Unlike that time in the afternoon, the tavern now was bustling with people, and the noise inside could still be heard even from a long distance away.
But Art, who has been accustomed to the indifferent atmosphere of modern cities, does not hate this situation, but rather yearns for it.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the tavern, I could clearly see a white-haired man among the pile of red hair, who was hilarious like crazy. It was obviously Ravens. Looking at his appearance and the smell of alcohol,
Art doesn't want to get close for the time being.
In a dark corner around the tavern, Art discovered two more acquaintances.
"The smell of wine, the sound of joy, I want to join them, just like before~"
"Damn it, old man, don't move around. If you are discovered, it will be over!" The sloppy uncle grabbed the drunken old man by the collar, pulled him to the ground, and then dragged him back to the alley.
Since I can't have a pleasant chat with Ravens for a while, let's talk to these two.
With this in mind, Art followed the traces of the old man being dragged into the alley. After following the traces around the corner, he saw the two of them sitting under a tree, sighing and dazed.
"Hello." Art happened to be walking behind them and said hello coldly, but he still kept a small distance. After all, the stench on their bodies still hadn't dissipated.
"What is it! Who is there...ah, it's you, Art." Hearing Art's voice, the sloppy uncle was startled. He turned around suddenly and realized that there was a little boy following behind them.
"Ah, little Art, our savior!" The old man lying on the ground heard the sloppy uncle's words, turned over suddenly, and lay on the ground looking at Art...
It always feels a little weird.
"Since you're here, that's good." The sloppy uncle scratched his face, pointed to the back door of the pub, and said, "Sneak in while they are drinking, then open the door of the underground wine cellar, and then open the back door.
We will do the rest ourselves.”
"After that, when will you do my business?" Art did not immediately agree to these two drunkards. He always felt that these two guys might regret it at any time. After all, he is just a child now. Although he has studied for a while
Time is a self-defense technique, and the two in front of me are both drunkards, but if they want to fight, they really may not be able to do it.
"Tsk, soon, when we get the wine, you can go back to the wall and wait for us. Of course, you can also follow us." The sloppy uncle waved his hand in disgust, looking a little disdainful of Art's suspicion.
"Okay." Art can see that although these two people are already homeless and always do some sneaky things, they can still be trusted. Compared with some people who swear that they can do it, but the result is still
The guy who eats it inside and outside is dozens of times better.
"But by the way, what are your names?" Art, who was deeply touched by what just happened, asked curiously, feeling a little better about them from the bottom of his heart.
"Nam~Nam Xiuliki~" The old man lying on the ground raised his hands to the sky and said, "They used to call me, Hiccup, the cobbler's Xiuliki."
"Oh, how long ago was that? Since you pawned all the repair trucks, how long have we been suffering from the northwest wind?"
"What's wrong, you~ are you blaming me?" The old man seemed to cheer up a little and got up from the ground.
"How is that possible!" the sloppy uncle retorted fiercely and said: "If I had complained about you, would I have raised you till now? And you damn old guy still protested even if you said it was okay, and you didn't even get my job.
Well, I didn’t even scold you at that time, will I still do it now?”
"Uh, hey, thank you..." Old Man Naum grinned with rotten teeth and lay back on the ground.
"We are all family, there is no need for you to say thank you." The sloppy uncle responded casually and returned to Art's question.
"As you can see, I am the son of this old man, Nim Xiuliki. I originally had an older brother, but he died long ago." The sloppy uncle Nim waved his hand and said: "Our
You don't need to worry about the matter, we will wait for you at the back door, hurry up, it will be difficult if they take a break."
"Okay~" Art agreed after satisfying his curiosity.
Return to the tavern.
As soon as he stepped into the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit the door. Although Art didn't know how to drink before time travel, the wine now smelled of inferior quality, which he definitely didn't want.
I will drink it.
Among the airtight crowd, Ravens was still drunk and dancing an indescribable weird dance, and the poor guys around him who had their brains blinded by alcohol actually clapped and applauded for it, whether it was
In terms of performance, it still has a practical meaning. It looks like a cult scene.
The rugged boss lady is also sitting at a table not far away, drinking wine with several other women. However, compared to her figure that makes men feel ashamed, the other women look...
It's relatively ordinary, but even if it's ordinary, it still has a strong Western style.
When no one noticed him, Art secretly walked past the feet of several big men, smelled the stink of feet that almost made people faint, and smoothly slipped into the door behind the counter.
When you get here, you can see the back door. The two people should be waiting outside the door now.
On the side against the wall, there is a slanted sliding door that leads to the underground. As expected, there is a thick and large lock hanging on the sliding door.
This lock seemed to be made of a relatively pure iron, and what surprised Art was that the iron was actually pig iron.
"Obviously we have high technology like automatic dolls, but the iron-making technology is still very low." Art casually tugged on the big lock.
Of course, it is impossible to tear it off directly, but it is hard to say if you knock it with a stone a few times. But of course, this method will make a loud noise. And since there are tools that can be used to pick locks, why?
What if you don’t do this?
Soon after, Art had already taken out the metal wire, inserted it and fiddled with it very skillfully a few times. With a crisp and slight sound, the gray and pungent smell of the wine cellar hit his face.
Come on, this low-tech lock is unlocked, and all you need to do is open the back door and let the thief into the house.
The back door is relatively simple, it's just a valve, it only needs to be removed, and Art opened it quickly.
"Ah, the door is open, the door is open--!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
Old Man Nim shouted excitedly, and Uncle Nim slapped him in the mouth.
"I've opened the wine cellar door, get to work quickly." Art, like the boss of the two, pointed to the wine cellar behind him with his thumb.