"Take off your hat, stroke your chest, and bow in front of the mirror in the third interview..."

　　 "Say [Long live France free] silently."

　　 "Read it three times."

　　 "Hang the removed hat on the second hook on the left side in front of the fourth interview mirror, go to the sofa, and ask the garment shop to provide myself with a glass of [pure drinking water, sea flavor]..."

　　 Yacharin tried to maintain dignity and dignity, while earnestly implementing those weird rules, while muttering quietly.

　　 "Damn it, isn't the person who designed this ritual not ashamed?"

　　Daniel stood aside holding Acharlie's woolen coat and replied softly, "Looking for the shame of a Frenchman? For the first time, I knew you were so naive."

　　Acharin rolled his eyes sharply: "You know, you are insulting France!"

"Let her condemn me." Seeing that Yacharin successfully hung his hat on the required hook, Daniel turned around and opened the sofa behind him, "Waiter, please pass my chief a glass of pure drinking water, Add a touch of sea breeze."

　　 As soon as the password came out, the beautiful waitress immediately put on a smile: "Gentlemen are not going to try coffee? Salt and pepper coffee, there is no other place."

"No need, beautiful lady." Acharin pointed at the orchid and sat on the sofa with demeanor. "I have swear to God that I will only taste brandy from the Cognac region in my life and will never give in to any temptation. "

　　 "Understood." The waitress bowed deeply to Yacharin, opened the sixth interview mirror, revealing the entrance of the basement, "The steps are a bit slippery, sir, please pay attention to your feet, and be careful not to fall."

　　 "I will pay attention."

　　……

　　 Five gold pounds can buy a complete set of secondary intelligence, up to ten or twenty pieces. Bach used his extraordinary memory to memorize to Catalina one by one, until the sixteenth, the tavern doorbell rang again.

Two weird guests came in outside the door, the one holding the door dressed as if going to a banquet, and the one who walked in by himself was wearing exaggerated costumes, far away, Bach could smell the thick empress Cavity taste.

　　 The sissy covered her nose with her handkerchief, frowned disgustingly, avoiding the alcoholic customers, and walked to the vacant booth in the middle of the tavern.

　　 The one who went to the banquet passed him three or two steps, pulled the chair away, took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped off the dust on the surface of the chair.

　　 Sissy is willing to sit down now.

　　 Waiting for the sissy to sit down, beckoned to the banquet party, whispering a few words softly.

　　 The person who went to the banquet straightened up and ordered at Bach’s dignity: "A glass of brandy with ice, preferably from the Cognac region. If not, the Yamanek region can also serve it."

　　 Bach was stunned for a while.

He knew that in the Cognac area, after all, there was this sentence in the incision to enter the tavern, but he never knew that wine was actually produced there... As for the Amanek area, I am sorry, he wasted 36 years, and it is only today. Once I heard...

　　 He couldn't help but turn his eyes for help on the most knowledgeable old friend Katerina in his mind.

　　 Katerina told him in a low voice: "Cognac is the best brandy land in the world, and it is the same in France and the Armaniec region."

　　 "But I only have rum here, from New Orleans, from Mexico, and from Da Antilles."

　　 "You can tell him directly." Katerina shrugged, "I told you before that the ritual of entering the tavern should be revised. After such a conversation, every guest who comes here will think that you are offering brandy."

　　 "But I run an information trading station in the underground world, not a real pub!" Bach hammered down the bar in annoyance, "Sophia, go and introduce the new guests..."

　　 "You better not trouble Sophia."

　　Bach was interrupted by Katerina before he finished speaking.

　　 She leaned against the bar, suppressing her voice, covering her face: "Look at the clothes of those two people."

　　 "Wearing...singers? And banquets?"

　　 "You should learn more about the common sense of the nobles, lest you die unclearly one day!"

　　 "You said...dead?"

　　 Katerina took a deep breath: "Do you know who they are?"

　　 Bach shook his head blankly.

"That sissy in costumes in your mouth... He is not wearing costumes, but the most popular dress among the upper-class French aristocrats. This kind of dress belongs to the retro style. Because of the cumbersome maintenance, it is no longer available in most countries. No matter how popular it is, only the small circles of France, Spain, and Holy Rome still love it. They call it the tradition and glory of the mainland aristocracy."

　　 "Mainland aristocrat?" Bach stared at his one-eyed in horror, "You mean, that empress...No, the noble person is a French aristocrat? Not an ordinary aristocrat?"

Catalina nodded solemnly: "As you guessed, he should be the real French nobleman. Did you see the entourage next to him? Every move reveals the aristocratic temperament, and only the noble French nobleman in this world can let The young children of ordinary noble families became entourage and willingly."

　　 "Then... what should I do?"

　　 "Don't let Sophia entertain them. Sophia is rough, and if she accidentally angers the nobles, she may be angry and injured, or even die."

　　 Bach was frightened by Katerina's expression.

　　 "But... but I don't know how to entertain a real nobleman, what should I do..."

"You!" Katerina shook her head helplessly, and stood up with a scream, "Aren't you good at fancy bartending? The iceberg flames, go to show them, delay time. Sophia also has a clean waiter. Right? I'll come in a while."

　　 A moment later, Catalina changed into a standard French black and white maid outfit and walked out of the bar with a glass of clear lime rum.

　　Poor Bach is working hard to perform the iceberg flames for Acharin.

This is a technology that mixes rum, sugarcane juice and high-concentration distilled spirits. It requires special mixing techniques to layer the two kinds of spirits and sugarcane juice and pour them into a wine glass with ice cubes. Ignite the spirits of the upper layer.

　　 Once successful, the blue flame will float on the ice cubes, evaporate the spirits, and at the same time burn a part of the sugarcane juice, condensing fresh caramel floating in the liquor, the entrance is sweet, and the stamina is long.

　　 This is Bach’s housekeeping craft, and it is also his only skillful bartending technique as a bartender.

　　 Seeing the wine glass lit up, Catalina stepped up at the right time, gently lowered the tray, and bowed deeply to Yacharin.

"Dear Sir, in order to enable our guests to enjoy the highest quality French brandy, we have very high requirements on the quality of wine, so that the stock is scarce. You came by accident, the brandy in the wine cellar was sold out three days ago, next It will take two months for the batch to arrive, so..."

　　Acharin raised his chin proudly: "So, I did a performance outside like a fool, but I couldn't drink the taste of my hometown?"

"Extremely sorry, in order to make up for your loss, Mr. Bach has prepared the best rums in the New World, the iceberg flames and the first sun in the blue sky. Please trust us. Although the brewing technology of the New World is not as fragrant and fragrant as France, it has a special flavor. I will never disappoint you."

"real?"

　　 "You can taste it yourself, or let your servant do the evaluation. We believe in the taste of the two gentlemen, and sincerely hope to get your affirmation."

At the end of the 　　 play, Bach has completely stepped into the script prepared by the Jackdaw.

Acharin noticed this and began to consciously control her edge, just like Catalina succeeded in winning his appreciation with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude. By the way, he also freed poor Bach from that inexplicable sense of crisis. come out.

　　 It's really not a human job to serve aristocrats...

　　 Bach sighed deep in his heart, and suddenly heard the condescending voice of Acharin.

"A friend told me that this is the best tavern in New Orleans." Yacharin played with the burning cup with his gloved hand with interest. "You not only sell alcohol, but you seem to sell some other things. "

　　Bach's eyes lit up suddenly: "What do you want to buy?"

"Life."

　　 "Are you offering a reward? Who is the target?"

　　 "Bernardo de Galves, he recently lived in the manor of the beautiful Mrs. Kent. He heard that he would often go to the northern suburbs to play. What a disgusting guy."

　　 "Bernardo de Galves..." Bach chewed on the name, cold sweat gradually covering his forehead. He screamed in despair, "You... do you want to offer a reward to the Earl of Galves? The Governor of New France, Louisiana, the Earl of Galves?"

　　 "What's wrong? Is this tavern still Galvez's property?"

　　 Bach was keenly aware of the dissatisfaction in Acharin's tone, and then he reacted again. The person in front of him was a French nobleman who was more noble than the Earl of Galvez.

　　 The reason why a French nobleman wanted to assassinate the kingdom’s important town in the New World by offering a reward... is obvious!

He swallowed a spit: "Sir, we take all the orders. It's just that Earl Galves has a special guard to protect him. Recently, a large number of good players have been conscripted on the front line by him~lightnovelpub.net~ The people left behind, I I'm afraid I won't be able to break through the guards."

"I'll take care of the guard." Yacharin stood up with a sneer, took off his gloves slowly and threw it into the burning cup. "In three days, he will be separated from the guard on the way to Kent Manor. You just need to catch If you live in the opportunity, you can get rich remuneration."

"real?"

　　Acharin did not answer Bach’s question.

　　 He covered his nose and waved his hand, and said disgustedly: "The air here is too bad, Pierre, let's go."

"Yes, sir."

　　Daniel lifted his small suitcase and put it on the table, turned around, and guided Acharin out of the tavern, where he disappeared.

　　 Bach stared at the suitcase and the silk gloves blackened by the blue flames, opened the box stupidly, and saw a box full of Golden Louis.

　　 "Red hair, how many gold coins do you think are in the box?"

　　 "Who knows? The deposit of Earl Galves ranges from two hundred pounds to five hundred pounds."

　　 "A reward worth one thousand to three thousand pounds..." Bach took a deep breath, "Are you interested in your new captain?"

　　 "You don't even know the name of that noble man, Bach."

"Even if you ask, it's a pseudonym." Bach closed the box. "This kind of nobleman cherishes his reputation and will not lose his promise for a mere thousands of pounds, so this order is very reliable. I hope you will take the order. We can do it again. Eight points."

　　 "You have been tempted by the devil." Katerina shook her head firmly, "Don't try to get us, Bach. We are serious smugglers and have no interest in such unsecured life money."

　　 "That's a shame... If you don't go, I might have to organize a lot of people."