Bringing chocolates to the bar, the middle-aged bartender in uniform looked up and smiled at Jenkins:
"A first-time visitor? What do you need?"
"Beverages with low alcohol content are best served warm."
"Meow~"
Chocolate reminded him, scratching his shoulders with little paws, reminding him that there was another cat here.
"Oh, I want some more desserts, I'll take a look."
He stretched his head to look at the shelf behind the bartender: "This one, and that one over there. Let's get these first, I think this is enough."
The bartender used a pencil to write down Jenkins' request on a paper threaded with wire, and then asked:
"Low-alcohol drinks, can I ask for fruit juice?"
"Of course, it's the best."
He originally thought that the taverns in Ruen City only had high-concentration spirits.
The single table in the tavern is a log-like round table, and Jenkins chose the innermost position. Cats won't run around when they have food, so Jenkins, who has been relaxed, looks at the other people in the tavern while thinking about how to deal with his relationship with Britney in the future.
Probably because the price of this tavern is expensive, the quality of people who can come here is also higher. There were no high-spirited conversations at the scattered tables where people were sitting, and the loudest sound in the room was the harp held in his arms by the wall.
The owner of the instrument is a handsome young man, with his eyes closed, he gently sways his body to the soft rhythm of his music, looking intoxicated.
The style of music Jenkins played has never been in contact with him. It reminded him of the dappled sunlight shining through the leaves on the ground, the white doves flying past the giant tree, and the sparkling sunlight reflected in his head. sparkling lake.
Everything was so serene, and I couldn't help but relax. Even the cat was rarely quiet and listened carefully.
Soon, another guest stepped into the warm tavern from the wind and snow. It was a woman in a cloak, the hood shielding her from the wind and snow. Although the face could not be seen, Jenkins still recognized it as Miss Stuart's personal maid, Julia.
The woman ordered some food and drinks from the bartender and saw Jenkins when she turned to find a table. She laughed in surprise, and then sat across from him.
"Good evening, Miss Minnewick. Here on some errand for Miss Stuart?"
"Good evening, Mr. William, I'm really surprised to meet you here. No, I just came out for a walk. Your Highness is invited to the party tonight by the youngest daughter of Duke Congas, and I don't need my service. You How come here?"
This was one of the rare times the two were alone together, usually Jenkins and Alexia, Julia and Miss Stuart.
"Alexia won't be here for a week. I'm in a bad mood tonight, so I want to go around Loen. I'm on a train trip right now, and it's really hard."
The man complained softly.
"Miss Miller didn't tell us her whereabouts, but I think I can come back before the end of the week. If you are upset, you can come here often. Although it is a bit more expensive, this tavern is really good."
The maid reassured that she was really understanding.
"Are you worried about something too?"
Jenkins asked back.
"Everyone has troubles."
Julia responded softly, but did not explain further.
He knew something about this maid's past. Her life experience was even more tragic than that of Fei Ni, because Fei Ni had at least met her parents. Before meeting Jenkins, there were relatives who were willing to take care of her.
What Julia and Fenny have in common is that they met a "noble man". On a snowy night eight years ago, Miss Stuart took a fancy to this girl from among the crowd begging for alms. Since then, Julia Minnewick's fate has changed, and the experiences of the first ten years of her life and those after that can hardly be linked together.
Julia has never talked about this past in front of Jenkins, and he will not take the initiative to ask without knowing it. Jenkins only thinks about it when he sees Fei Ni occasionally, after all, he is also playing a role similar to Miss Stuart now.
"I see that you are really different."
Julia also said that the music of the harp also eased her spirits, and she dared to say something inappropriate in her capacity in front of Jenkins.
"If you want to say that I treat you differently from other people, completely equal, and don't treat you as a servant, then you don't need to say more."
Jenkins reminded that somehow, in this state of mental relaxation, he could easily read Julia's thoughts. These words are related to the other side of his life. After the extreme tension, fear and relief tonight, he suddenly began to miss that place.
"You are indeed different."
The woman said with emotion, she tilted her head to see that after she was full of chocolate, she lay down by Jenkins's hand to rest.
Twenty minutes into the conversation, it somehow turned to the subject of the harp.
"Look, does the man playing the piano by the wall look like the bards in ancient legends? It's those extraordinary people who rely on spells and musical abilities. This is really interesting."
Jenkins asked, still brooding over memories of the past.
"Bard? I didn't expect you to read that kind of legendary novel. It is indeed similar, but the current era is no longer that primitive and rough era."
"Original... I kind of like the scenes in ancient legends. Adventurers travel together, wizard towers explore the mysteries of the world, dragons roar in the sky, and gods look down on the world. The tavern is very lively, bards sing loudly, and warriors are loud Boasting today's harvest, stalkers are playing with daggers by the wall, wizards are shrouded in cloaks and weaving new plans. The brilliance of witchcraft and divine art shines on the world, and alien creatures are active on the edge of civilized society... "
He realized that he was a little too excited, shook his head with a smile, and didn't continue talking.
"That should be a long time ago."
Julia can't fully understand Jenkins' mood, and no one in this world can understand the mood of this foreigner at this time.
Both of them fell silent. In order not to make the atmosphere awkward, Jenkins stood up and planned to ask for some more food for the two of them.
"What you just said is very interesting."
The bartender praised when he took out the glass containing the juice. Jenkins' voice was not deliberately suppressed just now, after all, what he said was also included in popular novels.
"It's really interesting. I almost want to go back to that interesting era."
As he spoke, he offered Jenkins a third drink, but he was not bought that much. The last glass looked like plain water.
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