It could be Shaw's crow's mouth, or it could be something in the dark.

Shaw kicked the barrel in front of Lanzerim countless times the night after Sabina left, but it wasn't as heavy as it was today.

"Hey...... Look who's coming, it's the mysterious Mr. Blue. ”

Lanzerim heard the playful tone of Shaw's words, and she raised her eyes and glared at him.

"Oh, it's your turn to raise your eyebrows?"

Shaw hooked her hand and motioned for her not to squat here as an ostrich, she heard the doorbell ringing, and Shaw motioned for her to go and receive her.

"No, no, no, I'm kicking my nose in the face, I want to get along happily."

Shaw also thoughtfully helped her open the bar baffle, and Lanzerim stood up and smiled politely at Shaw, and she straightened her overalls.

"It's very intimate for women."

Lanzerim was a little skeekly when she said this, and Shaw knew that it was the sequelae of her gnashing of teeth, and she hated it so much that she spoke vaguely.

"A must."

Shaw watched Lanzerim walk out, and he lowered the bar flap and locked it.

Good friends are stepping on each other.

Listening to the sound of the bar locking, Lanzerim just now consciously raised a crack in the professionalism of her face, she grinded her back sockets, and spoke

A warm voice

"Welcome"

Heralding the opening of the glamorous Morgans tonight.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and it's been too cold at night lately to go out?"

Even though the last second, Lanzerim was in a terrible mood, but the next second she saw that Emile could automatically and consciously bloom with the most sincere smile.

Her half-ridiculous hospitality sounded, and Xiao also shook his head quietly, this profession is too deceptive.

Who doesn't like money when they see it?

Shaw watched Lanzerim stand up with a gloomy face, and as soon as he came out of the bar, he looked like he was walking and dancing again, women were really scary.

Xiao Bian flattened his mouth, thinking of the girl outside the window, how innocent she looked when she knocked on the window, and how surprised Xiao was when he saw her stepping into the tavern.

Sure enough, people always know their faces but don't know their hearts.

Seeing the mysterious Mr. Blue appear, it seems that the students who were holding Shambhala are starting to get restless, and Shaw optimistically predicts that spring in the tavern will soon fall.

He pulled open the freezer and looked at the frozen pineapple, it would come in handy.

The bartenders always have a love-hate relationship with the drunkards, hoping that they will drink more and more, and they will be disgusted with their noise and affect their normal closing.

The bartender and the drunkard are more like a pair of lovers, love and hate.

……

Ever since he had failed to report to Lanzerim that day, Amir had only found himself awake when he had somehow returned to his dorm room, sitting on his bed in a daze.

When he woke up, it was pitch black, and his pig friends were rarely sleeping in their beds—sometimes they didn't wake up in the dormitory, but a group of people lying on their backs and just waking up.

After bumping into the Shambhala, Amir tries to remember what else he went through......

The sun rises, the moon sets, and the stars follow their masters.

"The sun rises and the moon sets...... Starry ......"

Amir remembered, and the masked woman chuckled before she began to speak.

He curled up and grabbed his hair with both hands, and he gradually lost consciousness behind the sun, moon, and stars......

"Damn Psychic Mage......"

Emile tugged at his hair vigorously, like this amnesia, he could only think of one possibility.

The mage Shambhala, with a round voice, was a spirit mage, and Amir remembered that she sneered as if she were disdainful after hearing that she was from the Zieli family.

The person who laughed at Emile was none other than Khorkina, the wandering daughter of the Sullivan family, and Khorkina's attitude towards the powerful seemed to indicate something.

Emile thought that this unpleasant thing had been turned over overnight.

He didn't expect that Shambhala, who was disobedient and insidiously wrote a letter to his father, who sent him a warning letter in the blink of an eye.

Amir didn't know what his sister had been through in this sensitive bone, but he knew he had been warned by his father that you better be honest.

I wish the old thing could see the roll of his eyes, and Amir read the letter with no anger on his face, he was used to it.

He won't be as exciting and radical as Roman, he is still the dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Tossing a cigarette in his mouth, Emile took out the matchbox in his desk and lit a sophisticated cigarette, he took a deep breath and watched the cigarette end burn into a fiery color.

He is just a person who is not angry, an expert in seeking pleasure, a chewing worm in the family, and has no pursuit.

The family can let him enjoy most of his material things, but the fly in the ointment is that the little young master's life is very empty.

soaked women, smoked hookahs and got drunk, and ran rampant against teachers during the Capital College...... If it weren't for the rules of Star Island, he would have been able to carry forward these fine traditions here.

In the center of the smoke, Emile thought that when the limelight was over, he would go to charm Morgans.

Where he felt that he was alive, he was so young, but he was gradually losing interest in life.

……

Amir is here again, not in the middle of the night tavern business, and his character, who is secretly spurned by the two bartenders, is here to help.

He didn't see the blonde hospitality when he came in, and at that moment he was lost like a child with apple candy falling to the ground, and he couldn't pick it up in a disappointed mood.

Shaw, who had been standing at the bar, kicked something, and he said something, and Emile stood at the door at that time, neither coming in nor going out.

Amir was startled by the sudden burst of Lanzerim out of the bar, as if she had suddenly grown out of the bar.

Could it be that she usually hides in the bar, Emile glanced at Xiao who had been standing with a scrutinizing gaze.

Lanzerim's sudden emergence from the bar made him feel uncomfortable, but the exact discomfort he couldn't describe.

Lanzerim was talking to Shaw, and from her gestures, she was very unhappy with Shaw, most of the time Lanzerim and Shaw were puffing out of their nostrils, and sometimes he would see the two of them squeezing each other.

These two people were born in the north, and eighty percent of them were from the Demayne faction, so there was a great opportunity to become friends.

Emile watched the blonde emerge from the bar with the open fender, Lanzerim's signature smile was too bright, could the northern sun be the same as hers?

The brilliant dazzling makes people's hearts burn.

Emil thought to himself and sat down at a high table, unaware that Lanzerim's hometown had the sun, but its aura was obscured by the dust from the mines.

In the northern mining area, even the snow is gray.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and it's been too cold at night lately to go out?"

Lanzerim pulled out the notebook she had hung on her waist and the pen she had stuck in her hair, and she was greeting him.

She was actually concerned about his movements in the past few days, and Emile was a little surprised.

He remembered that the other day, when the weather was still warm, Lanzerim was disgusted by his relentless pursuit on the way to the classroom, and she called him "wrong".

Even so, she said that.

Amir's hands tapped on the table, his fingers moving involuntarily for a moment like an arpeggio.

Hell, he didn't even know how to explain the cause and effect of this.

Emile didn't come with his friends today, and Lanzerim glanced at Elmi's demeanor today, feeling that he was still the same as usual.

"Need a recommendation?"

Lanzerim sighed loudly in his heart, Shaw would never know how awkward the situation between the hostess and the guests was.

She needed to answer seriously to the animals who were drunk and took advantage of the opportunity to play hooligans.

"You want to give me a night? How about I give you an extra gold leaf for one night. ”

When asked about the price of an overnight stay, Lanzerim almost wanted to put a piece of paper on his head that said—there is no market.

"Are you really a virgin?"

"Someone should know if I'm really or not."

Every time they listen to her answers, they will always be stunned, they may not have thought that she would be so open-faced.

However, Lanzerim thought very simply, soberly, this is a place to make money, and if you want to make money, you will always suffer some small sins, and these sins of language are up to them.

Amir had been silent, he had been knocking on the table, Lanzerim

"What's the trouble coming alone?"

Lanzerim turned the pen in her hand and applauded her professionalism, she gossiped every bastard as if she were a friend, just to get them to order a drink.

Commission, commission money, money, money.

"I recommend Commander wine, although there is not much stock of carbonated water, but it tastes great."

As soon as Lanzerim finished speaking, Emile quickly picked up the topic.

"Do you want to get me drunk and recommend sparkling wine?"

The young man's puzzled tone sounded, and he raised his eyes.

"It turns out that you want to change your taste today and drink sister wine, am I right?"

Lanzerim smiled and nodded, signaling that she remembered, facing Emil Lanzerim was not so good-tempered, but facing the customers who consumed.

Her smiling face won't break the mark.

"Almost, a cup of Miss Cocoa, and more cardamom powder."

Lanzerim agreed, watching her walk briskly, and Emile half-propped himself up at the bar.

Lanzerim accepted the order, Shaw went about to work, and Amir heard the familiar sound of ice hitting the cup, refractory in the quiet tavern.

Shaw's movements are very old-fashioned, and he has watched Shaw do the same thing in this bar since the first time Emile has been here, and then he meets the hot hostess, her name is Lanzerim.

Unexpectedly, he also had a day when he drank his sister's wine with his lips open, watching Lanzerim put the wine on the table and push the glass in front of him, and Emile looked at the ice cubes looming in the cream in the shallow glass.

Lanzerim's hands were very white but she had calluses on them, and Emile saw it, and her palms were a little red, and Emile always felt that she had seen this kind of hand somewhere.

It was familiar, but he couldn't remember.

"Hey, Shambhala didn't get involved in expelling students back to the dorm that day, right?"

Miss Coco is a soft cocktail consisting of white wine, coffee and whipped cream, making it a perfect drink for couples.

Lanzerim was just about to leave when she heard Amir ask, apparently asking her.

Emile took a sip of wine, but he somehow thought it was a good fit, so he ordered it.

Sure enough, it was a soft glass of wine, like drinking fragrant cream coffee, and it was smooth in the throat.

"It doesn't seem to have affected anything, except that there were fewer people in the store afterwards."

Lanzerim turned, keeping her professionalism in place, and she heard that Amir was talking about her, not them.

"I was looking for you that day, but I was delayed."

Lanzerim frowned inwardly, how could she think that something was wrong with this.

"Luckily, it's not a big deal, it's just a routine inspection of work."

Lanzerim smiled, she and the portrait had been read like she had epilepsy that day, it wasn't a routine check-up, but what could she say to Amir?

"That's good, it's not a big deal."

Emile lowered his head, shook the ice cubes in his glass, and muttered to himself.

He wondered why it was more and more awkward for a person like him, who lived in a drunken life with money, that he was so good at rhetoric, but he couldn't hold back a word that could continue the conversation at that moment.

Every word he says ends the topic.

He felt that he was particularly stupid at that moment, and he wondered if Lanzerim had such thoughts.

Shaw let out a long sigh as he watched Emile touch his face with his hands, he always felt that Amir was in trouble.