I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 60 Black Rod Herald

Although she had been prepared for a long time, when she really heard the name, Alicia opened her eyes wide and looked at Semele in disbelief.

"It's been a long time since I've been called by that name." Semele laughed. "Now, my name is Semele."

Alicia came back to her senses, but her heart was agitated.

She had never thought that she could see God in her life, but she never expected that during this period of time, she not only saw the God of Death, but even the God of Dionysus in ancient Greek legends.

So what is Shaar who can know these two gods and seem to have a good relationship with them?
Alicia fell silent, she didn't dare to think about it.

"Are you from Eagle Point Town?" Shaar asked.

"No, since I parted from you, I have left there."

Semele seemed to understand what Xia wanted to say, he said with emotion.

"I've lived 20 years in that small town that still has my faith and I've never had any disasters.

Unexpectedly, at the moment I left, disaster also followed.

Fate is always so cruel. "

"Yes." Xia Ya's eyes flickered, and he murmured softly.

The emergence of this war is inevitable, starting with Alicia's disappearance and ending with the bombing of Eagle Point Town.

The flames of war will gradually spread to the land of Europe and spread to the world.

So, when that moment came, Dionysus left, and he was distracted by the Witch of the Wild.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Char met Dionysus at the reception so coincidentally.

Because fate thinks that in this town, only he can let Dionysus go.

When the gears of fate turn, no one can resist.

A real weaver will not be affected by fate, but he still bears the fate given to him by the previous weaver.

Shaar felt that this should also be one of the "tutorials" left by the old man, to feel the operation of fate through the way of bearing fate.

"Are you going to save that town?" Alicia asked.

"Why do you want to save?" Semmerer asked back.

"Those are your followers, aren't they?" Alicia said.

Semele laughed twice, "The fairy tales of gods responding to the prayers of their devout believers are all thousands of years ago.

In this day and age, how many people really believe in gods?
Even under the supreme Lord who is in the limelight now, how many truly devout people are there? "

He said with sarcasm, "Those believers who claim to be the messengers of God, if they cut open their sacred appearance and tear off the sacred banner, what they will see will only be dirtier than rats in the ditch. Nature.

Although they hold high the sacred banner, all their actions are to satisfy their own selfish desires.

I've seen too many people like this. "

"God no longer responds to the world."

Semmerer said calmly.

"Human beings have been cut off from the gods, this is your choice."

Semmerer's words continued.

"The war will eventually end, the town will be rebuilt, and the streets will be filled with people again. Maybe the Dionysian Festival will no longer exist, but people will always look for an opportunity to start the carnival.

In a few hundred years, this war may only become a page in the thick history book of mankind.

As for those who died, even if they are still alive, they will still turn into a handful of loess after 100 years.

It doesn't matter whether you interfere or not, does it? "

Alicia fell silent. She realized that the perspective of a god is completely different from that of a mortal.

She subconsciously glanced at Xia Ya.

Because Xiaya had said very similar things to her before.

"Humanity can only rely on human beings to save themselves." Shaar continued.

They didn't discuss this topic for long, and the next discussion was more about the tavern.

Semmerer provided all the drinks, so Xia also shared some of his shares. For Xia, this was just a way to pass the time, and how much money he made was not a problem.

This is naturally insignificant to God, but it can increase his sense of participation.

In fact, he seemed to have found some fun in it and made a lot of comments.

The next day, the tavern opened. There was no exaggerated publicity, and there were no opening rewards. Just open the door, put up the open sign, and then take back the sign and close the door when the time comes.

Everything couldn't be simpler. They bought the store directly, not rented it. You don't have to worry about the rent. The shelf life of the drinks is very long. You don't have to worry about losing money because you can't sell them. The store is not big, so just a little cleaning will help very clean.

But Xia and Semele are still very concerned about this, and they will put on their best clothes every day, and Alicia will also wear an apron.

At first, people around the street just looked at this newly opened tavern curiously from the outside, and were very interested in the unique decoration inside.

Later, some workers from nearby factories came in, but they didn't order, because as soon as they came in, Shaar showed them the rules written on the drawing board.

Like no loud noises, no fights, no smoking or cigars, which was almost perfectly on their radar, so they walked away without even ordering a drink.

As Alicia said, when Shaar wanted to open a quiet tavern, the tavern business had nothing to do with these workers.

They came to the tavern to relax after getting off work, and they would not be happy if they had to abide by a bunch of rules when they came to this place.

So a few days ago, their business could almost be described as dismal, but on the third day, they still welcomed a customer.

It was a well-dressed man with a rococo blue suit, a golden and white wig, and a three-cornered hat. He looked like he was an official in some place.

Wearing wigs was very common in the West at the beginning of the eighteenth century. Because of genetic problems, Western men suffered from serious hair loss.

It is worth mentioning that, in addition to genes, there are two other important reasons why European men were always troubled by hair loss at that time.

One is that syphilis was rampant at that time, and one of the patient's manifestations was hair loss.

The other is related to the living habits of Europeans at that time - it is said that people at that time believed that taking a bath would make the devil get on their bodies, so that it became normal not to take a bath, and the scalp that was already prone to oil became greasy. Unbearable, hair loss has become a perfectly natural situation.

Wigs are very expensive in this era, and they are not affordable by ordinary people, so those who can wear wigs are generally upper class.

Of course, the person in front of him should be just a genetic problem, Xia Ya can still see this.

His face was a little tired, he sat down directly on the chair in front of the bar, and said weakly.

"Give me a shot of rum."

Shaar didn't speak, but silently took out a wine glass from under the table and poured him a glass of rum.

The man picked up the wine and drank it down. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the wine glass in his hand with some surprise.

"Your wine here is really good."

As he said that, he noticed the surrounding environment. Just as Alicia felt, this kind of decoration is definitely quite visually impactful in this era.

He also noticed the rules written on the drawing board on one side, but he didn't care about these rules, because he only came in to drink because he saw that there were fewer people in this tavern and it was quieter.

At this moment, he realized that the tavern he came in did not seem to be any ordinary tavern.

He looked curiously at the young man in front of him.

Very young, wearing a very spiritual vest, which is in line with the Britannian aesthetics, especially the special temperament that is as quiet and deep as the night, with a unique sense of nobility.

That was Char, of course, because there were so few people, Semele hid in the wine cellar to study the new mixed wine.

"You look tired." Xia said with a smile, "Would you like to try the special wine in my store? It can relieve fatigue."

The man glanced at the drink list hanging at the back, there were some names he had never heard of, but since the rum here is so delicious, the special wine should not be bad.

"Then have a glass of that margarita."

Shaar smiled, and took out a goblet from under the table, which looked very special, unlike ordinary goblets, it was an inverted cone.

Under the gaze of the man, Shaar performed some dazzling operations in front of him. He first stuck a slice of lime on the edge of the wine glass and swirled it around to wet the rim, and then turned the glass upside down on the small saucer with salt Turn up for a week.

When it was straightened again, a snowflake-like lace was attached to the edge of the wine glass.

Then, he took out a unique container called a shaker, which is specially used for mixing wine.

He took out a few ice cubes from under the counter and put them into a shaker, then poured agave, Cointreau, and lime juice in sequence and began to shake vigorously.

The shaker made a nice sound as it shook.

That's definitely not the sound of liquid shaking, the man thought.

Then, he saw Xia holding the shaker in his left hand and throwing it behind his back, and let it go.

When he thought that the pot was about to fall to the ground and spilled all over the place, Shaar's right hand precisely grasped the thrown snow pot.

His eyes never changed, his eyes never looked at the pot, he seemed to be able to do a job with ease.

This juggling scene made him feel very novel, he had never seen this kind of bartending.

However, it didn't take long for the wine to be mixed. Shaar poured the wine from the shaker into the goblet, but it didn't destroy the snow he just made.

Finally, he put a slice of lime on the rim of the glass as a garnish, and he waved his hands to the man to indicate that it was time to drink.

Curious, the man picked up the wine glass, observed it for a while, and drank it in small sips.

The taste is rich, the fresh fruity aroma of Cointreau and the special aroma of tequila are perfectly mixed together, the taste is sweet and sour, very refreshing, dispelling the fatigue in his heart.

Feeling the very rich taste, he opened his eyes in surprise. He has drank both Tequila and Cointreau, but he never thought that these two things would be so delicious when mixed with lime juice.

No, maybe it has something to do with the boss's special way of shaking it, he thought.

"My name is Solo." Solo said, "The Herald of the Queen's Black Rod."

"Hello." Shaar nodded gracefully, "My name is Merlin, the owner of this tavern."

Not long ago, he staged a magical battle for the people of Yingjiao Town. At this time, his other name is probably already in the ears of some people in the imperial capital. Changing his name is the best choice.

Since he was Arthur's teacher, the name Merlin couldn't be more appropriate.

Solo looked at the wine list on the side, there were many names he had never heard of.

"Are all the names on this wine list such mixed wines?"

"Yes." Xia Ya said, "Do you want to continue to try?"

Solo hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do, the fate of this country is in my hands now."

Xia asked curiously, "Did something happen?"

It seems that because of the delicious cocktail, Solo let down his guard against the tavern owner in front of him, he sighed.

"It is estimated that the news will spread throughout the imperial capital in the next two days."

"Is it a message from the Spanish Empire to the Empire?" Char said.

What happened in Tianyingjiao Town these days has been spread throughout the imperial capital, but obviously, it did not cause any waves. One is that the West Asian Empire has often fought wars with Britannia, and the other is that the distance is too far.

"Not only." Solo said with a gloomy face, "The West French Empire is also declaring war on the Empire."

　Hal's fate should be written before 20 words. After the protagonist gets the heart, he will get a clearer main line, and then the timeline will speed up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)