Gunsmoke Tavern.

It's a violent name, it's reminiscent of gunpowder, guns.

Eric looked around and saw that the customers here did well match the name.

"Excuse me..."

"Wait, whoever you are or what you're here for, order something first. That's the rule here. ”

The waiter stopped Eric from continuing to speak, and he was wiping a glass with a square towel without even looking at him.

I didn't expect there to be such troublesome rules here.

Eric had no choice but to put away the idea of taking out the token and asking where the gun god was.

"A slightly tipsy glass. He ordered from the waiter, deciding to wait and see for a moment to find out what kind of place the tavern was.

Who knows, but the waiter showed a strange expression.

"Are you mistaken? You don't sell that kind of stuff here. ”

The waiter said, and it was evident that he was trying to be polite with the professionalism of a waiter.

At the same time, the hooligan sitting at the table next to him suddenly burst out laughing, and at the same time, the two of them were greeted with disdainful glances from the people around them.

It's like a pack of hounds watching two cats that strayed into a kennel.

"Hey, do you hear me. The kid was "slightly drunk". What a sissy! It's a man who should drink liquor!"

"I really don't understand the rules, probably the guy who came in by mistake. ”

The discussion of the crowd did not care about the volume at all, as if it was deliberately intended to be heard by the two of them.

It seems that for some reason, the secret that the two of them came here for the first time was exposed.

In fact, for Eric, who doesn't like to drink, being slightly drunk is one of the few drinks he can accept.

Eric didn't understand what he had gotten wrong. Although he had rarely been to such a place before, it was impossible for any tavern to be slightly drunk with such a ubiquitous drink.

But the tavern where the gun god is... Maybe it's not quite the same.

Eric looked at Anthrite inquiringly, but Anthrite shook her head at him, saying that she didn't know why it was like this.

After all, it was the first time for Anthracene to come here and I couldn't give any advice.

Damn Papitt, he must have been withholding some important information without stating.

Thinking of this, Eric pulled out a few coins and piled them on the bar, "Whatever you want." ”

I saw the waiter on the opposite side slowly stretch out his hand and slowly move to the side of the coins.

Jump.

The coins were flicked off with a few fingers. They make several graceful arcs of varying heights in the air, and then fall to the ground with a pleasant sound.

The atmosphere became very awkward.

The people around him burst into laughter.

"What do you mean?!" Anthrite felt teased. The waiter's behavior is simply deliberately finding fault.

Eric didn't get angry, instead he thought calmly. It could not have been unreasonable for the waiter, who had been polite before, to suddenly make such a move.

The coin makes the other person angry. So, what he did just now broke some kind of rule here.

So, the currency here is different from the outside, is it something else?

"Guest, this is what I want to ask you. The waiter's smiling face, which had been maintained not long ago, turned cold: "If you have strayed here, please go out and forget about your visit." Otherwise......"

The smell of gunpowder in the words was very strong.

At the same time, Eric noticed that the waiter's right hand was making small movements under the bar. Just by looking at the name of this tavern, it's not hard to guess what he's going to pull out.

Some kind of device for making gunpowder.

This kind of device, Eric also has. He wasn't afraid to fight the people in front of him. But unfortunately, the rest of the people in the tavern stopped what they were doing at some point. They all stood up from their seats, touched their weapons, and looked at each other with a fierce look in their eyes.

Like a pack of beasts.

Even insects will unite to eliminate aliens that enter their nests. Eric realizes that he and Anthrite are in trouble.

"Guys, don't be nervous. Eric raised his hands to the crowd to calm down.

Next to him, Anthra is in a posture of pulling out his sword at any moment.

But Eric hurriedly told her to stop, at which point it was not a wise decision to be outnumbered. Such a fight is pointless and completely avoidable. If he can prove in time that he is the same as them...

Just guess what currency is used here.

Gunsmoke Tavern.

Smoke...

A flash of inspiration.

Eric quickly pulled out a Curt-style spare magazine from his bosom and took the bullets out of it and handed them to the waiter. Then he squeezed out a smile: "There is always a Pelos beer, man." ”

Looking at Eric's bullet, the waiter's gaze at Eric and the others softened slightly. He took them. And take it to your eyes and take a closer look.

"11.43mm, Curt police bullet. Rare. ”

As the pawnshop had valued, the waiter accepted the four Curt bullets and returned the rest to Eric. Then take two draft beer glasses from the bar and bring them to the keg to fill them until the foam overflows.

Two glasses of draft beer were pushed in front of the two.

Anthrite next to her was confused.

Eric's guess was completely correct, and bullets were used as currency here.

Gunpowder is the source of gunpowder smoke, and bullets wrap around gunpowder. So it's obviously a perfect currency for a smoke bar. In addition, the black bullet given by Papitt also served as a hint.

"Let's welcome new friends to join!"

I don't know which customer's yell made the surroundings lively again.

"I've never seen a guy who could guess it the first time I came!" said someone in the crowd, accompanied by cheers and whistles from some.

The hostility of the crowd instantly turned into admiration.

"You're really smart enough to guess the coins in circulation. I don't know what the people at the police station are doing here, but don't say you're not, those idle guys can't get 11.43mm bullets......

Of course, it's okay if it's inconvenient to disclose. It doesn't matter what your purpose is, whether it's a mistake or not. As long as you have successfully made a purchase here, you are our valued guest. ”

The waiter said, and the pause in the inquiry was too late to interject. He didn't seem expecting an answer. Perhaps most of the guests who came here were secretive, and he had seen too many of them.

Either way, Eric breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the first hurdle had been successfully passed.

"We're here to see the Lord. ”

Now it's time to get down to business, and Eric holds the pitch-black bullet in the palm of his hand and shows it to the waiter.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed. "That's how you know about this place. It's been a long time since I've seen it, and I'm about to forget it in the back of my mind. ”

The waiter's eyes suddenly lit up.

Next, his hand reached for an old-fashioned revolver from under the bar, raised it above his head, and fired a gun at the ceiling.

Bang!

Eric admits that he was startled by the sudden movement.

"Guys, the challenger has appeared. ”