Until many years later, "The Story of Trish and the Dragonfly" is still the repertoire of Roland Garr's bar. And as time goes by, Trish's series of stories continue to derive many new versions and plots, and Green Eyes
The girl also became the most famous bartender in the Kingdom of Erathia and even the continent of Antagrich.
However, at this moment, Trish himself couldn't help laughing, and at the same time stuck out his tongue and made faces at Moriarty in an extremely embarrassed manner. The girl's cute laughter immediately attracted the attention of many drinkers.
Attention. Suddenly, everyone else in the bar was surprised to find that Mrs. Pugliese's face also had a smile as moving as the blooming water lily, and that smile was no longer just polite, but truly full of happiness and joy.
joy.
"Oh, what kind of joke did that guy say? He actually made the lady laugh!"
“Oh my gosh, this is the first time I’ve seen someone challenge ‘Yuhui’ successfully.”
"Did I drink too much, or was Letes too fierce today? Could it be that my eyesight is blurry? Can anyone tell me."
As if seeing a miracle, the whole bar suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then suddenly erupted into a noise that was enough to knock off the roof.
"Mrs. Pugliese, can I sit down?" Moriarty, still with a faint smile, bowed slightly to the red-haired lady, as if thanking her for her smile.
"Of course, Sir, your jokes are really funny, and they are very suitable for Roland Bar." The corners of Pugliese's mouth were still slightly raised, and she also glanced at Trish on the other side. The green-eyed girl immediately turned red.
He got angry and ran away in a hurry.
"Thank you." Moriarty nodded, took a step forward, and sat on the "precious" high stool.
"Look, that person really sat on it."
"Yes, Mrs. Pugliese actually allowed it.
"Oh, I want to hear that joke, I can't wait."
"Ask Trish, she was right next to me just now."
Seeing that Moriarty had actually succeeded in sitting down in front of Pagliese, the "storm" in the bar further escalated. All the drinkers were eagerly discussing what kind of joke could impress the beautiful and noble bar owner.
.However, everyone who tried to learn the truth from Trish was immediately resolutely rejected and ruthlessly attacked by the green-eyed girl, which also made everyone in the Roland Bar even more confused and gossiping.
Mrs. Pagliese glanced at Moriarty who was sitting down, and without saying anything, she reached out and took down two unlabeled wine bottles from the wine rack on the side. At the same time, she put several empty wine glasses and a small silver
The stick was placed on the bar and the "Afterglow" was started.
Completely different from the red-haired singer's state when singing, when she was a bartender, Pagliese's body completely lost the sentimentality and sadness from the soul, but was filled with a kind of competence, self,
Heroic and unique style.
At this moment, Pagliese's long red hair was like ocean waves, constantly swaying and undulating with every bartending movement, like a flame, and like a flag.
There are no fancy or so-called difficult moves like ordinary bartenders. They just mix two unknown liquors together, and then quickly stir them with a silver stick. The two glasses have a deep golden-red "afterglow" like the sunset.
"The preparation is completed.
Then, Paris pushed one of the glasses in front of Moriarty and picked up the other one.
"I wish the future Grand Arcanist a safe journey." The red-haired lady clinked glasses with Moriarty and drank first.
"May your singing voice always be so charming, and may your wine always be so fragrant." Moriarty smiled slightly and put the wine into his throat.
I don't know whether the taste of "afterglow" is like this originally, or whether the red-haired lady injected some special emotion into the golden-red wine. When the wine with a spicy taste like a sword cuts through the throat, it rushes through the throat like a knight's charge.
When he finally entered his stomach, what Moriarty felt was not the explosive heat and burning he expected, but instead a faint sadness and the indescribable sorrow before farewell.
Moriarty closed his eyes, letting the "afterglow" continue to transpire, swirl, and dissipate in his body. After an unknown amount of time, Moriarty slowly opened his eyes, stood up, looked at Pagliese, and at the same time put his hands in his hands.
The wine glass hit the ground hard.
"Snapped."
In a crisp crackling sound, the wine glass turned into thousands of fragments and scattered all over the ground, as if a knight who died in battle was shattered into pieces and his limbs were scattered everywhere.
"what happened?"
Although Trish had been running away from just now because of embarrassment, her eyes had never strayed away from the central bar. When she suddenly saw Moriarty smashing the wine glass, the green-eyed girl was shocked. What was the reason?
Moriarty, who has always been gentle and gentle and never seems to get angry, throws a glass?
And when Trish and everyone else in the bar looked over in surprise, the red-haired lady suddenly showed a sincere smile that almost never bloomed in Roland's bar, and then she also smiled while everyone was stunned.
The wine glass fell to the ground.
"Your wine is very special. Is 'afterglow' really just afterglow?" Moriarty looked at Pagliese a few feet away, eye to eye, and asked.
"No, of course not." Pugliese also looked back at Moriarty, smiling, as if looking at an old friend.
"Can I try the other half?" Moriarty asked a strange question, which seemed to make people confused.
"Unfortunately, it's not the right time yet." The red-haired lady slowly put away her smile and shook her head, with a look of regret on her beautiful face.
"It is indeed a pity, such a great wine. I hope one day, I can have the opportunity to drink it." Moriarty sighed and sat back on the stool.
"I also hope that one day." Pugliese nodded, but she had already returned to the perfect bar owner she was before.
"Well, drinking the afterglow is already a very exciting thing. I shouldn't be so greedy." Moriarty looked at the fragments of the wine glass on the ground and smiled apologetically at Pagliese.
"I also have a share." The red-haired lady waved her hand lightly: "The afterglow has passed. Then let's talk about business."
"Yes, it's time for business." Moriarty nodded.
Just like that, when the two wine glasses turned into wreckage on the ground, Moriarty and Pagliese were like a pair of old friends, facing each other across the bar, refilling the glasses and whispering.
The surrounding drinkers, including Trish, didn't understand what was going on. Is "Afterglow" really a drink that can make people crazy?
The passage of time seemed to have stopped between the light and darkness of the candlelight in the bar. One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed... The so-called business should have ended long ago, but Moriarty and Pug
Liz was still sitting facing each other, drinking glass after glass of unnamed wine, occasionally speaking a few words, but mostly there was a tacit silence between them.
At about half past eight, Thomson arrived at the Roland Bar. Like everyone else, the clerk from the Land of White Clouds was stunned when he first saw Moriarty sitting opposite the red-haired lady.
"Okay, it's time for me to go. It's time for another date." Moriarty also saw Thomson standing at the door, so he smiled at Pugliese, drank the remaining wine in the glass, and then
Stand up.
"Well, goodbye, Moriarty." The red-haired lady's cheeks were slightly red, and her black eyes were slightly misty, like dusty obsidian.
"Thank you for the afterglow, I will miss it." Moriarty took out a small black velvet bag from his arms and handed it to Pagliese: "A little parting gift, I hope you like it."
"Thank you. I'm looking forward to the day when I can treat you to another drink." Looking at the small bag, Pagliese smiled sincerely at Moriarty, then took the bag in her hand, then turned around and disappeared into the small bag behind her.
inside the door.
"Let's go, White. After standing for so long, it's time to move around." Moriarty watched the fiery red hair disappear, left his seat, patted White on the shoulder, and walked towards Thomson at the door.
go.
"Finally we can get down to business." White smiled, indicating that he didn't have to worry about standing there with his attendant for so long, and followed Moriarty toward the revolving door.
"Hey, Trish, thank you for your hospitality. Goodbye." When he walked to the middle of the bar, Moriarty didn't forget to say hello and farewell to the green-eyed girl. However, the response he got was a grimace from the girl and a look of haste.
Funny gesture like a duck.
"Haha." Moriarty and White laughed at the same time, feeling that this green-eyed girl was really playful and interesting.
"Mr. Thomson, it's nice to see you again. Now, can we go 'shopping'?" Moriarty walked up to Thomson and said calmly, not at all like a man who had been drinking for a long time.
"I'm very happy too, distinguished sir. If possible, we will set off immediately." Thomson replied more respectfully, obviously shocked by the previous scene of Moriarty and Pugliese having a drink.
"Then, there's no need to waste any more time, let's go."
After saying that, Moriarty, White and Thomson filed through the revolving door, walked out of Roland's Bar, and disappeared into the dense night of White's Fortress.
