As he drank, Hoss said some more words of thanks to Ringer, in a rather sincere tone, but he didn't stay in the shop for long.

"The job of a prison administrator is not as easy as I imagined, although I have passed the special training and my strength has increased a lot, but I still lack experience in dealing with prisoners. Maybe when I get used to it, I will have more time to drink here. After saying that, he left the bar.

Shortly after Hoss left, Tracy came to the store, the black chains still clanging around her.

Her chains were originally green, but they had been black since they were last burned by Ringer's demonic flames.

The Warden walked to the bar with a smile on her face, and Karina, who turned her head with one cheek in one hand, keenly noticed that the chain exhibitionist's eyes were not quite right, and she had been staring at Ringer from the moment she entered the door.

Karina smelled a hint of threat, frowned, and thought to herself, it seemed that during her absence, Ringer was targeted by a bad woman again.

I have to guard against it! She secretly raised her vigilance in her heart.

"Mr. Tongue Demon, please give me a cup of painkillers." Tracy sat down next to Karina, and her extraordinarily gentle tone drew Elise's surprised look.

Elise scratched her head and stared strangely at the Chained Girl sitting at the bar. When this guy came over the first two times, his tone was obviously not so disgusting, why did it suddenly become like this?

Could it be that something happened between them? She remembered that not long ago, Ringer went to the underground prison for the second time for the sake of Hoss, and then she only knew that Ringer had won, but she didn't know the specific details, and it seemed that something must have happened at that time.

Her skeptical and speculative gaze began to circle between the two. Read the book

"Call me Ringer here." Ringer corrected. After all, not all guests can accept his other identity, and this must be taken into account in advance, otherwise you may lose some guests as a result.

"Well, okay. Ringer. Tracy called obediently. Ringer nodded in satisfaction and turned to prepare the wine.

Although he could now use the power of magic to make the wine move on its own, he still wanted to do it once in a while, and touching the utensils with his own hands would make him feel at ease.

As he prepares his drink, Karina outside the bar begins to talk to Tracy.

"What do you call Miss?" Tracy tilted her head, her green eyes reflecting Karina's face.

"Tracy."

"Miss Tracy is a ghost."

"yes, what's wrong?" Tracy doesn't shy away from it,

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Of course not, I'll just ask, by the way, my name is Karina." Tracy nodded, ignoring her, but Karina then asked, "Doesn't it look like Miss Ghost is here for the first time, and has been here a lot before?" Tracy looked at Ringer's busy figure and replied, "I've only recently started coming here. ”

"Miss Tracy seems to be interested in the bartender here?" Karina finally got down to business.

"Of course," Tracy's eyes were starry,

"He was the only man who had seen my body, and he was the first man to bring me pain." She remembered the pain of being burned by Ringer's black flames.

Ringer, who was bartending, heard Tracy's words, and his hand holding the bartender shook slightly, and immediately several eyes converged on him.

Elise, Lanya, and of course Karina, all looked at him in shock. Dilu could see that everyone was looking at Ringer, and they were looking at him in the same way, but they didn't know what was going on, and they smiled brightly at Ringer.

Ringer was about to open his mouth to clarify, when Tracy pulled out a white shirt from the mouth of the black skeleton hanging from his waist, a very familiar white shirt.

Ringer quickly recalls that this was the first time he had been in the underground prison, and he had used the shirt left over from the golden cicada's shelling to escape from the golden cicada, and he used the shirt with his own scent to attract Tracy's Chains' attention and create an opportunity to escape.

She even kept it! In this way, the pants she wore that day are still in her hands. Tracy held her white shirt in both hands, pressed her cheeks against it, closed her eyes and said, "This is what he left me last time." ”