there is no such complex bartending technique.

So this can be said to be a [unique skill].

At the same time, in the tavern, there will be countless people and things.

Many people who come to buy drunk have their own stories, and there are not many people who will come into contact with them in a small tavern.

For example, the middle-aged man in the corner, when he came, the man had already come here to drink a lot, and he had to get drunk every time, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night, although the time was not fixed, but every two or three days, Albert could always see him.

Everyone called him "Barrel Bill" because he had a really large amount of wine, and everyone couldn't fight with him, just like a wine barrel.

Mr. Bill once told him his story when he was drunk.

He used to have a wonderful family, a good job, and everything was good for him.

Until that day, that all changed.

Mr. Bill's wife, a member of a state-funded experimental facility, and his son, who was her assistant and himself the head of the agency's department, had a boring job of repeating the experiment over and over again and recording data according to the orders of the superiors.

But suddenly one day, the magic circle used for the experiment went wrong, and everything was a good life came to an abrupt end.

The magic circle that was supposed to be running as usual exploded, and the flames that rushed up in an instant directly broke through the wizard cover of his wife and son [Note: Protective magic, which can be used to resist attacks, the limit and consumption depend on the size of the individual's strength. 】。

He saw it with his own eyes, and all the goodness was destroyed in this fire.

In the end, people didn't find much wreckage, only a finger and an ear.

He was sure that the finger belonged to his wife, because it still had the ring he had given her, and that the ear, which belonged to his son, had a piercing of his own ear.

So, he came here to get drunk, and Mr. Bill always believed that he was partly responsible for the death of his loved one.

He believes that if he didn't press the button to activate the teleportation magic in time to teleport them out, his relatives would die.

In the end, he submitted his resignation application, and the state treated him as a [family member of the accident], gave him a large pension, gave him some money just enough to eat every month, and classified him as a [normal retiree], and also paid a monthly pension, which allowed him to live even if he did not work, and the state would give him money.

But it didn't make him feel better.

He spends his days doing nothing, coming here to get drunk, hoping to forget everything.

Basically, his whole being is useless.

That's all Albert knows.

"Waiter, I want the strongest rum!" "Right away, wait a minute!"

Now, he still needs to work non-stop, it is the middle of winter, although as a wizard will not, or it is difficult to get sick, but people still have a sense of heat and cold, plus the street has been paved with a layer of snow, even the most stingy iron rooster will want to come to have a drink to warm up, so the workload is not small at all.

And because the liquid in the bottle needs to be kept at a low temperature to maintain the taste, and because of the weather, the bottle in his hand is very cold, bitterly cold, but Albert still has to keep working, throwing the cold bottle.

It's not easy to get money from someone else.

"The wine you wanted. With a skillful push of the glass, it glides over the bar table and into the hands of the guests with precision.

He picked it up and took a sip, "It tastes good." The guest nodded and handed him a ten-dollar tip.

"Thank you. He smiled at his guests, "Have a good day." ”

"Waiter!" "Okay!"

There were constant shouts from guests, adding to his workload.

Occasionally one or two people would come to pay the bill, keeping the bar busy, and there were a lot of people who didn't pay until the afternoon, and they were shouting and making noise, and they were constantly drinking and telling vulgar jokes with colors, which seemed interesting to them, and they could talk all day if they could.

"Squeak----" The subtle sound of the door opening, and the sound of footsteps.

Albert controlled his senses, came to the conclusion that there seemed to be a lot of guests, and quickly took out a few cups from under the table to prepare them in the drawer, and then, when he was ready, he raised his head and said the professional phrase: "Hello, what do you want?"

"Albert, why are you here?"

In front of him was an acquaintance, "Paxson?" he frowned, "You're here for a drink?"

"Just to warm up, I heard that the bartenders here can toss and pick up bottles while mixing wine, and the wine tastes very good, so I came to try it. Don Quixote twitched on the side, "But I never thought it would be you." ”

"Ha, well, old acquaintance. With a chuckle, Albert pulled out his glass.

"I want a drink, I'm very good at it. ”