"Oh, don't be nervous, I'm just a lively and cute door spirit."

"Demons?" Cree looked in amazement at the mouth that appeared on the door.

"If you decide to go in, don't rub it in, the wind chimes keep shaking, and the people inside are waiting for you very hard."

Cree looked up at the silver wind chimes hanging from the door, which had been shaking and making a crisp sound ever since she and Tassie approached the door.

Inside the house.

The magic wind chimes rang non-stop, but no guests came in.

Ringer stood in the bar, frowning slightly, a little puzzled, it was the first time he encountered a situation where the wind chimes rang for so long, could it be some special guest?

Lanya was already waiting at the door, ready to greet the guests.

Di Luke leaned back his neck, and a slender jet of water spewed out of his small mouth, and his neck was a little sore.

But she still held her chest up, her head tilted, and the magic golden cup that stood on her forehead spewed fragrant wine mist and brilliant rainbows that matched the jets of water that erupted from her mouth.

Elise looked the most calm, and Ringer couldn't help but ask her, "Has this happened before?" ”

"The wind chime was prompted by distance, and I remember one time, it rang from the time I went to work, and it wasn't until almost the end of the day that an old turtle crawled in." Elise frowned. The wind chimes rang all day that day, and although it was not noisy, it annoyed her.

"Did you give him something to drink?" Ringer asked.

"No, I told it was closed, and I kicked it out."

Hehe, Elise is really consistent with her guests, Ringer thought to himself.

On the other side, hearing Elise's words, Lanya relaxed her body, and Di Luke also took the magic cup on her forehead and moved her neck.

She can hold this position for ten minutes, but not for an hour.

Then the wooden door creaked open and was pushed open.

Diluke hurriedly put the magic cup back on his forehead, and his mouth spewed a messy splash of water, which fell all over his face.

Lan Ya's body tensed instantly, and she subconsciously bent down.

"Huan, welcome!"

Ringer looked surprised when he saw the guests walking in.

Is it them?

His gaze swept faintly over the television, where the spot was empty.

Fortunately, Bai Gu didn't come to the store to watch TV today, otherwise the two of them, as the elite of the Holy Light Sect, would definitely draw their swords immediately when they saw an undead sitting swaggering in the store.

That would be another trouble, and he didn't want trouble in the store all the time.

Clairen stood in the doorway, scanning the store.

The unique décor, the clean and tidy storefront, and the soft music mixed with the good aroma.

The young and cute clerk in front of the door showed a curious gaze, and the silly-looking clerk next to her was doing a silly-looking performance.

This atmosphere was beyond her expectations, and before she came in, she thought that the store would be more eerie and weird, but she didn't expect it to be so peaceful and elegant.

Tassie's feelings were similar, and she was ready for battle, but she was stunned at this time.

"Hey, it's you." Lanya recognized the two, especially Crein, who had been impressed by her battle with the Headless Horseman yesterday.

"Feel free to find a place to sit."

Crein and Tassie come to the bar and sit down.

"You and your teammates work in this tavern?" Crein looked at Ringer.

"As the guest can see, yes, what would the guest want to drink?"

Ringer's enthusiasm surprised Creein, who had been outside the city yesterday and had the impression of being mysterious and cold, but now she was so enthusiastic.

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"We also have non-alcoholic beverages."

Clairen was about to refuse, but then the man in front of her said, "If the customer doesn't drink anything, then what purpose does the customer come into the store?" He still had a smile on his face.

"Okay, then give me a drink."

"What is the taste preference of the guests? Sweet? Sour? Gentle or intense? ”

"I can accept it, you can do whatever you want, as long as it's alcohol-free."

"Understood." Ringer shifted his gaze to the female knight who had followed him, "What about this guest?" Do you want non-alcoholic drinks too? ”

"Ah, me?" Tassie looked back, "Me too. ”

She was still looking around the store, trying to find a lurking threat, but to no avail.

Both her eyes and her instincts tell her that it's safe and a great place to drink.

She couldn't help but think of the rumor, and there was a faint hint of anticipation in her heart, she was startled by her own thoughts, and hurriedly warned herself in her heart, Tassie, Tassie, you can't let your guard down, maybe this man will add poison to the drink.

She brace herself and keep an eye on Ringer's every move.

For the first time, Ringer was stared at by a guest like this, as if the inquisitor were examining a prisoner, and he couldn't help but feel amused.

In that case, you should take a good look at me.

A smile appeared on his lips and asked Elise to fetch two limes, fresh mint leaves, a glass jar of granulated sugar, and two cans of chilled soda.

He opted for a non-alcoholic version of the mojito, stripped of the rum, leaving only the four remaining ingredients.

He raised his hands and showed the two female knights outside the bar, his hands clean and slender, with well-defined knuckles, and extremely charming.

But he wasn't there to show off his hands, but to let them know that there were no strange additions in his hands.

But his actions attracted the attention of Elise on the side, and Elise's gaze moved back and forth with his fingers, her small mouth slightly open, and her gaze was a little foggy.

In her eyes, Ringer's hands turned into a pair of beautiful white jade spiders, and the knuckled fingers became spider legs, and when they moved, they were calm and elegant.

Ah, what a beautiful and charming white spider, I want to eat them......

A silver glint flashed between Ringer's fingers, and a slender silver wand appeared in his hand.

This unique staff from Holmz seemed to him more like a special bar spoon.

With a flick of the silver wand, two limes flew up, sliced in the air by the tiny cross wind blades, squeezed by the palm of the invisible air, dripping fresh lime juice and falling into two flat cups.

The shiny silver wand pointed once again at the glass jar containing the sugar, and two wisps of white sugar floated into the cup like smoke.

Twelve clean mint leaves followed, swirling and flying into the air, dissolved into neat pieces in the fine blades of the wind, scattered into two wine glasses.

The knight sisters outside the bar stared intently at Ringer's every movement, feeling amused and curious, how could he use magic in such a place? Doesn't he have the pride of a magician?

Ringer certainly didn't have that kind of thing, he was always a bartender, studying magic and alchemy, and also for bartending services.

A piece of pure ice appeared in front of him, reflecting the light, and was thrown into the glass, colliding with the wall of the glass, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Laugh at.

Laugh at.

Under the curious gaze of the knight sisters, Ringer opened two cans of iced soda, slowly poured them into the glasses, and stirred them with a silver wand.

Finally, two mint sprigs are placed on the rim of the cup to decorate, and the tender green mint leaves are pleasant.

Finish.

Two glasses floated and slowly landed in front of Clère and Tassie.

"Two glasses of non-alcoholic mojitos, please." Ringer stretched out his right hand and smiled kindly.

The two looked at each other.

To drink, or not to drink?