This is the real situation of the spirit tribe in the demon world. Zi Chen sat there drinking wine silently, watching and listening silently.
After the four people left, Zi Chen heard a lot of news one after another, and then he understood why the city was under martial law.
It turned out that just last night, an attack and killing occurred in the city. It was said that an Eldar attacked the Demonic Snake Guard, during which several were injured and one died.
This is obviously a shame for the Demon Snake Guard, so they have stepped up their vigilance today.
"If I dare to sneak attack the Demon Snake Guard, the lowest realm is the level of a demon spirit. If I have that strength, why should I be a spirit clan? I will just buy a piece of pure magic power and become a demon clan."
A drinker looked yearning and said: "A demon at the level of a demon? Even if his bloodline is not pure, he is still a guest of countless forces. No matter how bad he is, he can still drink wherever he goes, just like those guys.
Who dares to collect money?"
The previous few got a piece of magic power by chance, which changed their bloodline, and they achieved today's status.
"Another bottle of wine." Zi Chen called softly.
"coming."
There are eight tables in the store. The store owner is a middle-aged man, and the shopkeeper and waiter are all responsible for it.
A pot of wine was placed in front of Zi Chen. Zi Chen looked up at the middle-aged shopkeeper and thanked him.
The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and said: "There are not many polite young people like you nowadays."
Zi Chen also smiled slightly, "It's not easy to do business, right?"
The shopkeeper sighed and said, "It's quite difficult to do. Those who left before are no longer an exception."
The man pointed around, and suddenly there was a bit of pride on his face, "The largest number of people in my store was three clerks."
Zi Chen pointed to the empty seat next to him and said, "Have a drink?"
"What's the point in that?"
Although he said this, the shopkeeper had already sat down, and his eyes were already shining when he was looking at the wine.
He took a small bowl from next door and the shopkeeper smiled.
Zi Chen picked up the jug and prepared to pour wine.
"No, no, no need to bother our guests with such a trivial matter."
The shopkeeper quickly took the wine bottle, poured himself more than half a bowl, then picked up the wine bowl and took a delicious sip.
"Good wine, really good wine."
If you don’t praise your own wine, why should you wait for others to praise you?
Zi Chen still drank in small sips. To be honest, the taste of this wine was not very good, but because he was in another world, he could barely drink it.
"Young man just arrived in the Magic City?" the shopkeeper asked, putting down his wine bowl.
Zi Chen nodded and said, "I heard that the Demon Snake Guard is here. It seems like something big happened, so I came here to join in the fun."
"The excitement here is not easy to join in, and people might die." The shopkeeper lowered his voice and said: "And this time things are quite big. It is said that the top leaders of the Demon Snake Guard are here. It's easy to find that existence."
, if you can't find one, you may find a scapegoat. According to past experience, most of them are strangers who have come here for the first time."
Zi Chen smiled faintly and said: "I am of a low level, even if I am a scapegoat, I am not qualified to do so."
"You're pretty open-minded."
The shopkeeper poured himself another bowl of wine without leaving a trace. This was already the third bowl. He had no intention of being polite to Zi Chen, and he had no intention of giving up after seeing a good deal.
Just after Zi Chen ordered two more bottles of wine, the shopkeeper was in an even better mood and directly threatened the new drinkers that he would not do business today.
Zi Chen asked doubtfully: "Where will the profits come from if you don't do business?"
"As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are too little when you meet a close friend. If you are with the person you like, what does business mean?"
The shopkeeper said solemnly.
In fact, his real thought is that even if he continues to do business, he will not make much money today. If there are a few more like before, he will definitely lose money today. There is good wine and food here, even if he only drinks half of it, then enter
If you eat your own belly, you will make a profit.
This kind of wine is usually not easy to sell because it is expensive.
"Do those people come here often?" Zi Chen asked, naturally referring to the four people from before.
"Go to these shops all over the street one by one. If you come across one owned by the Demon Clan, just avoid it. You won't pay the bill at the Ling Clan's shop. Occasionally when you get tired of it, you will go to the next street to change your taste." The shopkeeper took advantage of his sorrow and drank again.
A bowl of wine.
"No one cares?" Zi Chen was still sipping.
"The Eldar are not as good as dogs here, so who cares?"
The shopkeeper sighed again, poured himself a full bottle of wine and said, "What if all the spirits here want to obtain pure demonic power and become demons?"
He glanced at his mouth and said: "Unfortunately, the wealth that many people accumulate throughout their lives cannot be exchanged for the power of a demon. Therefore, most people are bullied throughout their lives until they die."
The shopkeeper was filled with emotion. In fact, it was just emotion. He had seen too many such things and his heart had already calmed down.
Now that the guest wants to listen and has good wine to accompany him, he can naturally talk more and drink with some sad stories. In fact, it is quite good, at least it is interesting.
During this period, the shopkeeper got up and paid the bill twice. He would finish the wine in the bowl before leaving, leaving not a drop of wine left.
At the end, only Zi Chen was left at the table. He had already drank six bottles of wine. The shopkeeper had a surprisingly large capacity for wine, and he drank four bottles of wine by himself.
Looking at the shopkeeper who still had something to say, Zi Chen said, "Two more pots."
The shopkeeper is very happy, he made a lot of money today.
He quickly brought two bottles of good wine, opened them all, and took the initiative to pour a small bowl for Zi Chen.
Most of the time it was Zi Chen who listened. The shopkeeper talked about some of the tragic events of the Spirit Clan, and then sighed with emotion. Zi Chen didn't answer and listened silently.
After most of the last two bottles of wine were drunk by the shopkeeper alone, the wine bottle finally came to the bottom. Zi Chen asked: "Did those demons really never settle the bill before?"
The shopkeeper hummed: "It's true that there is no settlement, but they are nothing more than demons. They are pseudo-demons at best. Sometimes they are even more hateful than the real demons!"
Zi Chen stood up and said, "In that case, I will settle their accounts together."
"Really?" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up. He thought that drinking in vain was already a great good thing, but he never thought that there were even greater good things waiting for him.
He patted his cheek, as if he couldn't believe it, and stared at Zi Chen again and again.
Zi Chen nodded and said it was true, and the shopkeeper quickly thanked him excitedly.
"Do you think this is enough?"
Zi Chen took out something and put it on the table.
When he saw that thing, the shopkeeper's expression changed.
It was a force, a black force, extremely pure, surging with the aura of magic.
This is the pure magic power that the drinkers mentioned before, and it is also a power that many people find extremely difficult to obtain in their lifetime.
At this moment, Zi Chen actually took out one.
"What do you mean?" the shopkeeper asked. He, who was a little drunk before, seemed to have become sober. "You use such a valuable thing to pay for your drinks?"
"The ban here is not strict, and it probably won't last long."
Zi Chen put down the power, turned around and walked out of the tavern.