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"yes, luck. It's annoying, and no one can say if it's good or bad tomorrow. Even if you have fought more than a dozen battles and have never broken a piece of skin, you dare to say that you can always carry such shit? ”

Levi's cup paused for a moment, he already knew what the bartender, who hadn't thought he had said so much before, wanted to say to him.

"The people who have this wealth are all under the idea of making enough money to go home to raise their wives and have children before they hang up, but how can such an inscrutable ghost thing as luck be so obedient? People who think they will leave if they make more money may not be able to come back the next time they go out of me. I haven't seen a few people who know when to stop. There is no such thing as you. ”

The bartender's meaning is very simple, this kind of life in exchange for money is enough, and it would be a fool to really regard it as a lifelong 'career'. Even though the bartender could see that Lévi was a veteran, he still didn't think Lévy's IQ was high. If you make a fortune, you will go to spend all the time, and then come back to earn it after spending the money? What did he think of fighting a war? Is the neighborhood a five-year-old playing with a colorful toy?

Although the bartender's experience on this planet may be extremely rich, he is still limited to this planet after all. And after all, he didn't go around even once in that situation, and it was better to see and listen to it than to experience it himself. He wouldn't understand Levy's life, and neither would most of the heroic men in the bar. Except for the somewhat special counterpart in the corner.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter to me how you kid loves to die. If you come a few more times, I can still help the boss earn a few more dollars, hahahaha...... Well? ”

The bartender slapped Levi on the shoulder twice, on the one hand, because of his character, and on the other hand, he probably told Levi not to take his words to heart. Anyway, the topic in this bar is inseparable from 'death', and he feels that what he is talking about has not yet reached the taboo Cheng dù of Levide. But smiling and smiling, his eyes suddenly narrowed, as if he saw a ghost in his shop.

“…… Child? ”

Without having to listen to what the bartender said, just by looking at the way his mouth was almost closed, Levi knew that he had finally seen the most incongruous cunzi in the bar today.

"Little girls, to be exact."

Levi helped the bartender add that the bald uncle felt like his child hiding under the bed in the hotel room of **. Unbelievable? Incredible? After a long time in his consciousness, the bald bartender calmed down a little. He reached back and felt a glass of low-alcohol wine into his mouth, moistened his throat and lips, which had been open for too long, and then bent down and propped his elbows on the bar and whispered to Levi, "If I remember correctly, I've been working here for almost thirty years, and this is probably the first time I've seen a child come in from a store." ”

He probably meant 'customers,' Levy thought. Because the last time I came, I heard the sound of children crying in the back kitchen, and it sounded like the cook in charge of making snacks and drinks brought his son, who had no one to take care of him...... Except for Levi, probably no other customers heard the intermittent little cry, after all, the hustle and bustle in the store was almost comparable to the battlefield where the two camps pulled cannons to bombard, and it was said before that this planet was not far from the earth a hundred years ago, which meant that there were almost no people with Levi's abnormal hearing. So, the cook isn't a nuisance to customers, is he? The premise is that he was disturbed by his son's crying and noisy, and confused salad oil with olive oil, which was not revealed by others.

"Do you have a rule here that prohibits minors from entering?"

Lévy didn't knowingly ask, he had traveled to far more planets than the vast majority of people on this planet had visited. Not to mention that different countries will have different laws and customs, and there are even more differences between different intelligent life on different planets. He felt that the custom of estimating a planet like this earth would be similar, and what he had seen and heard after staying for more than ten days also confirmed some of his guesses. But there are many differences between war-torn areas and peaceful ones, and he really wondered if the bartender would go over and 'invite' the little girl sitting alone in the corner out.

"Yes, there is, but after so many years of fighting, do you think there are still people to take care of these little things?"

Rather than just stating a fact and answering a question, the bartender's tone was filled with disapproval of his own state managers. That's right, it's a joke that a small neutral country like this, which doesn't even have its own army, is caught between two big countries and wants to be left and right. The country's people-elected president and other officials are nothing more than pitiful puppets at the mercy of the two great powers. In non-war times, there are quite a few policemen who are in charge of the idle affairs of the common people, and at such times they just do some useless work on border patrols, and the security in the city basically depends on the consciousness of the people, not to mention such trivial matters as minors are not allowed to drink alcohol and enter bars and other entertainment venues.

Let alone...... The bartender looked at the little girl in the corner, and did not think that there would be such a child in his country. No matter how small it is, it is a country, and no matter how small it is, it has a population of more than 100,000. The bartender, who thinks he has a lot of experience, thinks that the child is not a native of his country.

"That's right, anyway, even if the police don't care, ordinary children don't dare to come in."

As Levi said this, he remembered the group of ** teenagers he saw near an abandoned building complex a few days ago. Teenagers dressed in fancy costumes and armed with homemade weapons that they don't know who to wield at them make noise in the building, which doesn't even have a single intact window. It seems that they are happy and fearless at an age, but they don't dare to put their feet in such a bar.

Even the self-proclaimed **teenagers** are just a group of cynical children after all. What if you really become a feared ** when you grow up? Mercenaries, killers, these are not the same world as they live in.

"Although I can't see it clearly, it doesn't look like an ordinary person, mercenaries won't use such a small girl, is it an apprentice brought by a killer?"

The bartender was muttering and pondering alone, but he didn't know that he had guessed most of the truth in two clicks. That alone was enough to impress Levy with him. The so-called rich experience and vicious vision don't seem to be bragging.

"A killer is a killer, but it's not anyone's apprentice, and no one can be her master."

Levi held his breath and poured another sip of the wine from the glass into his mouth. After holding it in my hand for a long time, not only did it not taste better in contact with the air as those tasters said, but because the temperature on my hand melted the ice cubes in it, the temperature of the wine became more difficult to enter my throat.