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"But ......"

Levi didn't seem to plan to see the bartender's face change and how to answer, probably he had already guessed the other party's psychology, and exhaled to arouse the other party's appetite.

"It's rare to have an object that makes you sympathize with a little once in a while, but in my opinion, you can put away your sympathy first, don't waste it casually, what a pity?"

"Guest, what do you mean by ......?"

Whether he continued to be sarcastic or laughed unsympathetically, the bartender didn't expect Levi to suddenly change his mind and say such things. He touched his bald head, as if he were playing a game of guessing words. Well, the answer to this question should be 'scratching your head', right?

"I mean, let's make a bet."

"Bet? Sorry, although gambling is not prohibited in our store, the owner has emphasized that the clerks are not allowed to participate. But the bet you want to make is ......"

Worthy of 30 years of work, and from a small role of serving dishes and washing dishes to a character of the store manager, this bartender's meticulous attention to what the boss said must be an important factor in his ability to stand out. Levi sighed, how nice it would be if the guys behind him could be so obedient?

But then again, Lévy and the gang behind him don't really have a superior-subordinate relationship at all. Everyone cooperates on an equal footing, why should people listen to him? He's complaining here, but he's still complaining that this brainless guy doesn't listen to them.

"Guess?"

Levi glanced at the corner contrivedly before saying to the bartender that the meaning was obvious, but the bartender didn't pick up because what he guessed was a bit too unreasonable and illogical.

"Needless to say, I know which side you're pressing when you look like this. And I'm naturally on the rest of the side. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, don't bet on physical goods, don't bet on promises or anything like that. We don't gamble anything, we just pay lip service. ”

He said 'bet' again, and the bartender immediately frowned. Levi saw it and quickly explained, because he was greedy for a moment to make people break the rules. Levy has always respected those who have their own insistence in some way, and of course he will not be so cheap and have to provoke others.

"A bet on nothing?"

The bartender repeated Levy's words as he understood them. He understood correctly, indicating that the IQ level was normal. But why does this feel so awkward to read? The bartender muttered a few more times, and suddenly felt like he was answering the youthful years of sitting in the classroom, competing for tongue twisters with the stinky boy in the next seat who couldn't remember his appearance and forgot his name.

"Well, since you want to lose so much, I don't mind satisfying your weird **."

Khan, this time it was Levy's turn to make the bartender tremble. What does it mean to satisfy my weird **? Thanks to no one else on the side, the two boys closest also patronized the three subordinates who were staring at him. Otherwise, if Levi is misunderstood, where should he be reasonable?

It's disgusting! Levi couldn't tell what it was like at the time, but he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and he couldn't vomit without vomiting. Until one day long after that, when he was attacked by a rotten princess from the moon who was destined to ruin countless people's childhood, he played a video on his computer while he was not paying attention, and turned the volume of the speaker to the maximum in advance. At the moment when Lévy was shocked to the brink of death, the bald bartender was faintly visible in his eyes that might have been blinded.

"Oh? Does that mean you're sure you're going to bet on this side? ”

The 'side' that Lévy was referring to was naturally a small mercenary group that was also sitting on the edge of the bar, some distance from his side. The bartender nodded at once, and gave Levi a deep look with a look that didn't know whether to say compassion or a sense of intellectual superiority.

"Since you've been working in this bar for almost thirty years, you've seen all kinds of people and all kinds of things. Don't you understand the simple truth that anything is possible before the ending comes out? ”

Levi's words seemed to be very powerful, and to the bartender sounded like a grasshopper being swatted on the ground with a fly swatter, and having to kick his legs and die in his arms.

But there's one thing this kid right. I have indeed seen all kinds of people in the past 30 years, and of course there are some strange things that have to be beaten up and beaten again, and when they are finished, they have to put on a cheap face and come over and beg for another time. Masochism isn't really a novelty, is it? There are such characters in old novels, although the bald bartender has not opened his first novel so far in his life.

"Look, those three are almost there."

The bartender was in a better position at the bar, and he didn't need to be too deliberate to see the three of them. He thought that Levi felt that he would arouse suspicion and fear of causing trouble by deliberately turning his head with his back, so he quietly acted as a scene commentator. If he wanted to know that the kid opposite him didn't bother to turn back because he had seen through the whole thing earlier, he would definitely be a little afraid, glad that he was not carried away by the confidence of victory just now.

In fact, the owner of this shop is not as strict as the bartender said, and if he occasionally makes a bet with a customer and makes a joke, he will be punished, how boring is his life? Maybe if he had a boss like that, he wouldn't have been here for thirty years.

"They're quite leisurely, they've walked for so long."

Lévy's tone was not indiscernible about nervousness, which made the bartender slightly confused. Even if you don't gamble on anything, it stands to reason that someone who works as a mercenary or a killer shouldn't be so obsessed with winning or losing. You know, after all, it's all a kind of business that will lose your head if you're not careful, and the killer may be a little better, and if the mission fails, you can compare the strength of the target or the target's bodyguards to see who can run faster. But if you are a mercenary, failing the mission basically means that you will never be able to see the sun tomorrow once you close your eyes. It doesn't matter if it fails, it's good to retreat in an orderly manner, and the bigwigs of the military have already picked and distributed it to their descendants. That's a good thing that can't be exchanged for a lot of money and bribes, how can anyone burn their brains to find money?

Could it be that this kid has reached the highest level of legend? The bartender scratched his bald head, he forgot what year it was. It seems that he is still young and not qualified to stand in this bar. There was a time when there was a lot of war between the two countries, and the regulars of the bar were so busy that the store was deserted. During that time, there was an unexpectedly white-bearded old man who often came in and sat as soon as the shop opened.