On the morning of the next day, the dark clouds still had not completely dispersed. This was actually to create a good environment for tourists to play on the beach. After all, the ultraviolet rays were too strong and could easily cause sunburn. The weather, which was neither sunny nor overcast, was just right.
When they got up in the morning, the children changed into their swimsuits and got ready to go to the beach. The adults also applied a thick layer of sunscreen and got ready to go to the beach to bask in the sun.
I was neither interested in swimming in the sea nor lying on a deck chair to sunbathe boredly, so I decided to go to Lucifer’s bar for a drink and find out what was going on with the miracle of his bar being on the verge of closing down less than half a month after it opened.
Forming.
Speaking of which, it is not easy for an archangel under one person to be able to work in a bar from one stall to another. Especially Hal and Schiller, who had helped Lucifer in the bar before, wanted to know how he did it.
Arrived.
That's right, Lucifer's bar in Beach City didn't survive more than three months. That's why Lucifer decided to open this bar in Gotham to only accommodate supernatural beings.
"I have further seen how chaotic and crazy human beings are." On the way to the bar, Lucifer shook his head and said, "I don't know where they come from so many quarrels, and I don't know where these drunkards come from.
Why was my first reaction after seeing the angel coming was to throw a wine bottle at me?"
"What else could it be for?" Hal sneered and said, "You said they were drunks. They would only think that they saw the angel because they drank too much. In this case, would you not throw it away?"
"What about the demons? Maizi has been here several times, and they even tried to pull her tail."
"The two things that humans are best at are paralyzing themselves and being motivated by sex." Schiller looked at Lucifer and said, "You have happened to me. Just accept your fate."
Lucifer let out a long sigh.
Soon they arrived at Lucifer's bar on the beach. The decoration was as good as ever and very tasteful. It blended Gotham's Gothic style and added some medieval voodoo elements, making it look dark and mysterious.
As soon as Hal sat down, he said: "I know you want us to praise your decoration level, but have you ever thought that any intelligent life likes to see novel styles that it has never seen before, and humans may be disapproving of you.
A fantasy style expresses wonder, and what is the difference between the devil coming here and going home?"
"Uh..." Lucifer was asked.
"If I were you, I would decorate in a modern minimalist style, at least in a modern style, because this is a style created by humans in modern times based on a huge industrial system. Although it is not unique in the universe, it is
It’s definitely different from heaven, hell and those magical worlds. Without sensory stimulation, who would buy such expensive wine from you?”
Hearing Hal mention the price, Schiller glanced at the menu. It was written in a language he couldn't understand, but after a few more glances, he could decipher the symbols representing numbers. Judging from the structure and length,
The price is definitely not low.
"This is my conscience price." Lucifer was immediately unhappy. He took the menu back from Schiller's hand, took a look at it and said: "There is no cheaper soul wine in the entire universe than mine."
of wine."
"How many drinks can they get drunk?"
"Well... this mainly depends on their own strength. The stronger they are, the less likely they are to get drunk. Someone at Azazel's level will probably get drunk after drinking seven or eight glasses of wine."
Hal covered his forehead and said: "The devil of hell got drunk after drinking seven or eight drinks. Are you selling alcohol or narcotics?"
"You mean I should add some water?"
"What I mean is that two drops of wine in your water is enough!" Hal rubbed his temples and said: "How many ordinary demons can reach Azazel's power level? You can adjust it according to this conversion ratio.
That’s fine, I finally know why you lose your pants every time.”
Lucifer muttered a few words, but did not refute. He shook his head and said, "What kind of wine is that? What's the difference between it and water?"
Schiller sighed and said: "So how many existences of Azazel's level are there? How much free time do you expect them to have to come to your place to drink every day?"
"Is every art inevitably like commercial compromise?" Lucifer said lying on the bar: "I really can't stand it. There are a group of drunk low-level demons in my bar every day. They will smash the place to pieces.
.”
"Then build a membership-only restaurant." Schiller said: "Take the high-end invitation-only route, develop more varieties of wine, sell them at higher prices, and make this place a place for upper-class angels and devils to socialize."
Only then did Lucifer react, looked at Schiller and said, "Why did you come up again? I thought you were being arrogant today."
"The response is too slow, and you seem not to be happy to see me."
"No angel or demon would want to see a warmonger who urges Satan to fight World War II every day." Lucifer wiped the wine glass in his hand and said: "I advise you to put down your dangerous thoughts quickly. If Michael discovers
Already..."
"If Michael finds out, I will say that you instigated it, Your Majesty Satan."
With a whooshing sound, the cup flew past Schiller's ear. He laughed deeply, took an empty cup from the side, shook it, and said: "The name Soul Special is too old-fashioned. I think it's better to call it Eden Special."
,how?"
“What does this have to do with the Garden of Eden?”
"Just say you brewed it with lake water from the Garden of Eden."
"Stop joking, Uriel will kill me."
Schiller looked helpless as to why you didn't understand. He sighed and said, "It's my fault that I've been dealing with smart people for a long time and forgot that you old-fashioned people can't understand a hint."
"I asked you to call the Garden of Eden special brew, but I didn't ask you to actually use the lake water of the Garden of Eden to brew it. If you don't use it, who can break into the Garden of Eden and get a bucket of lake water to expose you? Uriel will kill him then.
.”
"You're such a damn liar."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Otherwise, you can still call it Lucifer's special brew. If your blood is added to it, it would be better to call it Michael's special brew. Let's just say that during the Battle of Fallen Heaven, you and Michael fought for 300 rounds.
I received a drop of blood from his heart, and you are willing to share this honor with everyone."
Lucifer covered his face and said: "First of all, heaven and hell are fighting against each other. I am a general and not a forward. I only fought with Michael in the holy spring battle, and we even fought to a draw."
"Secondly, there were so many angels and demons watching at that time. The two of us separated after a few fights. How could I open his chest to get blood? And where did Michael get his heart? Angels are just one
It’s just a group show.”
"That's right. No one in this world except the archangel knows the physical structure of the archangel. You said that you pierced Michael's heart with the tip of your spear during the fight. No one can say that you didn't.
, because they can’t beat you anyway, so if you jump out to refute you, aren’t you looking for death?”
"But Michael will..."
"He will scold you for being shameless, saying that you are a liar who steals your reputation, hypocrisy, vanity, and unreasonable. But who are you? In addition to being the first light in the world, you are also Satan. Isn't scolding you like this equivalent to praising you?
?"
Logic formed a perfect closed loop. Lucifer rubbed his forehead vigorously and said, "I can't listen to you anymore."
"Because if you keep listening to it, you will be tempted, Satan."
Lucifer stretched out a hand and said: "Listen, Satan is the king of hell, but we also have a shame."
"Then what's the difference between you and an angel?"
"In fact, there is nothing like demons and angels..."
"Then why did you fight the Fallen Heaven War in the first place?"
"The main opposition in the Fallen War is God..."
"Then call it God's special brew!"
"God is my daddy!"
"But if he wins, you don't have to call him dad!"
"But I didn't win!"
"Then go and fight again!"
Lucifer's fist hardened.
Hal was so happy that he almost passed out. He looked at Lucifer and said: "From the day he gave you the store, you should have known that he had no good intentions."
In order to change the subject, Lucifer had to pour a glass of wine for Hal and Schiller, and then said: "About you being seasick..."
"I was just about to tell you this." Schiller turned to Lucifer and said, "How much do you know about the debt I borrowed back then?"
Lucifer rolled his eyes when he mentioned this. He said: "When you took my feather, I became your guarantor. As soon as you died, the account was all black. Do you know how hard I worked to get it?"
Can you take it out yourself?"
"Is this why I don't have any creditors coming to my door yet?"
"If you know this, please speak politely."
"I'm much more polite than arrogant."
Lucifer couldn't refute it. In terms of the sharpness of his words, greed was not one tenth as good as arrogance, but in terms of annoyingness, it couldn't be said to be completely different from the original Schiller. It could only be said to be in the same vein.
Schiller had actually known for a long time that he had borrowed so much debt back then. Even though his account was closed and reopened after his death, if there was someone who was deliberately looking for it, he should be able to find it. So far, he has not found any
When a creditor comes to your door, it means someone must have tampered with it.
Schiller guessed that this was also one of the original arrangements. He took Lucifer's feathers as a guarantee, and for his future peace, Lucifer would also wipe his butt.
Schiller took a sip of wine, smiled and said, "No matter how I say it, thank you anyway. Don't listen to Hal. That house is my thank you gift to you, and the bar's plan to make money is also."
"It's a waste of money, I don't need to make any money at all."
"Really?" Schiller shrugged and said, "Would you like to see who the landlord is of the house you are renting now?"
Lucifer was stunned for a moment, then he raised his voice and said: "Harley Quinzel? This house belongs to Harley Quinn, how could she..."
"She's not Harley Quinn yet, but she's my student." Schiller took another sip of wine and said, "And she's about to enter middle school. There's a lot of academic pressure in Gotham, and she always has to make up for classes. I'm afraid she will be in middle school soon.
Pay a large sum of tuition fees, and the rent..."
Lucifer Pain Mask, he sighed and said: "Well, your thank you gift is really unique."
"Thank you for the compliment." Schiller swung the glass and said, "I'm not kidding. If I were approached by all kinds of gods and ghosts when I first came here, I would really have a headache for a while..."
"What god and ghost can't think of looking for Batman and the Joker?" Lucifer lowered his voice and said to himself: "Then there will be no such gods and ghosts in the universe soon."
Schiller seemed helpless and leaned on the bar and said, "Are all you Gothamites like this? Will saying 'my pleasure' tire you to death? I'm starting to understand God a little bit."
Lucifer was stunned, and Schiller immediately went further and said: "I seem to have heard you say that I am your friend's tombstone."
Lucifer's fingers tightened instantly, and he said calmly: "When did I say that? Maybe you were hallucinating, I just..."
"You protected his tombstone very well."
Lucifer froze on the spot. After a while, he looked at Schiller, and then silently withdrew his gaze.