"My name is Mu Yan." Mu Yan smiled and reported his name.

Whether it's blocking the pressure around him before, or mixing him a glass of magic wine to help him relieve hidden dangers, this black buddy with a smile on his face at any time is a friend worth making.

"Yorkmon" Black Brother's teeth are always so dazzling, and when he smiles, people can't help but move their eyes to his big white teeth, "Of course, you can also call me bartender like them!" ”

Yorkmund gestured to the tourists who were sitting and drinking.

Mu Yan turned his head and glanced at the tourists around him, all kinds of tourists were dressed in any way.

On the table not far away, there was a monk with a big shaved head and six ring scars on the top of his head, and a knight with full armor and a big sword at his waist......

There was no crowd of onlookers on the side, everyone was doing their own thing, such a scene was not uncommon in taverns, and only newcomers like Mu Yan would be surprised.

Here, most of the tourists are in groups of three or five, a small group is distinct, or one or two solo travelers occupy a table, drink alone, if there are no special circumstances, everyone will not disturb each other, after all, there is no simple one to drink here, if you don't pay attention to a certain tourist's taboo, even if people don't trouble you in the amusement park, there are many ways to chase revenge in the story world.

The tourists in the amusement park don't look at the usual peace, but under the oppression of the cruel story world, there are actually a lot of people whose hearts are twisted, and the reason why they can be safe in the amusement park is because of the rules of the amusement park that are forcibly suppressed, otherwise it would have been a mess here.

"Want something?" Yorkmon asked aloud as he was busy with the unfinished work in his hands.

Mu Yan watched his movements, was silent for a while, and said, "I want to ask a question." ”

There was no pause in the movements of Yorkmont's hand, and at the same time as Mu Yan finished saying this, three glasses of wine of different colors had already appeared on the bar.

A blonde-haired, waitress's uniform came from the side and took three glasses of wine from a tray and delivered them to the guests.

This was originally a very normal scene, and it was an extremely normal scene in any bar, but Mu Yan frowned deeply.

"You're wondering why a martyr with such a powerful breath would be willing to be a bartender here!"

A slouchy voice came from behind him.

Mu Yan narrowed his eyes and turned away.

A white man dressed as a cowboy with a cowboy hat and a big cigar in his mouth was slowly shaking the wine glass in his hand, and the embarrassed stubble and melancholy eyes really had the taste of a down-and-out prince under the psychedelic lights of the bar.

"Well, who am I? How do I know what you're thinking? A shallow smile hung on the corner of the man's mouth, and the ice cubes in the wine glass made a crisp crumbling sound against the walls of the glass.

Mu Yan's brows furrowed even deeper.

The defenses formed by Occlumency quickly enveloped his entire mind.

There is no doubt that this man spied into his heart, I don't know when it started, but he didn't notice anything abnormal until now!

"He's ......" the man said again in the middle of his words, like a cassette tape.

He froze in his hand, then smiled, drank the wine from his glass, and turned to walk out.

"Cardonoch the 'Mind Reader'." The bartender's voice came from behind the bar, "Looks like he's in a good mood today." ”

He raised his head and smiled at Mu Yan, who once again involuntarily moved his gaze to the perfect big white fang.

Damn it! Could it be that this big white fang is doing some kind of magic?

"I know what you're trying to ask, but with all due respect, you're not qualified to know the details yet!"

Yorkmond's words were very polite, and Mu Yan did not hear any contempt or belittling from them.

His eyes were smiling, very gentle, very calm, and when he said this, Mu Yan saw that he treated all tourists equally.

In his eyes, as long as it is in this bar, all tourists are guests, and they are only guests, whether you are a veteran martyr or the whitest novice, in his eyes there is only one identity, that is, the guests of the bar, there is no difference!

This can be said to be both respect for the lowly and contemptuous, the strong have the dignity of the strong, and Yorkmond can maintain this attitude in the amusement park until now, obviously not a good thing to mess with.

And he easily blocked the pressure brought by the five powerhouses before, which shows that he is likely to belong to the same level as those five!

Mu Yan thought to himself in his heart, he had always been a little incomprehensible about Yorkmond's attitude.

is so powerful that it is like those five, why would he be willing to stay in a small bar and be a bartender?

The blonde girl before was also a powerful martyr, why would she be willing to be an inconspicuous bartender in this bar?

Experiencing the world is a very torturous thing, and when you return to the amusement park, you have to hurry up to improve your strength, and the time for rest and entertainment can be said to have been compressed to the extreme, although these are nothing to Mu Yan, and it can even be said that this is one of his ideal lives.

But he understands that not everyone is like him, more people want to have more time to rest, and even more so for groups like tourists, the pressure of survival is already great, and who wouldn't want to have more time to relax and vent?

In this case, you still have to squeeze out the already insufficient rest time to "work"?

Was it forced?

Or is it voluntary, what are the benefits in it that you don't know about?

"So what does it take to be qualified?" Mu Yan unceremoniously ordered a glass of free white water.

He didn't notice that when he said the words "boiled water", Yorkmon's whole expression changed, and his eyes were like seeing the most terrible enemy in his life!

Both scavengers and martyrs were equal to Yorkmond, and he treated saints, drunkards, executioners, and even guests fresh out of the dunghill with the same attitude, and he would bring the most sincere smiles to their faces as long as they could afford to redeem the lottery tickets and buy wine.

On the other hand, the ones he despises the most are those who come to the tavern to pretend to be forced without redeeming their tickets!

He really didn't understand why the boss had added such a thing as white water to the bar's drink list in the first place! And this tap water that reaches the level of urban drinking water is also marked as free!

This is simply a great supplement for the lives of those who have no money and have to pretend to be forced! If you want to change him, even if you scoop out the water in the toilet just now, you have to collect a lottery ticket!

Now there are more and more such guys, almost more than two palms!

Although most of them can't afford to buy alcohol, there are also a small number of priests, priests, monks, etc., who can afford it but just don't buy it! Every time I come here, I order a glass of boiled water, and what is even more shameful is that they will come to ask for more water after drinking!

Damn it! These guys are plants!

Yorkmund sometimes wondered if he would die of thirst in the amusement park if he didn't provide water one day!

However, for the sake of Mu Yan being a newcomer, he didn't care too much, and the price here was still a little too expensive for a newcomer.

"Before you spend three worlds, there are many things in the amusement park that you are not qualified to know!"

As he spoke, Yorkmond mixed five more glasses of wine, which were placed on the smooth marble bar, and then slowly sank down to appear on the tables of the guests who had disappeared from nowhere.

Three worlds again!

Mu Yan played with the cup in his hand, acting like the tourist who was called the "mind reader" just now, except that the guy contained at least a thousand precious wines worth of lottery tickets, and Mu Yan held a glass of boiled water in his hand.

Yorkmond once again despised Mu Yan with his eyes, and now he wanted to take out the big ledger under the table and slap it on Mu Yan's face, telling him that if he couldn't afford it, he could actually take credit!

But he was afraid that the newcomer trial would be too cruel, and if Mu Yan died before he finished paying the bill, wouldn't he be at a loss!

After all, judging from the rules set by the boss back then, a newcomer like Mu Yan who can enter the "inner room" for the first time is still quite high!

"Damn plain water!" Yorkmon muttered under his mouth, and the smile on his face was no longer the smile he had been.

These three words flew into his stomach like a fly, ruining his good mood for the day.

"I suggest you spend more time on how to improve your strength! If you can't survive three worlds, everything is in vain! He threw a word at Mu Yan and turned away from him.

Mu Yan nodded absentmindedly, still looking at the boiled water in the cup and not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until late at night that Mu Yan returned to his villa.

At this time, the number of visitors on the street has only decreased slightly, and the lights of the amusement park are still the same.

He returned to the villa, finished his day's meditation, and soon lay down in bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In a pitch-black space, the black mist slowly rotated, and the pale tombstone inhaled the black mist and sprayed out from both ends, as if it would never stop!

……

Amusement park time, thirteenth day.

Getting up at six o'clock, Mu Yan completed the ten-kilometer long-distance run in his private area to warm up.

For the next two hours, he practiced military combat techniques and the special explosive techniques he learned in the Three Little Pigs World.

Then he plunged headlong into the laboratory and began to study the magic patterns of his hands and the analysis of the properties of the dark element.

In fact, in addition to these two research projects, he has a lot of unfinished projects, such as spell connection research and alchemy experiments.

However, one of these requires a lot of tome and spell verification, and the other requires a lot of material consumption, which cannot be completed at this stage.

In the afternoon, the sun set slightly, and Mu Yan appeared outside the building of the Circle of Truth.