Hallrest waited for Hill to enter the room before opening his eyes, and instead of going into the room, he went downstairs.

It's still raining, and Harrest wants to have some drinks, so he asks the boss for some information.

The old bartender was still wiping his glasses, and Harrest sat in the high chair in front of the counter.

"A big glass of wine, a little salt."

The first time Old Bass heard of drinking wine with salt, in fact, Harrest was also the first time to drink wine with salt. He just wanted to drink it and try it, and nothing else.

"Wait a minute."

Nothing was asked. The old man wiped his hands and went into the kitchen behind the counter, took out a small box of refined salt, and then took out a large glass and poured it full of wine. He wears a black gentleman's suit, and he can't find a single fold on his body, and he is a dedicated bartender.

Bass pushed the box of wine and salt down in front of Hallest, motioning for him to increase the amount himself.

"Is there any meat, I'll pay for it." Harrester pulled out another gold coin and placed it on the counter.

He has been a bartender for so many years, and he has never seen a few people who are so generous. Old Bass didn't take the gold coin, but he went into the kitchen behind the counter and took out the food he had eaten.

It is a stack of air-dried meat, served with paprika.

"No need to pay any more, two gold coins are completely sufficient." Old Bass shoved the gold coins and the jerky in front of Harrest.

Harrester didn't touch the coin, he leaned on the counter with one hand and grabbed the glass, and with the other he gently twisted a pinch of salt and slowly added it to the fuchsia wine. "Guess what it tastes like?"

Old Bass shook his head.

Harrester raised his glass and drank it down, took a big breath, and then ate another slice of air-dried meat.

"One more drink."

Old Bass continued to fill up.

"Guess what?" Hallester asked again.

This time Old Bass did not shake his head, he took out a glass of his own and poured it full of wine. Following the Harrest movement, he twisted a pinch of salt and added it to the wine.

After drinking it all, Old Bass said, "This is the taste." ”

"Hahahaha." Hallrest burst out laughing.

"Young man, how old are you?" Old Bass was still expressionless.

"I'm fifteen years old." This time, Halleste slowly tasted the wine and slowly ate the slices of meat.

Old Bass was surprised when he heard the fifteen-year-old, "I thought I would be eighteen anyway." ”

"No way, when I was five years old, I had to do what other people did when they were eight years old. Actually, there's nothing wrong with saying I'm eighteen. As if he had forgotten that he had come to inquire about information, Harrest chatted happily with the bartender.

Old Bass liked Harrest's answer, "I've misestimated the age of my customers nine times, and eight of them said, 'Am I that old?'" ”

"Ahaha, then I'm not the special ninth." Hallest, too, has always considered himself different.

"What about you?" Hallester asked.

"Huh?" Old Bass doesn't know why.

Hallester picked up the plate, ate all the meat in one bite, and then handed the empty plate to Old Bass, "Anything else?" ”

Old Bass put the empty plate in and brought out another stack of meat. In fact, he was still wondering what "what about you" meant.

There was wine and meat in front of Harrest. "You've heard a lot of stories, right? But this time, I'll listen to you. ”

Old Bass was stunned, for the first time he had heard a guest say that.

In front of the tavern, a different person sits every day.

There are those who are painful, those who are happy, those who are sad, those who are disappointed, and those who are proud. After everyone drinks a glass of wine, they always talk to Old Bass, and Old Bass has been a listener for decades.

His calmness that comes from the storm without being frightened is tempered in the countless stories of countless people.

But today, after drinking, someone actually doesn't spit out his chest, but wants to listen to him tell his own story?

How a no-brainer.

"Na...... After listening to so many stories, don't you want to tell them yourself? Hallester continued seductively.

The old man smiled softly, and the ripples in his eyes rippled from the past.

Old Bass was in his sixties, and when he was a teenager, he took up the job of a traveling merchant escort with a man and a gun.

It is not easy to be a guard, because the guard is always in the light, but the person who comes to rob is always in the dark.

Little Bas never knew how many people had come to rob, but none of them were smaller than the number of their guards. Those who rob will not come if they are not sure. And the fact is that old Bass did not once protect the goods.

Fortunately, during the months he spent as a guard, he did not lose his life.

Later, Bas Jr. gave up his job as a security guard and chose to work as a traveling merchant on his own. During his time as a traveling merchant, he never lost his goods, because he knew that the wagons were easy to rob, so he only worked as a seller of salt and spices.

Little Bas rode a horse, carrying two small packets of spices on either side of the horse, and hiding some salt in his chest. He shuttled back and forth from city to city to promote his products, and some people who had never seen spices were willing to pay high prices for his goods.

After doing this for many years and going through a lot of things, little Buzz became a middle-aged Buzz. The middle-aged Bass didn't have the energy to travel from city to city, so he invested his savings in opening a spice shop in a town.

The spice shop brought him a lot of profits, he became a wealthy merchant in the town, and he considered getting a wife.

But one day the demons suddenly attacked the town, and the middle-aged Buzz hurriedly fled with everyone with a bag of gold coins. The spice shop and the entire city were burned to charcoal, and he struggled all his life, leaving nothing but a bag of gold coins on his body.

Later, the middle-aged Bass was unwilling to give up, he walked and walked, and when he came to this town, he took out all the gold coins and opened this small tavern. There aren't many people here, but if the traveling merchants come in for a drink, he can survive.

The middle-aged Bass became the old Bass in the midst of people's stories and wine.

Old Bass took a sip of water after speaking. "After the story is told, I don't know if the guests are still satisfied?"

"Aha, you have a story and a drink!" Hallrest listened to the Bath legend and didn't know why he was so happy.

Old Bas looked at the young man who was unaware of his joy, and felt that he was fifty years younger. Maybe a passing traveling merchant passed by and asked him to be a guard, and he would have agreed.

"It's nice to be young." Old Bass sighed.

Harrester restrained himself, "Actually, no matter what stage of life it is, like you now, isn't it too good?" ”

"yes, I'm pretty content now. Life is only a hundred years, and I am very lucky to have these experiences. "Old Bass thinks about himself now, and it's actually really good. Every day you can meet different people, drink different wines, and listen to different stories.

"With our human kingdom as the center, the dragons in the northeast can live for 10,000 years, the demons in the north can live for 5,000 years, the elves in the southeast can live for 1,000 years, and the dwarves in the east can live for 300 years. And we will only live less than a hundred years. Hallester smiled and took a sip of his drink. But our 100 years may not be as wonderful as their 10 million years! ”

Harrester and Old Bass both laughed, and some of the eavesdropping guests next to them cheered as well.

Suddenly someone in the tavern played the violin, and everyone sang and danced and drank......

The rain outside the window is nothing more than rain, and it has no qualification to worry at all.