With the sound of wind chimes, a young customer with a pale face walked into the store.

"Welcome, guests can find a seat and order, or they can go straight to the bar and order." Lanya smiled sweetly.

After working for a while, she has become more and more proficient, and she no longer just shouts welcome and stands there stupidly.

The young man glanced at Lanya and Diluke at the door, and then walked to the bar with a blank face. The two beautiful maidens, in his indifferent eyes, seemed unattractive.

Not only Lanya and Di Luke, but also Sally, who has the blood of a succubus, and Nilou, who is mature and charming, can't attract his attention.

Ringer politely looked at the guest sitting in front of him. Judging by the dress, at least a small nobleman. Pale sunken cheeks and deep eye sockets also fit the image of an overindulgent young nobleman.

"What would the guests like to drink?" The young nobleman looked up at Ringer and opened his mouth in a vain sound.

"Do you have any of that kind of stimulating wine here?"

"Stimulating wine?" Ringer raised an eyebrow.

"Like Scuma or something, ah, you may not have heard of Scuma, it's a drink that you can never forget once you drink it." The aristocratic young man sighed suddenly.

"Skumar used to be my favorite wine, but I don't feel it anymore. Just like a woman......" Seeing the customer's disappointed expression, Ringer had already guessed.

The skuma in the mouth of the guests must be the kind of bar that is brewed with special plants and cannot be circulated on the surface.

He smiled and said, "The customer came just in time to introduce a new liquor, and when you drink it, it will have quite a wonderful effect." ”

"Oh?" A hint of interest finally flashed in the young man's eyes. The décor of this shop has never been seen before, and there may be a surprising secret recipe.

"Have a drink." Then he saw the man in front of him take a green bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and magically conjure a glass bottle from the palm of his hand, which contained a liquid that I don't know if it was wine or something else.

With the Green Fairy as the base of the liquor, add half an ounce - the lure juice of the predatory plant girl, the taste is sweet, and it is not really a foot wash.

Ringer took out another sugar cube, flicked his fingers, and the sugar cube floated directly above the glass, quietly levitating.

Ringer raised his hand, a little flame ignited in his fingertips, and with a gentle blow in his mouth, the small flame floated like a dandelion under the sugar cube.

The white sugar cube was wrapped in a thin coat of flames, and the edges and corners began to melt. Ringer's fingertips gathered another small cloud of water, forming a fist-sized cube, and then freezing into a pure ice cube without a trace of impurities.

With a flick of your fingertips, the ice cubes seemed to float in space, spinning and floating on top of the burning sugar cubes.

The ice cubes are not completely frozen, but are in a semi-melted state, and the clean ice water falls drop by drop, dripping over the burning sugar cubes, mixing with the sugar, and falling into the glass.

This way of drinking with lit sugar cubes and dripping ice water is called by some people, and it was originally necessary to use a special drinking utensils - a drip and a hollowed-out absinthe spoon, but with magic, these two drinking utensils can be omitted, which is much more convenient.

It's so easy to use, magic. Praise the goddess of magic. Ringer praised in his heart. This unique way of mixing makes the interest rise even more, and the eyes are staring at the drops of ice water that fall one by one, and the anticipation in my heart rises higher and higher like the liquid in the glass.

Eventually, the contents of the cup rose to the drinking line. The remaining small semi-ice cubes redissolve into water vapor and disperse into the air, while the sugar cubes melt away.

"What's its name?" Feren licked his lips, his blank eyes sparkling as he entered.

"Phantom fairy." Hearing this ethereal name, Faerun's body shook slightly.

"Guests, please." Fallon trembled and reached out to grasp the glass. Just by smelling the aroma coming from the cup, his taste buds were already dancing and cheering.

The long-lost feeling of anticipation reminded him of the night he grew up as a man. The gentle maid sister, the whispering in the ear that makes people blush and heartbeat, is an incomparably beautiful first experience.

But a good shelf life is always short-lived, and he quickly loses interest in everything. Lan Ya watched the guests drink the wine made by Ringer, and her body suddenly stood still, as if she had become a stone statue.

She saw the guests staring ahead with empty eyes, and suddenly a smile rose on the corners of her mouth, as if she saw something incomparably beautiful.

The guest raised his hand and reached out to him, as if trying to touch something. The next moment, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the guest's eyes, crossing the pale and thin cheeks.

What did he see?