"Oh, I see." Reynolds said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl trotting up to Renault with a silver platter, and carefully placing a delicate crystal green cocktail on the plate on the cabinet in front of Renault. "Sir, your 'Margaret' is a total of 20,000 gold coins."

"Oh?" Renault was not amazed by the high price of the cocktail, "'Margaret' should be a specialty of the 'Drunken Dream Death' bar, and there is also it here?" ”

The girl hurriedly explained: "This 'Margaret' is a genuine 'Drunken Dream Death' product, and our bartender here is the person invited by the 'Drunken Dream Death' bar. ”

"Oh!" Renault took out four large gold coins, threw them lightly, and landed on the girl's silver plate, watching the four gold coins fall on the silver plate without a sound, the pupils of the middle-aged man on the side shrank slightly, and he secretly admired the other party's light and strange method of throwing money.

The girl who put away the gold coins let out a soft exclamation, "Sir, you have given an extra 20,000 gold coins. He said that he would return the extra gold coins to the generous "magician".

The middle-aged man smiled and said to Renault: "Tipping is not allowed here, if you really want to love her, just order another drink." Otherwise, the Taipan here won't give her good fruit to eat. ”

"Then another 'Margaret' for this gentleman." Renault gestured to the middle-aged man beside him.

"Yes!" With a joyful answer, the girl ran briskly to the bar of the wine cabinet at the back again.

The middle-aged man was also stunned, and thanked: "Thank you for your generosity, it's the first time I've had the honor of drinking a top-notch cocktail, an old drunkard." Damn, 20,000 gold coins, enough to buy two cups outside. Burning money is not your way of burning. ”

"You're such a straight ass." Renault said with a smile.

"If you get drunk in your rectum, you can be content to live the rest of your life in a mess." The middle-aged man sighed.

After a while, the middle-aged man who called himself "Old Drunkard" slowly used his rough hands to serve the long-admired glass of "Margaret" from the silver plate, the transparent crystal glass took advantage of the green color of the cocktail to make it crystal clear, and the orange special effect lighting on the top made this "Margaret" more unique. The crystal glass was carefully hung at the tip of the nose of the red wine trough, exactly one millimeter apart, the old drunkard shook his hand slightly to stick to the foot of the glass, the cocktail slowly stirred up a ripple, and the aroma of the wine was completely released, the old drunkard sniffed the tip of his nose greedily, inhaling the evaporated alcohol, and the wine was drunk before he could eat it.

"Good wine! Good wine ......" The old drunkard called out six times in a row for good wine, Fang took a small sip, and the refreshing bitter acid turned into thousands of taste sensations on the tip of the middle-aged man's tongue, and when the alcohol in his mouth completely melted into his stomach, he reluctantly licked his thick lips, not letting go of the mellow alcohol in any place.

Until the arena kicks off, most of the green liquid in the old drunkard's cup is left. For his wine tasting to the point of almost masochism, Renault had to shake his head secretly, this is the real drunkard.

"I'm sorry, I'm too intoxicated to thank you for your kindness." The old drunkard said.

It seems that he is really drunk, and he has thanked him before, but Renault feels that there is no need to wear the kindness of others, and bows his head slightly to indicate that he knows. His attention was all focused on the first competitive match. The huge circular court is filled with two equally burly semi-naked fighters who are constantly shifting their pace and waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of each other's gaps and attack. It's not much different from what you see on TV.

The blows of fists into the flesh evoke the potential violence buried in the hearts of human beings, and every collision between fists and flesh is exchanged for applause from the audience. Many excited players poured the remnants of wine in their cups on their bodies. The alcohol, which has been fused with the ice, stimulates the senses of the audience in another form.

Is this a competitive game? Renault scoffed. Totally a bunch of rookie players! The seemingly fierce boxing match cannot be linked to life and death at all, and the injuries suffered by the boxer can be completely and completely cured after drinking a miniature blood recovery potion, without any dark injuries and sequelae. It can't be compared to a real boxing match at all. In Renault's view, the game was nothing more than a farce. Perhaps for viewers who are afraid to push the limits, the arena is enough to make their blood boil.

After looking at it for a while, Renaud was a little interested, peeking at the drunkard next to him, only to see that he was also bored, and couldn't help asking, "Don't you have much interest here?" ”

The old drunkard shook the half of the cocktail left in the cup slightly, and said, "What's so good about a fruitless performance." ”

Renault: "That's weird, why spend money to come here to watch the game if you can't get interested?"

The old drunkard did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically: "Aren't you also unable to lift your spirits?" ”

"For a first-time viewer like me, I can't be expected to enjoy a boring game right away. You're a regular here, so you're not here to kill time, are you? ”

"The opening game is so boring, I'm just waiting for the finale."

"The finale?" Renault repeated.

"Yes, the finale is good," said the old drunkard, taking another sip, "Athletics are like wine tasting, first observe the color of the wine, then smell whether the wine is sweet, and then get to the point and taste the aftertaste." The finale is naturally the real purpose of everyone's visit. Do you think we spend twice as much money on wine as we do outside, just to show off? As he spoke, he tapped open the inventory with his somewhat uncontrollable fingers, pulled out a handful of colorful pieces of paper, pulled out one and handed it to Renault.

"Odds?" Renault looked at the green note in his hand in surprise, "Is there still a bet on the event here?" ”

The old drunkard carefully pulled the note back from Renault's finger and said, "What is more exciting than alcohol is, of course, gambling." I put all my income on it, otherwise how would I buy the cheapest liquor if I wasn't a heavy drinker. ”

As he spoke, the opening game ended after three bells, and until the two men left the field, Renault did not know who was the winner among them.

"The opening game is just a spice to get the audience into the prelude to the excitement that begins, and there are two more games to come, which are boring, but it's better than a dry drink."

What followed was a fighting match, in which two armed fighters went back and forth, and the fancy battle drew even more intense cheers from the audience, but in the eyes of connoisseurs like Renault, the flashy embroidered leg fist was simply an empty shelf.

The third event is a bit of an eye-catcher, the opponents are no longer players and players, one of them is replaced by a monster, and the level 28 humanoid goblin jumps out of the slowly opening metal cage with a shield in one hand and a mace with barbs in the other, and its opponent is a level 25 two-handed sword warrior.