Although she had been prepared for a long time, when she really heard the name, Alicia still opened her eyes wide and looked at Semele in a slightly incredulous way.

"It's been a long time since I've been called by that name." Semmele laughed, "Now, my name is Semerle." ”

Alicia came back to her senses, but her heart was a little agitated.

She never thought that she would be able to see God in her life, but she didn't expect that during this time, she not only saw the god of death, but even the god of wine in ancient Greek legends.

That..... What is Char, who can know these two gods and seems to have a good relationship with them?

Alicia fell silent, a little afraid to think about it.

"Are you from Eagle Point?" Char asked.

"No, I've been out of there since I was separated from you."

Seymler seemed to understand what Char was trying to say, and he sighed.

"I have lived in that small town for twenty years, where I still have my faith, and I have never encountered any disaster.

Unexpectedly, the moment I left, disaster also came.

Fate is always so cruel. ”

"yes...."Char's eyes flickered, and she murmured softly.

The emergence of this war is inevitable, starting with the disappearance of Alicia and the bombing of the town of Eagle Point as the node.

The flames of war will gradually spread to the land of Europe and the world.

So, when that moment came, Dionysus was gone, and he was also distracted by the Witch of the Wilderness.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Char met the god of wine at the drinking party so coincidentally.

Because fate thinks that in this town, only he can let Bacchus go.

When the gears of fate turn, no one can resist.

A true weaver is not affected by fate, but he is also burdened with the fate given to him by the previous weaver.

Char felt that this should also be one of the "tutorials" left by the old man, through the way of carrying fate, feeling the operation of fate.

"Will you go and save that town?" Alicia asked.

"Why do you want to save it?" Semmele asked rhetorically.

"Those are your believers, aren't they?" Alicia said.

Semerle laughed twice, "The myth that the gods responded to the prayers of their devout disciples was thousands of years ago.

In this day and age, how many people really believe in gods?

How many truly pious people are there under the Lord of Lord, who is now in the limelight? ”

He said sarcastically, "Those who claim to be messengers of the gods, cut open their holy appearance, tear open that holy banner, and see only a essence that is more filthy than that of a rat in the ditch."

Although they hold high the sacred banner, they do everything to satisfy their own selfish desires.

I've seen too many people like this. ”

"God will no longer respond to the world."

Semmelle said calmly.

"Humanity has been cut off from the gods, it's your choice."

Semeler's words continued.

"The war will end, the town will be rebuilt, the streets will be bustled again, maybe Dionysian will not exist, but people will always look for a moment to start the party.

In a few hundred years, this war may only become a page in the thick history of mankind.

As for those who died, even if they were still alive, they would still turn into a handful of loess in a hundred years.

Interfering or not, it's pointless, isn't it? ”

Alicia fell silent, realizing that the perspective of a god was completely different from that of a mortal like her.

She subconsciously glanced at Char.

Because Char had said something very similar to her before.

"Humanity can only rely on humanity to save itself." Char answered.

They didn't talk about it for long, and the next thing to talk about was more about the tavern.

Semmele provided all the drinks, so Char also gave him a little share, and for Char, this was originally a pastime thing, and it was not a problem to make more money.

This is insignificant to God, of course, but it adds a little bit of his sense of involvement.

In fact, he seems to have had some fun with it, and he has a lot of suggestions.

The next day, the tavern opened, without any exaggerated publicity or opening rewards, so I opened the door, hung up the business sign, and waited until the time came to take back the sign and close.

Everything couldn't be simpler, the store they bought directly, not rented, don't worry about the rent, the shelf life of the wine is very long, don't worry about losing money because you can't sell it, the store is not big, and it will be very clean if you clean it a little.

However, Char and Seymler are still very concerned about this, and they will wear their best clothes every day, and Alicia will also wear an apron.

At first, people around the street were just curious about the newly opened tavern from the outside, intrigued by the unique decoration inside.

Later, a few workers from a nearby factory came in, but they didn't order, because as soon as they entered, Char showed them the rules written on the drawing board.

For example, you can't make loud noises, you can't fight, you can't smoke cigarettes or cigars, which is almost perfectly stepped on their thunder point, so they don't even turn around and leave without even nodging their drinks.

As Alicia said, when Char wanted to open a quiet tavern, the tavern's business had nothing to do with the workers.

They came to the tavern after a tired day to relax, and if they came to this place to abide by a bunch of rules, they would naturally not be happy.

So the other day, their business could almost be described as bleak, but on the third day, they still welcomed a customer.

It was a very well-dressed man, in a rococo cyan suit, with a golden-white wig and a three-cornered hat, and he looked like he was an official in some place.

Wearing wigs was still very common in the West at the beginning of the eighteenth century, because of genetic problems, the problem of hair loss in Western men was very serious.

It is worth mentioning that in addition to genes, there were two important reasons why European men at that time were always troubled by hair loss.

One is that syphilis was rampant at that time, and one of the manifestations of patients was hair loss.

The other is related to the lifestyle of Europeans at that time - it is said that people at that time believed that bathing would make demons go on their bodies, so that not bathing became the norm, and the scalp that was already prone to oil became greasy, and hair loss became a natural situation.

And wigs are very expensive in this era, and they are not something that ordinary people can consume, so they can generally wear wigs from the upper class.

Of course, the person in front of him should be just a simple genetic problem, which Char can still see.

His face was a little tired, and he sat down directly on the chair in front of the bar, and said weakly.

"Bring me a glass of rum."

Char didn't say anything, but silently took out a wine glass from under the table and poured him a glass of rum.

The man picked up the drink and drank it, and then he raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the glass in his hand with some surprise.

"You've got a good wine here."

As he spoke, he noticed the surrounding environment, just as Alicia felt, this kind of decoration is definitely quite visually striking in this era.

He also noticed the rules written on the drawing board on the side, which he didn't care, because he had come in to drink because the tavern was relatively quiet and less crowded.

At this point, he realized that he had entered something that did not seem to be an ordinary tavern.

He looked curiously at the young man in front of him.

Very young, wearing a very spiritual vest, very in line with the aesthetics of the Britannian people, especially the special temperament that is as quiet and deep as the night, there is a unique sense of nobility.

It was Char, of course, because there were so few people, so Semmele hid in the cellar to study new blends.

"You look tired." Char smiled, "Would you like to try my store's special wines?" Can relieve fatigue. ”

The man glanced at the wine table hanging behind him, it was some name he had never heard of, but since the rum here was so good, the specialty wine should not be bad.

"Then have that Margaret."

Char smiled and took out a goblet from under the table, which looked very special, unlike ordinary goblets, it was an inverted cone.

As the man watched, Char performed a dazzling maneuver in front of him, first taping the lime slices around the rim of the glass to wet the perimeter, and then turning the glass upside down on a salted saucer.

When it was set up again, the rim of the glass was stained with a circle of lace like snowflakes.

Then, he took out a unique container, called a shaker, a special instrument for mixing wine.

He took out a few ice cubes from under the counter and put them in the shaker pot, then poured in the tequila, Cointreau, and lime juice in turn and began to shake it vigorously.

The shaker makes a nice sound as it shakes.

It was definitely not the sound of liquid shaking, the man thought to himself.

Then, he saw Char take the sherk pot in his left hand and throw it behind his back, and he came out of his hand.

When he thought the pot was about to fall to the ground and spill it all over the ground, Char's right hand grabbed the tossed snow pot with precision.

His eyes had never changed, his eyes had never looked at the pot, and he was at ease.

It was a juggling spectacle that was a novelty to him, and he had never seen such a way of bartending before.

However, it didn't take long for Char to pour the contents of the shaker into the goblet, but it didn't destroy the edge of the snow that had just been made.

Finally, he placed a slice of lime on the rim of the glass as a decoration, and he spread his hands to the man to signal that he was ready to drink.

Curious, the man picked up the glass, observed it for a moment, and then took a small sip.

On the palate, Cointreau's fresh fruity aroma and the special aroma of tequila are perfectly blended together, and the entrance is sweet and sour, very refreshing, dispelling the tiredness in his heart.

Feeling the very rich taste, he opened his eyes in some surprise, he had drunk both tequila and Cointreau, but he never expected that these two things would be so delicious when added with lime juice.

No, maybe it had something to do with the boss's peculiar way of shaking, he thought to himself.

"My name is Solo." Solo said, "The Empress's Black Staff Herald. ”

"Hello." Char nodded politely, "My name is Merlin, the owner of this tavern. ”

Not long ago, he staged a magic war for the people of Eagle Point Town, and at this time, his other name is estimated to be in the ears of some people in the imperial capital, and changing the name is the best choice.

Since he was Arthur's teacher, the name Merlin couldn't have been more appropriate.

Solo looked at the wine list on the side, which was full of names he had never heard before.

"Are these names on this wine list all such blends?"

"Yes." Char said, "Do you want to keep trying?" ”

Solo hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do, and the fate of this country is now in my hands." ”

Char asked with some curiosity, "Did something happen?" ”

It seemed that because of the delicious cocktail, Solo let down his guard against the tavern owner in front of him, and he sighed.

"It is estimated that the news will spread all over the imperial capital in the next two days."

"Is it news from the Western Empire to the Empire?" Char said.

What happened in Eagle Point Town has been spread throughout the imperial capital, but obviously, it has not caused any waves, first, the West Asian Empire has often fought with Britannia, and second, the distance is too far.

"More than that." Solo said with a gloomy face, "The West French Empire is also going to declare war on the Empire. ”