Looking at the surrounding environment, listening to the singing of the age-like voices in my ears.

I secretly evaluated the first impression this tavern gave him.

He was quite satisfied, and today he just wanted to drink quietly for a while.

The style and atmosphere of the place are in line with his ideas.

That's it.

Thinking of it, he moved his somewhat tired steps to the bar.

He was in a bad mood today, so he planned to come out to have a few drinks.

Don't ask why, men, there are so few days every month.

There is a hanging lamp hanging on the bar, making it look brighter than anywhere else.

When the middle-aged man really walked into this tavern, he realized that there were not only few guests in this place, except for him, there were only two guests.

One is a sloppy uncle sitting in the left corner, and the other is a young man with glasses sitting in the hall.

Neither of them spoke, but just sat silently in their own seats and drank.

It's really a bit too quiet.

The middle-aged man looked around, found a seat and sat down. He took off his somewhat wet suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

"Are the boss here? A glass of beer?"

"Ah, here we come."

The lazy and powerless voice came from the background, and it sounded like I hadn't slept for a few days.

This kind of tone of entertaining people is not very good.

The middle-aged man raised his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

The curtain was lifted and a man in a shirt walked out from behind the bar.

It was a girl with short hair, with black broken hair with a neat feeling, and a black bow tie on the neckline of the white shirt.

Her skin was very fair, but under her sharp sword eyebrows were a pair of black eyes that were drooping, looking a little silent and lazy.

The face is very heroic and handsome, with a special charm, an indescribable neutral beauty.

A very beautiful heroic girl has almost no beauty that is not flawed except for her decadent temperament.

It's just that this beauty was destroyed by a scar on her hand.

The girl yawned and revealed a scar that streaked from the back of her left hand, destroying this beauty that should have been flawless, which is a pity.

The middle-aged man was stunned and stared at the scar on the girl's hand.

After a while, I realized that my behavior was inappropriate. I thought the scar was something that made her mind very much. It was really impolite to stare at it like this.

Is this the boss, but surprisingly young?

Well, compared to the older style of this place.

He looks like he is only a teenager or twenty years old, he is only about 1.7 meters tall and has a perfect figure.

A pair of spiritless dead fish eyes that are impressive.

The listless eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

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Chapter completed!