Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

"You just wanted to go to the tavern, didn't you?"

"Yes?"

Fia Tina nodded in confusion, and only then remembered the reason why they met.

"Have you ever been to a tavern before?"

"No."

"Then have you been to any similar places?"

"...Does the hotel count?"

"totally different!"

Provence crossed his hands in front of him,

"Do you know where the tavern in Syracuse is? It's..."

Halfway through, Provence suddenly got stuck. Fiatina stretched out her hand in some doubts, and shook it in front of Provence. Provence's pretty face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then coughed lightly, and said seriously,

"All in all, a child like you is not allowed to go to a tavern!"

"???"

Chapter 68 Provence and the black market for everything

"All in all, a child like you is not allowed to go to a tavern!"

"???"

Fiatina let go of Provence's tail, and once again looked up and down Provence with suspicious eyes.

Provence doesn't look much different from himself, but it can't be ruled out that it is a young and beautiful monster like Warfarin who is actually hundreds of years old.

No wonder the tail grows so big.

Fia Tina thought with some evil taste.

"Ah, that's right."

As if suddenly remembering something, Provence rummaged in his small bag, and quickly found a lollipop from the bag, and handed it to Fiatina.

"I heard that the children around here love to eat this, come and try it."

Provence's smile was quite pure, without any hint of sarcasm. The corners of Fiatina's mouth twitched slightly. She stretched out her hand and slowly moved the lollipop in front of her.

"Although I'm not too old, I'm an adult anyway. You should leave your way of teasing children to other children."

"Hey?"

Provence blinked in astonishment, his tone was unbelievable,

"Are you an adult? Is it true? I still think that children in the city can grow so tall now."

"...It's better to say why do you treat me as a minor?"

"You quietly put your head on your head, how big of a man you are, and you still wear a fake aura..."

Saying that, Provence stretched out his hand, trying to break the halo above Fiatina's head.

hiss--

Provence found that no matter how hard he tried, the halo didn't move at all, and he was even more shocked: "Huh? Wait, your halo is not fake? You are Sakota? Don't you Sakota hate Sarkaz the most? Wear the black horn that symbolizes Sarkaz..."

"..."

"Oh, I see, you must want to use this method to erase the hatred between Sakota and Sarkaz! It's really you."

Provence immediately put a buff on Fiatina, talking to himself, and patted Fiatina's shoulder vigorously, with a look of "I understand you."

"No, I just..."

"It's okay, no need to explain, I understand you."

You know shit.

Fiatina wanted to say that very much, but looked at Provence's firm and encouraging eyes, so she nodded bravely.

"Ah yes yes yes."

"Humph."

Provence immediately put on a look of "I knew it", she nodded to Fiatina, and then seriously taught,

"Even so, it's better not to go to places like taverns lightly, okay?"

"why?"

"That kind of place is dirty and messy. It's basically the stronghold of the black forces in Syracuse. It's easy to be targeted there, right? If it's not for work, I wouldn't go to that kind of place to collect information. I can't do it I understand what you're doing in a place like that."

"...I want to learn bartending."

"Barending?"

Provence tilted his head in doubt,

"What do you learn that thing for?"

"I have a friend who likes to drink with cocktails, and I want to try to learn."

"Oh—that's right."

Provence nodded seriously, then turned her gaze back on Fiatina, with a bright smile on her face, she stretched out her hand towards Fiatina,

"Exactly. I just finished my recent work and I'm planning to buy some small gifts for myself and my friends. Do you want to go shopping with me?"

"Ok."

Fia Tina thought about it with her chin in her hands, and realized that she actually had nothing to do now, so she nodded and agreed to Provence's invitation.

"Well, let's go--by the way, what's your name?"

"Fia Tina, just call me Fia."

"Okay~ Miss Fia, do you still remember my name? Do you need me to introduce myself again?"

The tail of Provence flashed in Fiatina's mind,

"Wolf with a big tail." (Answer)

"It's Provence!"

Provence looked a little angry, and even stood up his big fluffy tail, "Although I am really confident in my tail, please call me by my name!"

"...Provence."

Fia Tina paused, then nodded hesitantly in response.

Hearing his name, Provence nodded in satisfaction, took Fiatina's hand and planned to walk deep into the commercial street.

"Where are we going now?" Fiatina asked.

"I know a good place, there is everything there?"

Provence smiled mysteriously, then looked forward.

......

Bypassing the alleys of the commercial street, Fiatina was led by Provence to a quaint shop.

They walked for about 10 minutes, and they were trotted by Provence for a few minutes during the period. Fiatina looked at the shop in front of her a little out of breath.

As if this store didn't want to be discovered, it was hidden in a small alley on the periphery of the commercial street. You had to go deep into the alley to see the warm orange light shining through the translucent gray-black glass. There is only a sign outside the store, the words on the sign are fluorescent, and there are only a few large characters written on it.

——everything.

Such a strange name.

Fiadina spoke to herself in a voice that only she could hear.

Compared with the tavern, it seems that this kind of shop is more worrying about its legality.

Fia Tina subconsciously turned her head to look at Provence, Provence pushed the door in without any hesitation, and said happily, "I'm here again!"

"You are here."

This is a mature and stable male voice, the voice is very magnetic, probably quite suitable as the kind of broadcast host.

Fia Tina walked into the store following Provence's pace. There was a young man sitting at the counter of the store. He was wearing a neat suit and behaved elegantly and calmly. He looked more like an aristocrat.

"I failed to catch up with you opening the store the last two times I came here. One of them squatted in front of the store for a whole day and didn't see you open the door. How do you open your store?"

"Look at fate."

There was a faint smile on the man's face, and his eyes were on Fiatina, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

"Well, is there something on my face?"

Probably because of being stared at by the man, Fiatina took a step back, subconsciously hid behind Provence, and hugged Provence's big tail with both hands.

"No, nothing."

There was an elegant and easy-going smile on the man's face, he bowed slightly to Fiatina,

"I'm sorry ma'am, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is,"

"Koshe."

Friendship push book

Chapter 69 Fiatina and Kosher

"...Mr. Koschey."

Fiatina said with some hesitation.

The person in front of her seemed elegant and polite, but Fiatina always had a bad feeling, from the store to him.

"Don't you want to buy something?"

Provence turned his head, looked at Fiatina who was lying on her big tail, swung her tail vigorously, and threw Fiatina in front of her.

"...Okay, Mr. Kosche, do you have any props related to bartending here?"

"Of course, of course."

With a faint smile on Kosche's face, he stood up from the counter and made a "please" gesture to Provence and Fiatina,

"Come with me, ladies."

Provence followed without the slightest hesitation. Fiatina looked back at the door behind her, hesitated slightly, and followed Provence's pace.

The store itself was not too big, but there seemed to be a lot of cabinets and products. They walked around several rows of shelves like a maze. When Fiadina realized it, they had already entered another room.

"This is my tavern, welcome."

"Great!"

Provence cheered happily, it seemed that this was not the first time she had come to this tavern.

"Look,"

Kesche took out a stack of items neatly wrapped in plastic film from the counter behind him, and then placed it on the table in front of Fiatina.

"What is this?" Fiatina asked.

"This is a prop that bartenders need to use—although some of them are not so useful. Is this your first time bartending?"

Kesche patiently explained to Fiatina.

"Yes."

Fiatina nodded. In fact, before that, she didn't even have the idea of ​​bartending. If she hadn't discovered Mudrock's little hobby by accident, Fiatina probably wouldn't have anything to do with alcohol now.

"In that case."

Kesche rubbed his chin, as if he had pondered for a while, then opened another cabinet, took out a book that looked quite new, and placed it in front of Fiatina again .