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The ninth floor of the Nazarek underground grave, there are various rooms on this floor. In addition to the rooms of the guild members and the NPC rooms, there are also large bathhouses, restaurants and other facilities, as well as rooms such as beauty salons, clothing stores, grocery stores, skin care stores, and nail salons. The types can be said to be diverse. , Everything.

Building these facilities that have absolutely no meaning in the game should be because there are many people who are quite particular about this part, or they have an impression of a perfect city for the Nazarek underground grave. Or maybe it's because the working environment in the real world is too bad, and the yearning for life may be due to it.

And in one of these rooms.

The manager of this room is the deputy head chef of Nazarek’s underground grave. Usually, he will show cooking in the restaurant, but on certain days and times, he will come to this room to prepare meals, so that people can always Come and enjoy.

This room is designed with a small bar with few regular guests, and the interior is covered with a soft light.

There is a shelf and counter for wine and eight chairs. Although the decoration is so simple, he is quite certain that "this is a room that is quiet enough for wine tasting." He felt that the space given was like his own castle, and he felt quite fulfilled and satisfied.

However, only a few minutes after welcoming the first visitor, he realized that his feeling was also related to the demeanor of the visitor.

Grumbling, ahhhhhhh—

If described by voice, the guest drank the wine in one go.

While wiping his glass, he thought absently: If he wants to drink like that, there should be a more suitable place than here.

In fact, on this ninth floor, there are various facilities such as a saloon and a pub. It should not be necessary to drink in this bar.

With a knock, the bartender—a beer mug by size—kicked at the counter. The deputy head chef desperately managed to hold back his anger.

"Another drink!"

In response to the request, the deputy head chef poured drinks into the glass. After pouring the water of rectified vodka life, pour the blue No. 1 pigment.

Then, gently hand out the prepared wine.

"This cup is called "Lady's Tears.""

After taking a name and telling the woman with a suspicious look in front of her, she didn't seem to see the woman in the bartending process, and her expression immediately became grateful.

"Oh, the diffused blue color means tears, right?"

"Yes, you are right."

He lied so innocently.

After grabbing the glass, the woman drank it immediately, as if she was drinking coffee and milk in one breath after taking a shower in the bathhouse.

Like La Cai, she put the drained glass on the counter and put it hard.

"Huh, a little drunk."

"You drink too fast, which is inevitable. How about you go back and rest today?"

"...No, I don't want to go back."

"This..."

The deputy chef picked up the cup again and wiped it, tired of the gaze cast by the woman.

If you want to say something, just say it. This is how women are troubled. The guests suitable for this shop are elegant gentlemen, not troublesome women. Can't you ban women from going in and out...should not. This is too disrespectful to the supreme supreme people, but I really screwed up.

The person who invited the woman to come here was either someone else or himself. When he met the woman on the ninth floor, he felt that her back looked lonely, and he talked to her worriedly, and it turned out to be the end. I really regret it. But since she was allowed to come in as a guest, she must respond appropriately as the owner of the bar.

Even if I have given out a casual drink to entertain her, I have to deal with it!

He was ready to ask questions.

"What's wrong, Lord Shatia?"

At this moment, the woman, Shatia, opened her mouth and looked like she had waited for this sentence for a long time, but this speculation should not be a complete guess.

"Sorry, I don't want to say."

What a joke-his face wrinkled. However, Shatia couldn't understand the changes in the face of the mushroom creatures, and didn't say anything in particular, just playing with the glasses on the counter with her fingers.

"Slightly drunk."

"……is it."

"……how could it be possible."

Although Shatia seemed to feel that she was drunk, he was quite sure that he could say nothing about it.

The effects of drunkenness and poisoning are the same type, so people who are completely resistant to poisoning will not be drunk. Of course, the undead Shatia is not afraid of poisoning at all, so it is impossible to get drunk. Basically, people who come to his shop will unload poisonous and invalid props, or simply know that he will not get drunk and simply come to enjoy the atmosphere.

However, it is also true that Shatia thought she was drunk. She was drunk because of the atmosphere.

Just as the deputy head chef was thinking about how to be good, a gospel could be said that could help me. After turning his head to look around, he bowed his head slightly to salute.

"welcome."

"Hi, Peach."

Because his appearance is similar to a kind of shiitake mushroom, he was given the nickname. After calling the nickname, one of the regulars came into the store-Acreia, a housekeeper assistant, and a maid who held Acreia around her waist.

As usual, Acreia was gently placed on the chair, because Acreia, who was only about 100 centimeters tall, had difficulty sitting on the counter long chair alone.

Peach was puzzled by the two sitting next door, but didn't greet each other, and then turned to look at Xia Tiya, and found that she was looking down, as if whispering something. Can be heard faintly, she seems to be saying something about the supreme sin, and vaguely mixed with the name he has never heard, the sound seems to be-Ma Yuan?

Acreia pretended to order him a glass of wine.

"Give me that."

"understood."

Speaking of that, there is only one item in his mind.

That is a ten-color cocktail using ten kinds of liqueurs-Nazarek.

The appearance of that kind of wine is very beautiful, and its taste makes people satisfied with just one drink. Regular customers have a high opinion of this glass of wine and think it is in line with the name of Nazarek, but this is definitely not a wine that I would like to recommend to others.

In order to bring out the good taste, he kept trying and trying again, but he didn't know when it would be finished.

He made ten-colored cocktails with skillful movements and placed them in front of Acreia.

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