Chapter 3 Charlie (first update, please vote for me)
It is open in the basement of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
A small bar that can only accommodate twenty or thirty people.
As soon as Lumian walked in, he saw a man jumping on the small round table, holding a bottle of beer, and said to the four or five guests around him: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, listen to me! I said it the day before yesterday
Experienced an incredible thing!
By the light of a few gas lamps on the wall, Lumian discovered that the man was very young, in his twenties or early twenties, with short light brown hair and no beard. His face was particularly rosy, perhaps due to drinking.
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He was wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and strapless leather shoes. He was not short at over 1.7 meters tall, but his arms and legs were surprisingly short, and he looked about the same as someone who was less than 1.6 meters tall.
At this time, he waved his short arms and spat: "How incredible is it? I tell you, it changed my view on faith. As a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, I am ready to
I have converted to the Eternal Burning Sun! Listen, how miraculous this is, isn’t it?
"Can you imagine that I was hungry for five days? I lost my job and was fired by that bastard manager. I spent all my savings and still couldn't find a job." I was hungry for five days and only
Lying in bed, feeling very weak and almost dead. Do you know what it feels like when you are about to die? Oh, may God bless you never to know.
"What I was thinking was, I can't die like this. I came to Terre to make a fortune and I had to do something. Then I saw the portrait of Saint-Vieve on the wall." Yes, I crawled hard.
I got up, knelt on the ground, and prayed to Saint-Vieve for help. At that time, I was still a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, but what could a starving man do? And, no matter what, it wouldn’t happen.
Is there any harm!" After five minutes of praying, a friend of mine came to see me and discovered my difficult situation. He didn't have much money, but he reminded me that I had rented a kerosene lamp for night use, and the deposit was
35 kopecks, a total of 7 ricks!
"Oh God, I actually forgot about this. I quickly asked my friend to help me return the kerosene lamp. I used the refunded deposit to buy bread and half a liter of bad wine. The bread was cold and wet, and it spilled on the road.
The putty was the same on top, and the wine was a little sour and very watery, but it was the most delicious meal I have ever had. Ladies and gentlemen, I am alive again!" I also found a new job today.
, I will go to the nearest Saint-Vieve church to light a candle during my break tomorrow!
St. Veiver is a female angel mentioned in the holy book of the "Eternal Sun" church. She is the only one who is one of the patron angels of the city of Trier - one and the other two belong to "
"God of Steam and Machinery", a major figure in the history of the Church and Intis.
Lumian walked towards the bar while watching the young man's small blue eyes brighten with excitement.
The bartender was about thirty years old, with a dark brown beard around his mouth, but not too thick. His hair of the same color was tied into a ponytail in an artistic style.
Lumian sat on a high stool and asked with a smile: "Is he telling the truth?"
"Who knows?" The bartender shrugged, "You should have heard the proverb: It is better to believe in a Limu than to believe in a snake. Charlie is a Limu. Limu Province and Leiston Province both belong to the south, and their accents are similar.
, but closer to Lemberg, it is a mountainous province.
The bartender said with an obvious smile in his blue eyes: "Your feeling is correct. That proverb is longer than you think: It is better to believe in a Loen person than to believe in a Limu person. To believe in a Limu person,
Might as well trust a snake, but never the Islanders.
"If that was what he had really experienced, he must have had no idea that the picture in his room was not a portrait of Saint-Vieve at all.
"Whose is that?" Lumian asked funnyly.
The bartender tried hard to control his laughter: Charlie lived in room 504, and the previous tenant often went to Rampart Street in the Red Princess district. The sticker on the room was one of the most famous prostitutes in Trier in the past few years, Suzanne Marty.
"Think about it, think about it, Charlie thought he was praying to angels for help, but he was actually praying to a prostitute. He also thought that he had changed his luck, got rid of hunger, and got a new job. How ironic this is.
What a thing!
"Yes." Lumian agreed deeply.
This is a plot that he can't even make up. The reality is sometimes even more outrageous than the story.
He then added: "As long as it works."
The bartender didn't talk any further and asked, "What do you need?"
"A glass of fragrant absinthe." Lumian tapped the bar with his finger, indicating that he was thinking, "What do you have to eat here?"
"How about Divar broth? 3 Ricks for a tablespoon." The bartender suggested. 3 Ricks is 15 Cope, 15 Ferkin. Lumian showed great interest: "Divar
What is broth?”
The bartender explained casually: "It was invented by Duval, the owner of a restaurant. He boiled meat, sauerkraut, turnips, etc. together to make a thick soup, and finally sprinkled it with cheese and bread crumbs. Just one portion can make you full.
And it tasted pretty good, so Duval, now a rich man, moved to the Opera District.
The Candide Market District where Lumian is currently located, also called the Market District, is located on the south bank of the Serenzuo River, with a large number of slums, while the Opera House District is on the north bank of the Serenzuo River, close to the boulevard, one of the cores of the Republic.
district.
There are twenty districts within the city walls of Trier.
"Sounds like a good amount." Lumian smiled and nodded, "Then have one." Although he would be able to regain his physical condition by six o'clock in the morning and didn't have to worry about hunger, eating was one of the few things that made him feel...
One of the things that keeps me alive.
The bartender nodded and asked: "Xiao Muniyin or somersault?"
"What?" Lumian did not hide his confusion.
"This is a common slang term for beer in Trier bars, cafes, and beer. "Little Mino Yin" refers to a small portion of vermouth, "somersault" is a double portion, and "red tomato" is absinthe with pomegranate in it.
Juice, with mint is "parrot, there are many similar" friends, in Trier, you still have a lot to learn.
"Then Xiao Munayin." Lumian could feel that the bartender had hidden discrimination against foreigners, but he didn't care.
"Seven Ricks." The bartender opened the small goblet and quoted the price.
This is more expensive than the absinthe in the old tavern in the village of Cordu, but it's fair in a place with a market tax.
Not long after, there was a glass of light green absinthe with a psychedelic luster in front of Lumian. He picked it up and took a sip, feeling the refreshing and timeless bitterness spread out and penetrate into his brain.
While waiting for the waitress to bring Divar broth, Lumian looked around and found glass jars, hoses, valves, gears and other items piled on the side of the bar.
"What is this?" He looked at the bartender with questioning eyes.
The bartender wiped the cup and replied casually: "It was left by a previous tenant. He was a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery". He always felt that he had a talent for mechanics and saved a lot of similar things.
"Where is he now?" Although Lumian guessed that the ending would not be happy, he still asked quite cooperatively.
The bartender was silent for two seconds and said: Lumian did not ask any more questions. He looked sideways at the pile of semi-assembled parts. After thinking for a few seconds, he left the bar stool and squatted to the side of the bar to tinker with the pile of things.
The bartender glanced at him and didn't stop him. He just reminded him when the Divar broth was brought from the kitchen.
After being busy for a while, Lumian sat back on the high stool and tasted the thick soup with a spoon. The rich aroma of meat, the taste of cheese, the refreshingness of sauerkraut, and the sweetness of turnips all combined to create an unforgettable taste.
The taste is great, and the juicy buns are the most precious jewel in the crown of this food.
What Lumian didn't expect was that there were several pieces of meat in a 3-rich plate of thick soup, which could really satisfy an adult.
When the dinner plate was clean, Lumian took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth and squatted back to the pile of semi-assembled parts, continuing his work.
Ten minutes later, he placed a machine on the bar.
The top of this machine is a glass tank, and the bottom is a complex part connected to two rubber soft tents.
Lumian then asked for a glass of water and poured some of the remaining yinxiang wine into it, dyeing the transparent colorless liquid a pale green.
Finally, he inserted one of the rubber hoses into the cup. The bartender, who had a ponytail and had an artistic temperament, read it carefully and asked in confusion: "What day is this?"
"This is my invention." Lumian drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest, "I am also a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, and I have made many achievements in the field of machinery."
Then, he stretched out his left palm wearing a black glove and pointed at the machine: "It is an epoch-making machine, and its function is beyond your imagination!"
"What can it do?" Charlie, who seemed to be praying to a prostitute, walked to the bar with a beer bottle in hand, looking curious.
"It's called the Fool's Test. It can test a person's stupidity. Similarly, it can also test a person's intelligence.
"Really?" Charlie and the bartender had disbelief written on their faces.
Lumian explained in detail: "The method of use is very simple. Blow into this tube until the liquid in the cup rises into the glass jar and forms bubbles." By observing the bubbles, we can obtain the corresponding stupidity index.
Or the smartness index.
He immediately picked up the exposed rubber hose and started blowing air.
Through the linkage of gear valves and other parts, the pale green liquid in the cup was sucked into the machine and rose to the upper glass, forming a small bubble. "What kind of conclusion does this mean?" Charlie asked expectantly.
The corners of Lumian's mouth raised slightly, revealing a bright smile: "My friend, the principle of this machine is also simple: "When you believe my words and really use this machine to blow a bubble, it proves that you are
A stupid idiot.
Charlie's expression instantly froze, and his eyes became quite angry.