"What about you, do you want wine too?" the bartender asked Ian as he handed Rodell and Sid a glass of ale each.

Before Ian could answer, Sid turned his head and interjected, "No, he drinks water." Give him a glass of water. ”

"I can drink. Ian glared at Sid, "I'm an adult. ”

"Come on, the messy orphanages you spent in as a kid don't keep track of your birthdays. Besides," Sid said, "you haven't had a coming-of-age ceremony yet, you can't count, you were already in violation of the law last time!" Sid felt that Ian was so bad at drinking that he drank a glass of ale and had to take care of it himself.

"Such a young mercenary?" Rodell poked his head out from behind Sid, his eyes full of curiosity that didn't match his age. Between his white eyebrows and white beard were sparkling light gray eyes and a large red nose. The look in which Ian had seen it was very similar to when Zach proposed to go on an "adventure" in the mountains.

"The milk stinks yet!" shouted Sid, "Cheers!"

"Hahaha, for the sake of the milk stink, cheers!"

Seeing that they were drinking happily, Ian made a strange toast, and was about to speak again when a cup was suddenly handed in front of him. Looking down, the cup was rippling with a golden but clear liquid, exuding a good fruity aroma.

"Try this," the bartender smiled, "a local Commonwealth gin wine, added to my recipe." ”

Ian looked at Sid and then at the bartender, hesitantly picked up the glass and took a careful sip. The sweet smell seemed to sink from the mouth, and all the unhappiness and fatigue of the journey just now seemed to be dispelled in an instant. He couldn't help but take another big gulp, followed by another sip.

"Drink slowly. It's not strong, but it's wine after all. The cat man bartender reminded loudly.

Ian's face flushed slightly, put down his glass, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

"My name is Maggie. ”

"I'm Ian. The teenager introduced himself.

"Ahh

"Go away. Ian grabbed the cup and moved it to the side.

"Stingy......" Sid turned around and clinked glasses with Rodel again.

Rodell yelled at Maggie, "Maggie, I'm going to make a special mix too!"

Maggie smiled, "Captain, there are no special blends on your wine list, you know." ”

Sid's eyes widened: "Your wine list? You still have your own wine list......?

Rodell waved his hand helplessly: "It's not what you think! Maggie has ordered a separate wine list for everyone in the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce......"

"And recipes. Maggie added.

Sid was even more surprised and asked, "Why?"

"Each of them has different physical conditions, abilities, food and alcohol needs and tolerances, how can they be allowed to eat and drink indiscriminately?" Maggie's calm voice seemed to narrate a very ordinary truth.

Rodell shrugged at Sid and made a helpless gesture with his hands: "The guests also have a uniform wine list for the guests." It's just that Ian's special is - special treatment, I'm not wrong, Maggie?"

"Yes, there are no special blends on the wine list of the average guest. Maggie wiped her glass gracefully, "But Ian can make an exception and ask him to order a gin wine special." ”

"You're eccentric, eating inside and out. Rodell joked.

"He is a psychic user, and my special blend has helped him with fatigue and mental damage. ”

Now it was Rodel's turn to keep his eyes open. He looked at Ian and said, "Such a young psychic user?" and sighed, "It seems—the world is really going to change......

Rodell actually mistakenly thought that Ian was born with psionic powers. With the decline of psychic power, fewer and fewer people are born with psychic power, and most of the mercenaries are acquired through some means, so the age is not too young.

Before he could finish his sentence, several people heard a series of hurried footsteps outside the house, and ran straight to the hall.

To be precise, I ran straight to the bar.

Maggie didn't turn her head to look, still calmly wiping the bartender in her hand, but Cat Ears turned to the door. As soon as she reached out, she threw a steel fork in the direction of the visitor.

The steel fork was nailed deep into the wooden door frame, and it was still shivering.

Her angry voice reached the door: "Giggs, how many times have I warned you, don't run in the hall!"

The man named Ryan Giggs was still masked and short, and he narrowly escaped the flying fork. A red psychic arm reached out from behind him, and he carefully pinched the tail of the fork and pulled it off the door frame.

The spirit arm put the fork to his right hand and then dissipated. Giggs walked over with a hippie smile on his face.

"What a hot welcome, Maggie," he said with a smile, and sat down in the high chair beside Ian and removed the mask from his face.

He was half-naked, with tattoos on his chest, similar to the strange patterns on his mask. The face was very clean, a normal human face, with short flaxen hair, narrow cheeks that were slightly thin, and the only characteristic was probably that the eyes were particularly bright.

As soon as he sat down, he sniffed as if he had smelled something, then approached Ian's cup and let out another "huh".

He looked at Ian slyly, then at Maggie, but with a smile on his face, he didn't speak.

"If you have something to say, say it!" Maggie angrily threw him a black drink made of something I don't know.

Giggs took it and drank it down.

"Hah-" he let out a long sigh of satisfaction, fully expressing his comfort.

Then he smiled and said, "I don't have anything to say, I'm just curious, what kind of distinguished guest can drink our Miss Maggie's special golden fruit?"

Ian was curious about his psychic arm and stared intently as he walked through the door. Seeing that Giggs asked him, he responded: "I'm Ian, the mercenary who escorted Lena here, from Babel." He lifted the Blackstone insignia hanging from his chest, but this action was clearly ignored by Giggs, and perhaps the last sentence was the same.

Because Giggs just held his head with one hand, propped himself on the bar, and looked at Maggie behind the bar, his eyes flashing, revealing a longing gaze. Maggie was turning to clean the cups, her back to them. The slim-fitting tuxedo tank top perfectly complements the streamlined figure of the cat-man woman, and the two waistlines spread like waves to the crotch. The cat-man tail is mainly gray, and circles of different shades of hair are wrapped. The tip of the tail is just a handful of unusually black fine hairs, completely out of the gray tone of other circles.

"Hey, boy, you know what?" Giggs lowered his voice and leaned into Ian's ear, but his eyes were still fixed on Maggie's back, "After the subhumans evolved, their faces looked similar to those of humans......"

"I know. Ian thought he was going to say something.

"Don't you think it's a very happy thing to marry a cat man? The human face still retains the lovely parts of the cat's ears and the cat's tail...... Giggs looked intoxicated, but Ian felt a strange murderous aura, and he looked in Maggie's direction with trepidation...... Sure enough, Maggie's ears were pressed against her back, although her back was facing them. Ian understood what this gesture meant.

"Brush, brush, brush!" Maggie at the back of the bar was only a few paces away from them, and she turned sharply, two white lights and a few silver lights one after another, all flying towards Giggs's door.

Giggs's intoxicated expression suddenly disappeared, and suddenly several fiery red arms appeared from behind him, and he steadily caught all kinds of knives, forks, porcelain plates, and wine bottles flying in from behind him.

The sound of admiring whistles came from a short distance behind them, and a strange human man seemed to have just walked in from outside, clapping as he went. It seems that they are also acquaintances.

"Swift as always, Giggs. The tall man walked in with a tired smile, his white shirt tucked around his waist covered in dirt, one sleeve torn and blood faintly visible on his skin. There were several cuts in his black leggings, which should have been hung up. The leather shoes on his feet, which should have been black and shiny, are now smoky gray.

"Babich, why are you so embarrassed?" Rodell asked, looking back at him. Ian and Sid hadn't seen him during the battle at the gates of the Chamber of Commerce, presumably fighting alone elsewhere.

Babic didn't answer the regimental commander immediately, but took off his thin sword from his waist, placed it casually on the wall, and then sat on the sofa chair in a large shape, not intending to join the crowd at the bar. He leaned back on the couch and brushed his slightly curly hair back from his forehead with one hand.

"Bad luck!" he lamented, adjusting his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, "I just met a group of rock badgers, and it was enough for me." ”

Rodelci said, "Rock badgers, aren't we here with brute beasts in the Eastern Old Kingdom?"

"Don't ask me. Babich waved his hand, took the cup from Maggie, and took a sip, "Shouldn't I go to the temple for a prayer?" ”

Ian looked at the same scarred rapier as his master, and asked Sid beside him, puzzled, "What is a rock badger?"

"A small brute," replied Sid, "is as hard as its name suggests." ”

"No wonder he cried out, that rapier ......"

"Why is it so hard?" said Sid, smiling meaningfully, "to use that rapier against rock badgers, and in a swarm, is a fantasy. It was already a miracle that he came back alive. ”

"Titi, what's the news for the others?" Captain Rodell suddenly asked, but Ian didn't see the archer named Titi in the hall.

"It's almost back. A pleasant female voice came down from upstairs, her voice was like a heavenly sound, and a few words made people fall in love with it. Although Lena's voice was already good, it could only be considered mediocre compared to it at the moment. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs with cat-like steps, and the old wooden staircase did not make a creaking sound, which was very different from the situation when Lena went upstairs.

As Titi reached the small platform where the stairs met, the frosted glass window on the other side of the hall let in the light, reflecting her blonde hair. At that moment, Ian felt that everyone in the hall forgot to breathe for a moment. He saw cute pointed horns on the outer outlines of her ears, which were half-elf symbols.