It was open in the basement of the Golden Rooster Inn.
A small bar that can only accommodate twenty or thirty people.
As soon as Lumian walked in, he saw a man jumping onto a small round table, holding a beer, and said to the four or five guests around him: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, listen to me! I experienced an incredible thing the day before yesterday!
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In the light of several gas lamps on the wall, Lumian found that the man was very young, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with short light brown hair and no beard. His face was particularly rosy, perhaps because of the alcohol.
He was wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and non-lace-up leather shoes. He was not short, just over 1.7 meters tall, but his arms and legs were surprisingly short, making him look like he was less than 1.6 meters tall.
At this time, he waved his short arms and spoke with spit flying:
"How incredible is it? I tell you, it changed my view of faith. As a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, I am ready to convert to the Eternal Blazing Sun! Listen, how amazing is this? Isn't it
"Can you imagine that I was hungry for five days? I was unemployed, fired by that asshole manager, and I didn't find a job until I ran out of money." I was hungry for five days, lying in bed, very weak, and almost died. Do you know how it feels to be dying? Oh, God bless you never know.
"What I was thinking was, I can't die like this, I came to Tel to make a fortune, I have to do something, and then I saw the portrait of Saint Vieve on the wall." Yes, I struggled to get up, knelt on the ground, and prayed to Saint Vieve for help. At that time, I was still a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery", but what could a starving person not do? And, anyway, this wouldn't do any harm! "Just five minutes after I finished praying, a friend of mine came to visit me and found out about my difficult situation. He didn't have much money, but he reminded me that I had rented a kerosene lamp for night use before, and the deposit was 35 copeks, a full 7 ricks!
"Oh my God, I actually forgot about this. I quickly asked my friend to help me return the kerosene lamp, and used the refunded deposit to buy bread and half a liter of bad wine. The bread was cold and wet, as if putty had been spilled on it on the road. The wine was a little sour and very light, but it was the most delicious meal I have ever eaten. Ladies and gentlemen, I am alive again!
"I found a new job today, and I'm going to light a candle at the nearest St. Vieux Church tomorrow on my day off!
Saint Vievre is a female angel mentioned in the holy scriptures of the Church of the Eternal Sun, the only one of her kind, and one of the patron angels of the city of Trier - the other two belong to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and are great figures in the history of Intis.
Lumian walked towards the bar while watching the young man's small blue eyes light up with excitement.
The bartender was about thirty years old, with a dark brown beard around his mouth, but it was not thick, and his hair of the same color was tied into a ponytail in an artistic manner.
Lumian sat on a high stool and asked with a smile:
"Is he telling the truth?"
"Who knows?" The bartender shrugged. "You must have heard the proverb: It's better to trust a Lim than a snake. Charlie is a Lim. Lim and Leiston are both in the south, with similar accents, but Lim is closer to Renburg and is a mountainous province.
The bartender said with a smile in his blue eyes:
"You're right, that proverb is longer than you think:
It is better to trust a Lim than a Loen person, and it is better to trust a Lim than a
Snakes, but never trust the Islemen.
“If that was what he actually experienced, then he certainly didn’t know that the picture in his room was not of Saint Vieve at all.
“Whose is that?” Lumian asked with amusement.
The bartender tried to control his laughter:
Charlie lived in room 504. The previous tenant often went to the Wall Street in the Red Princess District. There was a picture of Susanna Mathis, one of the most famous prostitutes in Trier in the past few years, posted in the room. "Think about it, think about it, Charlie thought he was praying to an angel for help, but he was actually praying to a prostitute. He also felt that he had changed his luck, got rid of hunger, and got a new job. What a irony!
“Yes,” Lumian agreed.
This is a plot that he couldn't even make up. Sometimes reality is even more outrageous than stories.
He then added:
"As long as it's useful."
The bartender didn't talk any more and asked:
"what do you need?"
“A glass of absinthe.” Lumian tapped the bar with his fingers to indicate that he was thinking. “What do you have to eat here?”
"How about Duval broth? Three ricks for a tablespoon." The bartender suggested. Three ricks is 15 kopecks, 0.15 ferg. Lumian showed an interested attitude:
“What is Duval bouillon?”
The bartender casually explained:
"It was invented by a restaurant owner named Duval. He cooked meat, sauerkraut, turnips, etc. together into a thick soup, and finally sprinkled cheese and breadcrumbs. Just one portion can fill you up, and it tastes pretty good. So, Duval is now a rich man and moved to the opera district.
The Candide Market District, also known as the Market District, where Lumian is currently located, is located on the south bank of the Serenzo River and has a large number of slums. The Opera District is on the north bank of the Serenzo River, close to the Boulevard District, one of the core areas of the Republic.
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There are twenty districts within the walls of Trier.
“Sounds like a good portion,” Lumian smiled and nodded, “Then have one.” Although by six in the morning he would be back in shape and wouldn’t have to worry about hunger, eating was one of the few things that made him feel alive.
The bartender nodded and asked:
"Little Mummy or Somersault?"
“What?” Lumian did not hide his confusion.
"This is the common jargon in Trier's bars, cafes and beers. 'Little Mummy' refers to a small portion of absinthe, 'Somersault' is a double shot, 'Red Tomato' is absinthe with pomegranate juice, 'Parrot' with mint, and there are many similar terms. "Friends, in Trier, you still have a lot to learn.
"Then the little mummy." Lumian could sense that the bartender had hidden discrimination against outsiders, but he didn't care.
"Seven ricks," the bartender quoted the price as he flipped open the small goblet.
This is more expensive than the absinthe in the old tavern in Cordu, but it is reasonable in a place where there is a market tax.
Not long after, a glass of light green absinthe with a psychedelic glow appeared in front of Lumian. He picked it up and took a sip, feeling the light but lasting bitterness in the refreshing taste spread and penetrate into his brain.
While waiting for the waitress to bring the Duval broth, Lumian looked around and found that the side of the bar was piled with glass jars, hoses, valves, gears and other items.
"What is this?" He looked at the bartender with a questioning look.
The bartender answered casually while wiping the glass:
"This was left behind by a previous tenant who was a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery". He always felt that he had a talent for mechanics and had collected a lot of similar things.
"Where is he now?" Although Lumian guessed that the ending would not be happy, he still asked cooperatively.
The bartender was silent for two seconds and said:
Lumian didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head to look at the pile of half-assembled parts. After thinking for a few seconds, he left the high stool and squatted on the side of the bar to tinker with the pile of things.
The bartender glanced at him but didn't stop him, only giving him a reminder when the Duval broth was brought over from the kitchen.
After a while of busy work, Lumian sat back on the high stool and tasted the thick soup with a spoon. The rich aroma of meat, the taste of cheese, the freshness of sauerkraut, and the sweetness of turnips combined to form an unforgettable and wonderful taste, and the bread eyebrows soaked with juice were the most precious jewel in the crown of this food.
What Lumian didn't expect was that there were several pieces of meat in a plate of 3 ricks of thick soup, which could really fill an adult.
When the plate was clean, Lumian took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and squatted back beside the pile of half-assembled parts to continue his work.
Ten minutes later, he placed a machine on the bar.
The machine has a glass tank on top and complex parts at the bottom, connected by two rubber hoses.
Lumian then asked for a glass of water and poured some of the remaining Yinxiang wine into it, turning the transparent colorless liquid into light green.
Finally, he inserted one of the rubber hoses into the cup. The bartender, who had a ponytail and an artistic temperament, watched it carefully and asked in confusion:
"What's this day
“This is my invention.” Lumian drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest. “I am also a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, and I have made many achievements in the field of machinery.”
Then, he stretched out his left hand wearing a black glove and pointed at the machine: "It is a groundbreaking machine. Its function is beyond your imagination!"
"What can it do?" Charlie, who seemed to be praying to a prostitute, walked to the bar with a beer bottle, looking curious.
"It's called the Fool Tester, and it can test a person's stupidity, and similarly, it can also test their intelligence.
"Really?" Charlie and the bartender's faces were full of disbelief.
Lumian explained in detail:
"Its usage is very simple. Blow air into the tube until the liquid in the cup rises into the glass jar and forms bubbles." By observing the bubbles, we can get the corresponding stupidity index or cleverness index.
He immediately picked up the exposed rubber hose and began to blow air into it.
After the linkage of gears, valves and other parts, the light green liquid in the cup was sucked into the machine, rose to the glass above, and formed a small bubble. "What kind of conclusion does this represent?" Charlie asked expectantly.
Lumian raised the corners of his mouth a little, revealing a brilliant smile: "My friend, the principle of this machine is just as simple: "When you believe my words and really use this machine to blow a bubble, it proves that you are a stupid idiot.
Charlie's expression froze instantly, and his eyes became quite angry.
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The bartender next to him laughed out loud.