It didn't take much effort for Marsha to find the bar.

After all, there was a bunch of drunken humanoids at the door, and it was easier to find.

To be honest, Marsha hasn't been to a bar a few times, after all, for a Chinese, there is a more civilian and popular place to drink: food stalls.

Marsha's impression of taverns is basically from Western fantasy games, as well as American westerns.

Yes, he has the impression that someone will either open the door and someone will ask you to play Gwent, or someone will pull out the revolver and shoot you six times in a row.

Masha cautiously pushed the bars open, and at first sight he saw three bald guys sitting around the table closest to the door.

Masha had auditory hallucinations: Aha, Triple Link.

It seems that the next moment, these three "boiled eggs" will slowly rise and form a golden boiled egg.

The three bald men looked at Masha with bad intentions.

In this world, a person's combat power is generally linked to age, and if you are young, you can't fight if you have low magic - except for Frankenstein.

Masha didn't need psychoanalytic skills to know that the three bald heads had included him in the ranks of lambs to the slaughter.

I'm afraid that if he shows a little bit of wealth, he will suffer.

But Masha doesn't make such a mistake.

And he's a man with wave-particle duality, although I don't know how this ability can be used yet, but it's very high.

Masha walked straight to the bartender and noticed that the guy was indeed wiping his glass.

- Is this really the bar standard?

The bartender spoke: "Far Easterners, this is not where you should be. ”

His English accent was so strong that Marsha barely understood.

Then Marsha, based on his accent, chose Spanish: "Hey, Armin dog, don't say that." ”

The bartender raised an eyebrow, probably startled by Marsha's pure Spanish.

"I came to this place for a tour and found that it was not the same as I imagined."

"You're visiting this place?" The bartender seemed to hear something new, and his eyes widened, "What are you here to see?" A crowd walking on the ground? ”

"It was something I had never seen before." Masha shrugged, "I asked a few passers-by, and they said that magic can be exchanged for money, which is very precious, so you should save in your daily life, may I ask, what is the matter with this magic power for money?" ”

The bartender looked at Ma Sha with his mouth wide open, and said after holding back for a long time: "Are you the anchor of the turtle?" Doing this kind of thing to see my reaction? ”

"Now everyone plays Tintok!" One of the three brothers on the table next to the door shouted.

Masha was serious: "I don't really know, I've never been here...... Uh, Latin America. ”

The bartender looked at Marsha suspiciously, and finally sighed: "You have to buy a glass of wine, if you want to record a video to make me make a fool of your fans, then I have to make at least a glass of wine." ”

Masha decisively pointed to the bottle behind the bartender, which was half empty and looked like the shop's best-selling wine.

"Five dollars."

Masha pulled five dollars out of his phone and threw them on the table—the dollars were already on the Enterprise.

Originally, Masha was worried that the dollar would be converted and used as counterfeit money, but this did not happen.

In other words, this is the modern dollar brought in by the previous or previous owner.

After collecting the money, the bartender brought Marsha a glass and pushed it in front of him.

Masha took a sip of wine, looked at the tri-marinated eggs on the table next to the door, and was satisfied to see the few dollars he had just given that looked very bad-looking, which made the tri-marinated eggs less interested in him a lot.

The bartender had already said to himself, "The main industry in this town is scrolls, yes, it's the kind of thing that can be torn to activate the magic recorded in it." The people here go to the reel workshop every day to contribute their magic to fill the reels, take the money and come to me to get drunk. ”

Masha was also shocked: "This ...... It doesn't look like the job is very lucrative. ”

"yes, so you see I only have cheap liquor here."

Marsha looked down at the five-dollar drink in his glass—he thought it wasn't cheap either.

The bartender understood in seconds and said, "I'm killing you." ”

"You're sincere." Masha shrugged his shoulders, skimmed over the question, and continued to ask him what he was interested in, "Don't people here want to change to more lucrative jobs?" ”

"For what? When a magical architect? Believe me, anyone who can go to the factory to reel in the factory will never do such an errand. The builders here are all kids who haven't been able to make it to the factory yet, and they don't have enough magic to sustain a high-quality infusion for long enough to be in charge of building the house.

"That's why you see this scene."

Marsha turned his head to look out the window, remembering what he had seen outside in an architectural style reminiscent of the slums of Rio de Janeiro.

"I don't understand, there's always someone who wants to build a better house, right? Then someone will hire a good architect......"

Before Marsha finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from behind him.

Masha looked back at them quizzically.

One of the boiled eggs spread his hands: "Hey, Far Easterners, do you expect a good architect to appear in this kind of place?" Unless those rich people suddenly start to love graffiti and rap. ”

"It's better to be a Quidditch star than to be an architect," said another boiled egg, "and to be a Quidditch star, like Guevara." ”

- Wait, Guevara is a Quidditch star?

"Wait a minute, since magic is a precious resource, you can't fly casually, how can you practice Quidditch?" Masha seized on the other party's logical loophole.

"Children are still flying, after all, they really can't do anything, and they can't exchange magic for money." The bartender shrugged his shoulders, "Every child's dream before the age of ten is to become a Quidditch star, but if he doesn't show his talent for flying by the age of ten, what awaits him is to climb on the ground." ”

Masha staggered. His school's abilities told him that these people were not deliberately exaggerating reality or lying.

At this time, the bartender suddenly asked, "It looks like you're a frequent flyer." ”

Marsha: "No, in fact I dive a lot. ”

When I was on Earth, I dived in the QQ group, and when I got here, I was still diving, so there is nothing wrong with this, and it can withstand all lie detection.

But the bartender thought he was making a big joke and laughed.

After a while, he suppressed his smile and said to Marsha: "This guest, I don't know what you are doing here, I advise you to go to the Flying Bus Station immediately after you go out and buy a ticket to the capital Bunin, that is where tourists should go." ”

Marsha: "Uh, okay. ”

If there aren't many Asian faces in this town, it's easy to find people living in a small town.

Going to a more crowded capital is a better proposition.

The situation has been basically clarified, and there is no reason to stay in this tavern.

Masha drank all the wine in the glass, stood up and was about to leave, when the three brothers of the boiled egg by the gate stood up together.

- Is it really like this......

Marsha sighed in his heart.

Then, he walked up to meet the three fierce men.

He just went straight through the gap between the macho men.

The first boiled egg was shocked: "What the hell? Wait a minute! ”

Boiled egg No. 2: "Don't! ”

He grabbed his friend's hand and didn't let the boiled egg No. 1 touch Marsha.

Boiled Egg No. 1 yelled: "He just passed through me!" His shoulders ......"

"Nothing gets into your body." No. 2 said solemnly, "Okay, you just shut up!" ”

He lowered his voice and muttered, "Don't mess with this weird-looking guy!" Who knows if he will be the archmage who pretends to be tender, or...... Or Frankenstein? ”

Although his voice was muffled, Masha still heard it, and he heard it clearly.

At this time, Ma Sha's psychoanalytic BUFF had already piled up a lot, and he could clearly see that these three people were stupid people with only muscles in their heads.

This kind of stupid person will feel that it is a pity to let go of the big fish, and will be glad that they did not provoke the big guy to escape, but they will most likely not think that they have met a strange man's information that can be sold for money.

However, these people will probably brag about the Marsha after they get drunk, and there will be a situation where the speaker has no intention of listening to the listener.

Although it was a last resort to get out, Masha thought to himself, this time he had to get out of here. Maybe I'll have to find a way to change my outfit.