The bartender's name was Moller, a young man with long gray hair and pale skin.

He saw with his own eyes the proprietor Áhlers welcome the distinguished guest in and arrange for him to sit in the best position, and the kitchen brought out the best dishes for it. The way to eat rib meat with sauerkraut potatoes has always been a specialty of Red Rock. The lizard's hind leg stew is made in a broth that is not often found elsewhere, and is served with coarse peppered apples and caramel...... The dishes are perfectly in line with the rugged style of the wilderness dwellers, and the preparation is simple. The guest who was bent on trying it was satisfied, but when he walked over with a cocktail, everything changed.

"Phew! What kind of wine is this? ”

"It's not a "red flame" at all, I've never drunk this damn taste. It's just garbage, swill, and smelly mud in the bathhouse. ”

As the guests left in a rage, Moeller saw the disappointed look in the eyes of his boss Ahler. It was supposed to be an opportunity, but it was screwed up by himself.

Red Rock City is not a paradise, and the people here are not good men and women. Robberies, murders, rapes, scams and the like happen every day, and even in taverns, it's not uncommon to pick up a knife and slash someone. The reason why the order in the city is relatively stable is because of the deterrent effect of the Dark Hunter Guild and the balance of power between several large gangs. Each group has its own sphere of influence, and they levy protection money on all shops, and the Silver Arrow is no exception.

If you can satisfy that distinguished customer, maybe some of the goods that will be shipped in the future will be handed over to the "Silver Arrow" franchise. This was what Ahlers was looking forward to the most, and the rest of the tavern could make a lot of money from it.

From the time the guests left, until late at night, when the tavern closed, Moller hid in the corner behind the kitchen. He knew he had done his best, but there were some things that could not be explained by the word "do his best." Moller instinctively felt fear, and there were no useless wasters left in the tavern. Perhaps, Ahlers will no longer want to continue to mix alcohol himself, but will simply drive him away, and may even be slashed to death in a fit of rage.

When Moler, who was like a dead heart, dragged his heavy steps and was about to leave through the back door, he found that Su Hao was standing behind the door panel at some point, clasping his hands and not saying a word.

There is no intersection between Moeller and Su Hao, and they have never even spoken, and they are basically strangers.

After looking at the depressed Moller for a few seconds, Su Hao slowly turned around and walked towards the front hall of the tavern, which was already empty, leaving a sentence: "Follow me!" ”

Moeller looked up in a daze, and when he understood the meaning of the sentence and formed a vague concept in his mind, he only felt that his steps were very mechanical. He himself didn't know why he should follow Su Hao's instructions? It's just that I subconsciously feel that this is not too bad.

Su Hao had already taken out all kinds of utensils from the wine cabinet and arranged them neatly on the counter.

"I'll only do it once, and if you want to change the situation, give me a careful look at every move."

Su Hao is not a professional bartender, and he doesn't even like to drink at all.

The word "merit" encompasses so much. One of them is time.

Compared with others, Su Hao's life can be described as "long". Counting from the future world, he is now more than 300 years old. From researcher to commoner, then to warrior, general, "queen bee", and later emperor, he has experienced many things in his life, and he has experienced it himself. Life that is too long ago will always make people feel bored and even become numb. Su Hao has always reminded himself never to make similar mistakes, and he has been using various methods to divert his attention. Painting, Music, Technology, Architecture, Weapons...... From Earth to the Red Dragon Planet, apart from the necessary time to deal with government affairs, he devoted all his spare time to other aspects.

In order to test whether he was proficient in the subject he studied, Su Hao forged his identity under different aliases and took hundreds of exams in the professional departments of the empire.

He holds a Master Chef certificate and holds an Actuary Qualification from the Imperial Auditor's Office. Except for the closest guards and officers around him, no one knew that the most authoritative art appraiser in the empire was actually the emperor himself. Su Hao's carved woodware could fetch a high price, and the silverware he made was listed as sacrificial utensils by the Holy See. Violin and piano are Su Hao's best performances, and he even holds the title of director or member of hundreds of different professional associations.

The third stage of the world is also made up of human beings. As long as it is human, it has the same component in terms of civilization. Although he has only just begun to contact this world, Su Hao has already discovered a lot of commonalities with the second and first stage worlds.

Su Hao once had a strong interest in bartending. During that time, many bartenders with personal characteristics were secretly invited into the court to be responsible for guiding Su Hao. No one knew that the "court sommelier" who was instructed was the emperor, and Su Hao's different works of zuò were also praised by one voice. As tasters and referees, Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi got drunk many times. However, as Su Hao's interest turned, his bartending skills were never displayed in public, at most he just entertained himself when he was bored.

Su Hao had never heard of the name "Red Flame", and there must be differences between the products of civilization in the world at different stages. But one thing is certain: the human senses of taste and smell are basically the same, and the choice of names for certain objects is similar. Even if you haven't tried it yourself, it's hot, hot, and it's always right to stimulate and tempt the mouth, the tip of the tongue, and even the inside of the esophagus. Since it is a flame, it must be felt from the moment of entry.

Mohler's eyes almost burst out of his sockets.

He never imagined that bartending could do it so smoothly. The movements are so beautiful, the rhythm is so obvious, whether it is Su Hao's fingers, or the scale and angle of the wine bottle, it is all just right. The ten fingers are so flexible that there is no lingering feeling between opening and pouring the wine. Even the sound of the bottom of the bottle coming into contact with the table can produce a musical impact depending on the amount of liquid it contains. If that's bartending, then what is a musician? They don't even have to save zài at all, they just need to close their eyes and sit next to them and listen.

The final product that appeared in front of Mohler's eyes was a refreshing cocktail that was fiery in color, warm and hot, but not bloody at all. The liquid in the cup is constantly bouncing up and down, as if it has a soul and life. After a few minutes, there were signs of a slow stop. There is a clear layering between the top and bottom, with a faint blue light floating on the surface, but the bottom layer remains ruddy like a flame. It was like a wildly jumping flame, imprisoned in a goblet by some kind of magic.

It took a great deal of effort for Moeller to take his eyes off the glass. He felt hot and dry, and a thousand words were surging in his head that wanted to burst out in an instant. There are gratitude, doubts, difficulties and trances. However, all emotions and thoughts were completely blocked by Su Hao with one sentence, and he couldn't say a word.

"You still have a chance. Hurry up and practice for an hour, and if you are focused enough, you can reach a fairly reluctant Cheng dù. It is a twenty-minute walk from here to the guest's hotel. If you're lucky, he shouldn't have rested by the time you send it over. ”

The people in Redstone are crazy and villains, and Moller is no exception.

He started out as a liar by profession, but after successfully becoming a thief, Moller was not satisfied with the speed of his journey on the path of the underworld. He became a daring and daring, and in just a few months he became a full-time robber again. Due to a very accidental injury, Moller became a murderer and fled to Redstone City in order to escape the pursuit of the Imperial police.

Ahlers is not a good bird either. Either way, the tavern is a nice sanctuary. If he really messed things up because of himself, he would never let himself go.

Moeller knew very well that Su Hao was helping himself and saving his life.

This kind of thing is very rare in Redstone. Everyone will watch others die, which means that they have more opportunities to occupy what belongs to others. Even in taverns, this is the case. Bartender is a good position, and Sam has his eye on him. The kid had a nimble mind and had already secretly learned several recipes. The maid also wants to take her place, which means more frequent contact with the guests, and there is no less tipping or something.

Moeller really didn't understand why Su Hao wanted to help him?

He is good-looking, and many guests like this handsome young man. That magical bartending technique would make the "Silver Arrow" a hot spot, and even in the high-end nightclubs of the big cities of the Empire, there are few professional bartenders who can match it. What's more, this is still Redstone City, and anyone with a skill will not come here.

Moeller really wanted to catch Su Hao and ask about it. But Su Hao left much faster than he expected. Moeller didn't have time to catch up, Su Hao was right, there was only about an hour before and after, life or death, staying or fleeing and leaving, it depends on how much he makes up for this matter.

When he walked into the hotel lobby with various drinking utensils, Moller happened to bump into Ahler, who came out of it. The latter directly took out a knife and clamped it between the former's neck, and roared viciously: "You damn dog mongrel, don't you think you haven't caused enough trouble to Lao Tzu?" Say, what are you doing here? ”

Moller stammered 1510 to explain what had happened. When he picked up the bamboo basket containing the wine utensils and wine bottles, the fierce light in Ahler's eyes gradually became solemn, and the killing intent and anger slowly disappeared from his face.

Most of the guys who can have a place in Redstone are ruthless. They see things from a different perspective than ordinary people, and their eyes are sharper.

Ahlers never wanted to spend his life in a tavern. As long as you are human, you have lofty ambitions. Even villains fantasize about becoming the demon king of the mixed world who commands the majesty of the eight directions. This is the same as how many women who are born with impotence are always chattering in front of people, how strong their sexual function is, and how many women they last night that they couldn't even get out of bed.

The cost of running the bistro, the money invested over the years, the furnishings and the various materials leftover, and the benefits of all aspects...... These things quickly appeared in the form of numbers in Ahler's mind, getting an accurate total. In just a few minutes, Ahlers had figured out the difference between success and failure. Even in the worst-case scenario, he would just run away with the gold and silver he had saved, and then look for a new marginal city to reopen.

"Go ahead! Do a good job, or Lao Tzu will kill you alive. ”

The big guys must not be offended. From this sentence, Moeller already saw the end of his future: either he would be brilliant from now on, or he would be skinned and deboned and thrown out of the upstairs window tonight to feed the dogs.

Almost half-kneeling into the merchant's room, he trembling to show his intentions, and Ahler, beside him, repeatedly apologized, claiming that the previous incident was a mistake, and that the reason was that Moller had a grudge against someone else, and the other party seized the opportunity to frame him by pouring inferior liquor into a bottle of brandy. Moeller, the ****, was excited when he saw the guest entering the door, and he couldn't notice it, so he used this material to mix wine in a daze.

This lie is fairly so-so, but logically plausible. The wealthy merchant had already planned to rest, but was intrigued by this improvised little story. Looking at Moeller, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face and a sincere expression, he decided to give this unlucky ghost who had been framed a chance. But here's the thing: if the cocktail doesn't satisfy you, then there's no need for Moeller to stay alive.

"Opportunities aren't available to everyone."

The name of the wealthy merchant is Fan Jin, a guy who looks like an Asian race on earth. It's fat, but the meaning of being fat is not bloated and stupid, but with a kind of dreaded cunning and ferocity. This special temperament is usually difficult to see in obese people, and the faces supported by fat generally look honest and kind, giving people a sense of honesty and loyalty. However, Fan Jin's temperament is very unique. He was like a ball of flesh curled up, and his eyes were squeezed and narrow, like a fine slit. The eyeballs that have been in a bulging state for a long time are easy to get tired, and Fan Jin always feels sleepy most of the time. However, if something caught his attention, a shrewd and fierce gaze would immediately emerge from the depths of his pupils.

"Boy, listen up, not everyone has such a thing."

Fan Jin repeated what he had just said again. He sat in a handmade soft chair and watched Moeller's every move condescendingly. The unlucky man was almost lying on the ground, pouring different liquids from bottle to bottle, increasing the amount of liquid in the goblet. He did it attentively, but the fear and fear were palpable. Moeller's body and arms were shaking, spilling wine several times, and the "jingle bell" between the bottle and the glass was constantly being struck. Of course, this is not a rhythm, and even Fan Jin was upset, and he had to stop his desire to give a long speech. He had wanted to show kindness and generosity in front of Mohler and Ahler, but it was difficult for him to concentrate because of this distraction due to fear. If it weren't for the bastard's bartending performance, Fan Jin would have ordered the end of this damn game a long time ago.

Everyone has something they like. Fan Jin has loved cocktails since he was very young. At that time, he was already over five years old, and by chance, he went to a bar with his father, who was also a businessman. There, for the first time, Fan Jin saw the wine girl who was almost naked, stroking the thighs of the stockings back and forth with her immature little hands, and pinching the plump and swollen breasts of those women a few times. No one is disgusted by a child's behavior, or even amused. In this way, in the chaotic atmosphere, a well-prepared cocktail was served, the red and blue colors slowly merged in the glass, and the brightly colored fruit made the young Fan Jin feel curious. Because it is specially made, the taste of alcohol is not too strong, but it is much better than ordinary fruit juice drinks. In this way, Fan Jin really fell in love with cocktails, and wherever he went, he would wander around the local tavern and order a few drinks.

Soon, the "red flame" that Moeller had concocted was brought up by the waiter.

Fan Jin had never seen this kind of wine. He could be sure that this was not a "red flame" at all, but a completely different cocktail.

The fat merchant was not angry, and he was fascinated by the brilliant and wonderful color changes in the goblet. The "Red Flame" that Fan Jin had seen was not like this, but the wine he had drunk before was not a flame at all in front of this glass of wine, at best it was red wine. Only this moving cocktail can be considered a flame. That's right, it's burning, it's dancing, it's alive.

After taking a sip of wine, the expression on Fan Jin's face suddenly became colorful. Without waiting for the first bite to completely drain his stomach, he greedily poured the second and third mouthfuls one after another...... This is not the right way to taste cocktails at all, but Fan Jin can't control that much. This wine tastes good, and the various ingredients are used just right. At the same time, there are two sensations of cold and fiery wound in the throat, which is simply more exciting than the most beautiful and noble girl in the world helping to caress herself. The cocktails I've drunk before are scummy in comparison, and this trip to Redstone City is the right one, otherwise, I'm afraid I will never enjoy it like this.

Moeller and Alers remained on their knees, fearfully observing the change in the expression on Fan Jin's face. Fan Jin is the kind of person who doesn't take his feelings lightly, even if he wants to chop a guy alive, he just casually gives orders. Watching him drink and smack his lips, Mohler and Ahlers could not know the exact information, so they could only kneel in trepidation. So many. This wine tastes good, and the various ingredients are used just right. At the same time, there are two sensations of cold and fiery wound in the throat, which is simply more exciting than the most beautiful and noble girl in the world helping to caress herself. The cocktails I've drunk before are scummy in comparison, and this trip to Redstone City is the right one, otherwise, I'm afraid I will never enjoy it like this.

Moeller and Alers remained on their knees, fearfully observing the change in the expression on Fan Jin's face. Fan Jin is the kind of person who doesn't take his feelings lightly, even if he wants to chop a guy alive, he just casually gives orders. Watching him drink and smack his lips, Mohler and Ahlers could not know the exact information, so they could only kneel in trepidation.