They all call me the Outer God

"You...you, you, you, you, you are not friendly at all!"

Stair pointed at Gro's glasses and hesitated for a long time. He was still frightened by the loss of his throat, and the traditional Endless curse words on his lips suddenly turned into a harmless accusation.

"Pfft hahahahahaha!" Gro still had no reaction, and James couldn't help but pat his belly and laugh out loud.

Riya watched silently: "Why are you here? Where is your football dream?"

"Don't be so disappointing Kercha, football can be played at any time, but you don't have the opportunity to have fun in a pub all the time."

"The church people are still here."

"It doesn't matter. Aren't they enjoying it too? Besides, there are just a few little guys who went fishing in some corner during the Heavy Rain Festival. Why do they want to threaten us?"

As he said that, James leaned back and put his hands on the back seat of the sofa.

"As expected of Granny, it is much more interesting than Wensi Town. This story tells us that when building a town, we should choose a place with developed transportation, not a remote place that is difficult to find on a map.

Come on, Kercha, don't stand all the time, find a place to sit. "

Riya glanced at the sofa that was almost occupied by the doctor alone, and said without mercy: "Where are you sitting? How is your head?"

"How come you don't speak to others the same way as you speak to me, in a gentlemanly manner?"

"Everyone can pretend to be that kind of thing. How could I, who was born in a poor family, be as dignified and cultivated as those merchants and aristocrats?

Moreover, you and I don’t have to be so polite about what we say to whomever we meet. If I remember correctly... I seem to be your superior. "

“Hey, I would have forgotten it if you didn’t tell me, Lord Discord.

But what does that sentence mean... Oh, yes, all people are created equal, and there is no distinction between high and low among people.

You seem to be young, but you start to speak snobbishly. What will you do in the future? As an elder who has lived for who knows how many years, I can teach you some principles of life for free. "

"Let's talk about how to maintain good interpersonal relationships..."

James was completely immersed in his own world. When he finished saying a lot of what he thought was a wise saying, when he looked at Ria again, he found that one side was empty and the patient was no longer there.

At this time, Ria was staying at the front desk to watch Harrick's bartending performance, and was completely uninterested in someone's long speech.

This also led a certain doctor to think about whether to use Gro's method of getting along with patients. After thinking about it, he decided to give up.

Riya looks harmless, but is actually very vindictive. He might start to hold grudges somewhere and lay traps for him to jump.

What's more, it was James who deducted wages first.

For a money-hungry group like black businessmen, it would be more uncomfortable for them to default on their wages than to kill them and then hang them on a cross and whip their corpses.

Regardless of whether Riya guessed that he was deducting wages or not, her reaction was quite mild.

So James has no dissatisfaction.

Now he feels that Riya is the best patient he has ever taken care of. If he were a previous patient, he would just swear and report his evil deeds to the Secret Keeper headquarters without mercy.

"Ahem, his attitude is almost the same. If one day his attitude suddenly changes, I'm not used to it."

James was so relieved that he picked up the wine with a soft straw inserted on the table, poked the other end of the straw through the retractable lens, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The music in his ears had changed. Steel, who had just regained the ability to speak, couldn't wait to seize the front vocal position of the band. He pushed the young and plump blonde girl to the ground and started singing at the top of his voice.

"Everyone! I'm happy today, the drinks for all the guests -

Whoever wants to pay the bill will pay, but I don’t pay the bill anyway! ! ! "

He put his arm around the saxophone player's shoulders and seemed to be in a good mood. However, before Steyer could be happy for a long time, several strong men gathered from one side and beat him up in public before throwing him out of the tavern.

"..."

Gro put his hand on his forehead, not wanting to admit that he knew him at all.

"In a way, his take on the idiot meme was really successful."

Ria commented.

He was sitting in front of the bar, supporting his head with one hand and staring at the wine bottles played with various patterns in the bartender's hands, and suddenly said: "Do you need help?"

"You know how to mix drinks?" Harik, who was so busy that he was sweating profusely, took the time to look at him.

"No, but I can learn, and I can pay some tuition."

As she spoke, Riya sat up slightly and made a fist with the hand she used to support her head. When she stretched it out, there was already a piece of folded paper in her hand.

"I'm a quick learner, and with my help, your stress can be reduced."

With that said, the young man pressed Zhi Le on the table and waited patiently for Harik's answer, but Harik directly agreed to him without thinking, pressed Zhi Le with a wine bottle on one side, and asked Riya to stand next to him.

"You don't need to learn all my fancy moves. Just mix the wine first. Now let's understand the materials clearly.

Before mixing a glass of wine, the first thing to do is to prepare the raw materials. Your guests won’t have so much free time to wait for you to find the raw materials.

And in the modulation process, every minute and every second is crucial. Controlling time means controlling quality. Don’t waste time on unnecessary things. "

He looked at Riya: "Do you know what a wine measure is? The amount of each raw material is also a point you should pay attention to. In addition, take off your gloves and wash your hands. The guests will not want to drink dirty things."

"Okay." Riya took off his gloves and went to the back sink to clean his hands carefully.

He suddenly wanted to learn to mix drinks, of course, not because he had nothing to do. As the doctor said, the next meme can choose a magician, and the most important thing for a magician is a pair of dexterous hands and extraordinary reaction.

In the tavern, the wonderful performance of the bartender gave Riya a glimmer of hope. After all, the means to make a bunch of fragile items intact after a fancy performance and even make fine wine are wonderful.

If you go to other places to find a magician to learn magic, the money you spend must be much more expensive than here.

Riya might as well practice the basics here, and then disguise yourself as a bartender when necessary.

"You're back, and you came back pretty quickly."

Harik said without moving his head: "I have already taught you the basics of a bartender, now it's time for you to practice-

I will give you 15 orders here, and you will help them mix them within half an hour according to the instructions on the table.

Quality?

Quality is not important, anyway, these drunkards can't tell the difference between good and bad now."