Just as he took a step, Richard suddenly thought of something. He looked at the bartender, raised his hand, handed the bartender a silver coin in his hand, and then took out two new silver coins and pushed them in front of the bartender.
Richard spoke up and said to the bartender: "Your words have almost solved all my problems, so according to the agreement, these three silver coins are yours."
"Then thank you, this rich gentleman whose name I don't know." The bartender smiled, put three silver coins skillfully into his pocket, and said with a smile, "If there is a similar business next time, I hope you can do it again." Find me!"
After speaking, the bartender looked around and found that no one was paying attention to him, and the owner of the tavern was not there either. He quickly took a bottle of freshly brewed beer from the wine cabinet behind him and handed it to Richard.
"By the way, you can take this, rich gentleman." The bartender said, "Consider it my return gift to you for this business. Well, don't refuse in a hurry. I know that people like you People of this status definitely don't like to drink this stuff. In fact, I don't like it either. It's sour and astringent, just like expired vinegar.
However, just because you don’t like to drink and I don’t like to drink doesn’t mean that others don’t like to drink. For example, the person you are going to talk to—the down-and-out Mr. Waltz likes to drink. If you walk over and talk to the other person empty-handed, the other person may pay attention to you, but they will definitely not be too warm. And if you go there with this bottle of wine, it may be a lot smoother, and maybe you will be completely listened to. "
After listening to the bartender's words, Richard glanced at the other party, and his evaluation of the other party improved a few points. Without being polite, he took the bottle and turned to waltz.
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Richard walked up to Waltz in the corner and immediately smelled the smell of low-quality alcohol.
Waltz, who has the same name as a famous dance on earth, is sitting alone in his seat. He is about forty years old and looks really sloppy. The clothes on his body were full of wrinkles, his hair was extremely greasy, his body was half-tilted, his eyes were red, and he was drinking wine in silence.
Richard put the wine bottle on the other party's table and made a soft "bang" sound. The other party noticed it, slowly raised his head and took a look, then lowered his head and said in a tone of voice that would keep strangers away: "Stranger" , if you want to drink, I advise you to go to the other tables. I am quite unlucky, so it is best to stay away from me to avoid me passing my bad luck to you."
"No need." Richard said, looking at the other person, "I'm just here to find you, Mr. Waltz, and the wine is specially given to you."
"Oh, give me something to drink?" After hearing this, Waltz raised his head again, not touching the bottle like a drunkard, but asked with some vigilance, "What do you want to do? I have nothing now, and it seems like there is nothing worthy of you buying me a drink?”
Obviously, Waltz is quite smart in being able to transform from an ordinary person into a mine owner. Even if you are at the lowest point in your life now, your mind is still functioning and you will not really be controlled by a bottle of wine. From this point of view, the bartender looked down upon Waltz.
In fact, Richard didn't think a bottle of wine could really have much effect, it was just better than nothing. He looked at Waltz and said, "Mr. Waltz, what I want to do is very simple, that is, let you take me to your Mine No. 13."
"Go and have a look at my mine. Why?" Waltz took a sip of low-quality beer. He choked because he drank too quickly. He coughed loudly several times before returning to normal. He looked at Richard and said, "My mine. It’s already a horrific cemetery, with nothing but death and corpses, why are you interested there?”
"Because I'm curious about what happened there and want to find out the truth." Richard said.
"Are you serious?" Waltz took a deep look at Richard, then shook his head and said, "I advise you to give up this idea. It is not like other places, it is very dangerous, more dangerous than you imagine. Although I don't know The devil in the rumor is true or false, but more than a dozen of my employees, including my favorite nephew Hua Nuo, did die there overnight. Therefore, ordinary people are going to die there, and you'd better not go."
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Waltz, but I think I still have some ability to deal with danger." Richard said.
"Really?" Waltz didn't quite believe it and educated Richard, "It's good to have confidence, just like I did before, but you're vulnerable to real danger, you know, kid!"
After Waltz finished speaking, he didn't want to say any more, so he picked up his beer bottle, raised his neck and put it into his mouth.
Richard looked at it and pointed at Waltz's wine bottle.
Waltz kept moving and kept pouring wine into his mouth, but after one swish, two swishes, and three swishes, he couldn't pour it out. The mouth of the bottle seemed to be blocked by something.
Weird thing!
Waltz was stunned for a moment, feeling the weight of the wine bottle. There was obviously still a quarter of the wine in it, and he looked up at the inside of the wine bottle in confusion. You can vaguely see that the turbid wine is slowly rotating inside, and there is nothing blocking the mouth of the bottle, but it just can't flow out.
what happened
Waltz was confused, and then Richard suddenly retracted his finger pointing at the wine bottle.
"Wow!"
The liquid in the bottle instantly flowed out and poured all over Waltz's face.
Waltz: "..."
Richard spoke up at the right time: "Sorry, Mr. Waltz, this is just a small display of my abilities. I hope I didn't make you angry."
"Huh?" Waltz wiped his face, looked at Richard, and then at the wine bottle. He quickly turned his eyes a few times and guessed a possibility, "Is it you who caused the trouble?"
"Yes." Richard did not deny it.
"Then..." Waltz was a little angry at first and wanted to stand up to vent. Then he suddenly realized something, stopped and looked at Richard seriously for a long time.
"Hmm -" Waltz showed an expression of understanding, restrained his movements, lowered his head slightly and said, "So it's the wizard. Ha, I didn't expect that a noble wizard like you would appear here and treat me like this. It’s really unexpected that such a down-and-out little guy is interested in a mine.”
"Mr. Waltz, I am indeed a wizard." Richard said, "I am indeed interested in your mine for some reasons, and I feel that your mine has something I need. I sincerely hope you can Take me to your mine and have a good look.
You are a smart person. I think you will not ask questions like "What will be the consequences of not agreeing to me?" And I can guarantee that if things go well, I can help you get out of your current mess. "
"You mean...really?"
"real."
"Then..." Waltz hesitated for a moment. The next moment, he grabbed the wine bottle that Richard put on the table, took off the cork, took a deep breath, looked at Richard and said, "Okay, I promise you, I will now I’ll take you to the mine.”
After finishing speaking, Waltz walked out of the tavern with the bottle in hand without being verbose at all, and Richard followed quickly.
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