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Just like a country with high science and technology imports raw materials from countries with low science and technology, and then processes them into finished products and resells them back. Some worried people have also dismissed similar planet-to-planet trade as the oppression and exploitation of planet-to-planet planets. But Levy, who didn't have the slightest philosophical mind, didn't care so much, anyway, he could make himself more convenient and comfortable, and didn't the people on that planet also get advanced equipment that they couldn't make in a hundred years of hard work?

It was at a bar on that planet, and Levy had just finished a not-so-paying assignment and spent some of his modest prize money in that bar. Lévy used to have a habit of staying idle for a while after a mission to each planet. His companions naturally felt that this was lazy, but he himself insisted that it was to see all kinds of customs and customs, so as to enrich his knowledge. In addition to learning more knowledge that may be useful in the future, the more extensive you see, the easier it will be for you to integrate into the new planet you will be on in the future, won't it be very helpful for your future work?

Naturally, it is impossible for Levi to remember the specific furnishings and decoration of that bar, anyway, it is estimated that it is similar to what the bar was like a hundred years ago. Levi himself has no preference for alcoholic beverages, and the amount of alcohol is ordinary, so he will not get drunk as soon as he pours it, and he will feel uncomfortable if he drinks too much. But even though he didn't have a preference, Lévy has always been very interested in why those drunkards like to drink so much.

Of course, it's not just the drinkers who keep running glasses, but also the glass-gogglers who play with their glasses like works of art. In short, those interests and enjoyments that are accepted by most people but do not understand what their fun is, Lévy has always been more interested. That's why, every time he goes to a planet, he sits down at a famous local bar after his work, tastes the bartender's recommendation, and tries to see if he can find the pleasure of the cup one day.

"Hey, you're still alive?"

"Hehe, you're not dead yet, I'll be there early!"

A similar conversation was born at the table behind Levy. That's right, it's a planet at war, and the city where this bar is located is a small neutral country that acts as a buffer between two war-torn powers.

Such a small country does not have any resources that can be coveted by the big powers, and its geographical location does not have much strategic significance, so it is fortunate to avoid being drawn into the struggle between the two big powers, and it can be regarded as a rare paradise in the haze. Although the two countries are at odds with each other, this paradise is home to many outlaws who take advantage of the opportunity to sell their lives, which makes the local residents afraid to go out at night. Just like now, in what should have been a lively night, there is not a single local resident in this bar except for the workers. The people who hang out in this bar with Lévy are almost exclusively mercenaries from all over the world and other opportunists who can make a lot of money from the war - such as spies who collect and sell intelligence, or killers who collect money to take out important people in the opposing faction, Lévy's peers.

This is the third time Levy has come to this bar. It's just that the first time was to connect with the local connectors, and the second time was to try their luck and see if they could hear some useful information. Sitting leisurely on the edge of the bar like he was now, slowly pouring a cocktail that he didn't think was so delicious, it was the first time since he came to this planet.

"Hey, boy, you've got your money?"

The bartender, who was finally free, leaned against the wall and asked Levi that it was impossible for such a small shop to afford too many employees, and the same bartender he had met on the first two visits.

"How can it be so fast, I'm not waiting for someone else to pay the bill."

Lévy smiled wryly, as if he were a poor little worker who had been dragged here by his boss who owed money and couldn't get home. In fact, even the bartender could see how much this guy enjoyed his current leisure. So the bald bartender, who looked like a professional wrestler, gave a narrow smile that didn't match his appearance, bent down and lowered his voice and continued to ask Levi, "How is it?" This one should make a lot of money, right? It's the first time I've seen someone as leisurely as you. ”

The implication is that Levi is a newcomer here, but the bartender sees that he is a veteran, and the veteran naturally makes more money than the newcomer. This can't be said that the bartender has a good eye, anyone who stays in the same environment every day, after a long time, will naturally have some of their own understanding of that environment. The war between the two neighboring powers has been going on for nearly three decades, and the bald bartender in his early fifties has been working in the bar for nearly thirty years.

From the guy serving the dishes to the bartender who doubles as the store manager when the boss is away, if this guy still can't understand the customers he serves every day, then his eyes may be of little other use.

"It's okay, it's almost enough for me to spend the next half a year like you."

Levi answered the question about the remuneration for his work, but the bartender frowned after hearing this, and was stunned for a moment before continuing: "Spend half a year leisurely? It's the first time in 30 years that I've heard someone say something like that. ”

"Huh?"

Levy looked up at the bartender's shiny head for some reason.

"No one on the battlefield can say who will die or live in the next second, even if it is an experienced mercenary, maybe a stray bullet will be dead."

"You're right."

Levi found the bright red liquid in the cup too hard to get used to, so he simply picked up the cup and spun it around in his hand as if he were an expert. In fact, he just didn't want the bartender to think that the wine he was mixing was unpalatable.

"People who make this kind of money are basically conscious, and newcomers who don't have that consciousness have already died, and I'm afraid no one dares to say that they rely on strength alone to survive until now, right?"

"Yes, sometimes luck is more important on the battlefield."

It sounds a little frustrating, but it's something Lévy has always believed. Even though most of the weapons on this planet are difficult to fear, he is not a native of this planet. Lévy doesn't think that the universe is so big that he can let himself run the roam, he can kill a lot of people, and there are countless weapons that can destroy him. Even in this mission on this planet, he didn't just do it with the mindset of 'those bullets won't hit me anyway' - although Levi was exactly like that when he first received this commission, it was completely different now.