"Boss, serve the wine!"
Tonysfu slapped the table hard and shouted, "If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home!"
"If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"
It was night, and Allen was in a bar called "Saber" on Gold Wing Avenue in Babylon. This is a name full of military style, one is because the bar is famous for the spirits it sells, and the other is that it was opened by a retired brigadier general, and it is often a gathering place for federal soldiers. The decoration of the Saber Bar is simple, but every corner and every decoration continues the clean and neat military style.
This is a world of men and spirits. When Allen asked Tonisf to bring him to this bar, he was quite surprised. After all, Tonisov's style seemed out of tune with the bar.
"Alan, I'm so happy." The second lieutenant's voice interrupted Allen's interest in observing the bar. At some point, Tonisf took out a handkerchief, biting his mouth tightly and choked up: "I have received five sessions Of the contestants on the stage of death, you are the only one who wins. Who will say in the future that the boys brought out by Tonisf are all soft-bodied!"
This sentence caused the other soldiers beside him to laugh, and Tonisf grabbed the spirits that had just been delivered, raised his glass and shouted, "Let's have a drink and toast Allen!"
"To Ellen!"
After pouring a glass of brandy into it, Tonisf was still very excited. The second lieutenant even jumped onto the stage of the bar, put his arms around a dancing girl, took the microphone and said, "Today is a day worth celebrating, and I can't help but want to sing."
Unexpectedly, before Tonisf sang, someone had already broken the stage.
"Please let our ears go, Lieutenant."
"Yes, your singing reminds us of the crowing of an old hen!"
Suddenly there was laughter again, and Allen laughed too. A waitress came over, she was very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. His long brown hair was loose, his eyes were blurred, and the bold and open collar exposed a piece of white chest muscle to the air. A soldier whistled at her, touched her ass, and shoved tips up her cleavage.
The girl cursed softly, and quietly put the tip into her pocket. When walking past Allen, he put a glass of beer in front of him, wiped his arm with his chest and said, "I'll take this glass."
"Hey, that lady!" Tonisf called out with a microphone: "Don't think about tricking our Master Allen into your bed with a glass of beer, let me tell you, he is now a member of the Bethkind family. Red man! Yes, Master Horn personally invited our young master to join Bethkind this morning. He has a bright future. At least he can be a brigadier general in the future, so please move your chest, that position should be reserved for The other noble ladies!"
The soldiers also booed, and the girl's face flushed immediately, and she cursed "Damn shemale" bitterly, but walked away helplessly. As Tonisf said, Alan is already considered a member of Bethkind, and he was personally invited by the family patriarch Horn, so his position in the family will definitely not be too low in the future. For a person like this, the one who can accompany her is at worst the daughter of an ordinary noble family, and she will never be an ordinary waitress.
In Babylon, class is far harsher than imagined. If you don't have enough power to claim something that doesn't belong to you
, death is considered the lightest punishment. The girl doesn't want to be known by some noble daughter in the future that she had had unreasonable thoughts about Allen, and then died in some remote alley inexplicably one day.
Sometimes, offending a young lady from your family is far more terrifying than those merciful young masters.
After a small episode, Tonisf didn’t care about the soldiers below, and started to sing in a hoarse voice: “The morning sun woke me up, and the birds on the windowsill were already singing. I thought it was just a repeating morning, they His arrival changed everything..."
"The shooting star shining in the sky did not bring the gospel of heaven, but the revelation of hell. The sea raised huge waves, the mountains collapsed in the artillery fire, and the city turned into a sea of flames. We can no longer hear laughter, but only The devil's murmur..." At first, some soldiers gradually echoed, they sang in a low voice while patting the table with their hands, forming a common rhythm.
"Day is replaced by night, and the world is only left with blizzard and strong wind. But there is a voice calling, human beings should resist!" Tonisf's voice became louder: "So we packed our bags and left the familiar village. The front is endless In the darkness, we don't know where we are going back. But we have to face the ice and snow, and charge in the direction of the storm! Charge!"
The rhythm of the song was getting faster, and almost all the soldiers in the bar joined in the chorus: "No matter how powerful the enemy is, we will not retreat; even if the god of fate has abandoned us, we must rush to the unknown battlefield, tear the darkness, let us The dawn breaks to illuminate the other side of the day!"
"Thousands of soldiers point to hundreds of millions of glory. Even if I die in battle, I will make the enemy's hearts terrified! We are the blade of dawn, and we are the shield of hope. Our names will be engraved on the monument of heroic spirits!"
What followed was several repeated melodies, but the soldiers sang more and more anxiously. Even if Alan is not a soldier, his blood boils when he hears the fast melody and passionate lyrics. He didn't know that this was the "Dawn Song", a song written to commemorate that epic war. It was well known in Babylon and loved by soldiers even more. The singing stopped abruptly when the soldiers bellowed the last passionate note.
The sudden interruption left a huge blank, and it even brought a deep shock to the soul!
"drink wine!"
I don't know who made the call, and after that, everyone cheered. Even Allen was in a turbulent mood, and couldn't help drinking a few more glasses at the moment. He hadn't drunk so much wine before, and after a few drinks, he immediately became drunk, and the world became blurred in his eyes.
Finally, the young man was so drunk that he fell asleep on the table while holding on to the glass.
It is also a bar, "Twilight" is much more luxurious than "Saber". Located at the southern end of Golden Wing Street, adjacent to the bustling Hatton Commercial Street, the people who come and go here every day are either rich or expensive. Twilight strongly emphasizes a restrained luxury to meet the aesthetic standards of the current aristocrats. Using an arch dotted with stars as the gate, walking along the red carpet, it is a plain partition, and the only decoration is a mural inlaid with mosaic porcelain on the partition.
However, when you turn around the partition, a huge space with a dark blue background will shock your eyes. This is the hall of twilight, with areas such as dance floors, bars, public areas, and hidden booths. The bar is adorned with stained-glass walls, stonework, crystal chandeliers and even dance halls for performances.
There is also a small fountain in front of the stage as a partition!
Twilight is far above Saber in terms of scale and passenger flow. People who come and go here are all well-dressed and elegant, just like a miniature epitome of high society. Of course, Twilight did not entertain all nobles, but more wealthy people in Babylon. Babylon is a place of class distinctions, even in all walks of life. With Twilight's aptitude, most of the guests are rich people, lower nobles, or collateral descendants of some aristocratic families.
The real rich and nobles don't bother to linger in this kind of place.
But even so, Twilight also has an insurmountable class concept. For example, those elegant hidden booths are only open to the aristocrats, and ordinary people can only wander in the public area no matter how rich they are. At this moment, a burst of laughter erupted in a deck, which attracted the attention of others. There were seven or eight half-aged children of fifteen or sixteen years old, and these older children were basically children of a certain family.
One of them, a big boy with a strong build, a head of brown hair combed shiny, and freckles on his face, was obviously the focus of attention. With an exaggerated expression and large movements, he was narrating the struggle between himself and the two family guards: "... In the end, I kicked Megan down in the air and brought Megan down."
"And after that?"
"Afterwards, of course, I went to celebrate with Ye Ni and those girls. Don't ask me where I went to celebrate. In short, I can only say that those girls are too hot."
Everyone laughed knowingly, and a boy raised his glass and said, "Come, let's have a drink for the promising Master Vincent."
"Dry!"
After three rounds, someone said: "Vincent, I heard that you, Beth Keld, just recruited a kid named Allen. That's the winner of this death ring, isn't it?"
Wen Sen didn't take it seriously and said: "It's just a pariah on the surface. If you can do a lot, you'll be a family warrior at worst."
Unexpectedly, he just finished speaking. Someone from another deck behind said quietly: "I don't think so."
Vincent changed color immediately, stood up and said coldly: "Do you know who I am, and you don't need to judge what I say!"
The man laughed softly: "Cousin Wensen, you have such a big air."
Wen Sen was stunned, and walked into the booth at the back. There were not many people in this booth, a boy who was older than Vincent sat in it, and there was a hot girl on the left and right sides. The young Fangzheng's face is deeply contoured, his short dark brown hair looks capable, and his eyes are bright and energetic, as if he can look straight into people's hearts.
Seeing him, Vincent immediately put on a smile and said, "It turned out to be Cousin Kodov, why did you come to Twilight?"
"Turning around while bored, I found that this place is actually pretty good." The young man pushed a girl on the left, signaling her to sit down, and gave Vincent his seat.
Vincent was also polite, sat down, poured the wine for Kodov himself and said, "Kodov, what did you mean just now?"
"Obviously, that boy named Alan is definitely not just being a family warrior." Kodov shook his wine glass, looked at Vincent with a smile and said, "Don't forget, he was the one invited by Grandpa himself .Do you think Grandpa would be so bored that he would specially invite a future family samurai?"
(end of this chapter)