It's open in the basement of the Golden Rooster Hotel.
A small bar that can only accommodate twenty or thirty people.
As soon as Lumian walked in, he saw a man. He jumped on the small round table, holding a bottle of beer, and said to the four or five guests around him: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, listen to me! I experienced an incredible thing the day before yesterday!"
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By the light of a few gas lamps on the wall, Lumian discovered that the man was very young, about twenty-twenty-twenty-three years old, with short light brown hair and no beard. His face was particularly rosy, maybe because he had been drinking. .
He was wearing a linen shirt, black trousers, and strapless leather shoes. He was not short at over 1.7 meters tall, but his arms and legs were surprisingly short, and he looked about the same as someone less than 1.6 meters tall.
At this time, he waved his short arms and spoke with spittle:
"Exactly. How incredible is it? Let me tell you, it changed my view on faith. As a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, I am ready to convert to the Eternal Sun! Listen, how amazing this is. Isn't it?
"Can you imagine that I was hungry for five days?? I lost my job and was fired by that bastard manager. I didn't find a job until I ran out of savings." I was hungry for five days and only Lying on the bed, my whole body was very weak and I was almost dead. Do you know what it feels like when you are about to die? Oh, may God bless you never to know.
"What I was thinking was, I can't die like this, I came to Terre to make a fortune, I have to do something, and then I saw the portrait of Saint-Vieve on the wall." Yes, I climbed hard. I got up, knelt on the ground, and prayed to Saint Vieve for help. At that time, I was still a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery", but what can't a starved person do? And, no matter what, this won't happen There's no harm! "It took only five minutes after I prayed. A friend of mine came to see me and discovered my difficult situation. He didn't have much money, but he reminded me that I had rented a kerosene lamp for night use, and the deposit was 35 Kopp, a total of 7 Ricks!
"Oh God, I actually forgot about this. I quickly asked my friend to help me return the kerosene lamp. I used the refunded deposit to buy bread and half a liter of bad wine. The bread was cold and wet, and it spilled on the road. The putty was the same as above, the wine was a little sour, very light, but it was the most delicious meal I have ever had, ladies and gentlemen, I am alive again!
"I also found a new job today, and I will go to the nearest Saint-Vieve church to light a candle during my break tomorrow!
St. Veiver is a female angel mentioned in the holy scriptures of the "Eternal Sun" church. She is the only one who is one of the patron angels of the city of Trier - one and the other two belong to " God of Steam and Machinery" A big figure in the history of the Church and Intis.
Lumian walked towards the bar while watching the young man's small blue eyes brighten with excitement.
The bartender was about thirty years old, with a dark brown beard around his mouth, but not too thick. His hair of the same color was tied into a ponytail in an artistic style.
Lumian sat on a high stool and asked with a smile:
"Is he telling the truth?"
"Who knows?" The bartender shrugged, "You should have heard the proverb: It is better to believe in a Limu than to believe in a snake. Charlie is a Limu. Limu and Reston provinces belong to the south and have similar accents. , but closer to Lemberg, is the mountainous province.
The bartender said with an obvious smile in his blue eyes:
"Your feeling is right, that proverb is longer than you think:
It is better to believe in a Luen person than to believe in a Limu person, and to believe in a Limu person, it is better to believe in a
Snakes, but never trust the Islanders.
“If that was what he actually experienced, he must have had no idea that the picture in his room was not a portrait of Saint-Vieve at all.
"Whose is that?" Lumian asked amusedly.
The bartender tried to control his laughter:
Charlie lived in room 504. The previous tenant often went to Rampart Street in the Red Princess district. The sticker in the room was one of Trier's most famous prostitutes in the past few years, Suzanne Mathis. "Think about it, think about it, Charlie thought he was praying to angels for help, but he was actually praying to a prostitute. He also thought that he had changed his luck, got rid of hunger, and got a new job. How ironic this is. !
"Yes." Lumian agreed deeply.
This is a plot that he couldn't even make up. The reality is sometimes even more outrageous than the story.
He then added:
"As long as it's useful."
The bartender didn't talk any more and asked:
"what do you need?"
"A glass of absinthe." Lumian tapped his finger on the bar, indicating that he was thinking, "What do you have to eat here?"
"How about Divar broth? Three ricks a tablespoon," the bartender suggested. 3 Rick is 15 Koppe and 0.15 Firkin. Lumian showed an interesting attitude:
“What is Divar Broth?”
The bartender explained casually:
"Invented by Duvar, the owner of a restaurant, he boiled meat, sauerkraut, turnips, etc. together to make a thick soup, and finally sprinkled it with cheese and bread crumbs. Just one portion can make you full, and it tastes quite good. So Duval, now a wealthy man, moved to the Opera District.
The Candide Market District where Lumian is currently located, also called the Market District, is located on the south bank of the Serenzo River, with a large number of slums, while the Opera District is on the north bank of the Serenzo River, close to the boulevard, one of the cores of the Republic. district.
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There are twenty districts within the walls of Trier.
"Sounds like a good portion." Lumian smiled and nodded, "Then have one." Although he would be able to recover by six in the morning and not worry about hunger, eating was one of the few things that made him feel... One of the things that keeps me alive.
The bartender nodded and asked:
"Little mummy or somersault?"
"What?" Lumian did not hide his confusion.
"This is a common slang term in Trier bars, cafes, and beer. "Mummy" refers to a small portion of vermouth, "somersault" refers to a double portion, and "red tomato" refers to absinthe with pomegranate juice. , plus mint is a "parrot", similar and there are many "friends", in Trier, you still have a lot to learn.
"Then little mummy." Lumian could feel that the bartender had hidden discrimination against foreigners, but he didn't care.
"Seven Ricks." The bartender opened the small goblet and quoted the price.
It's more expensive than the absinthe in the old tavern in the village of Cordu, but that's fair in a place with a market tax.
Not long after, there was a glass of light green absinthe with psychedelic luster in front of Lumian. He picked it up and took a sip, feeling the light and timeless bitterness in the refreshing taste spread and penetrate into his brain.
While waiting for the waitress to bring Divar broth, Lumian looked around and found glass jars, hoses, valves, gears and other items piled on the side of the bar.
"What is this?" He looked at the bartender with questioning eyes.
The bartender replied casually while wiping the glass:
"Left by a previous tenant. He was a believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery". He always felt that he had a talent for mechanics and had accumulated a lot of similar things.
"Where is he now?" Although Lumian guessed that the ending would not be happy, he still asked quite cooperatively.
The bartender was silent for two seconds and said:
Lumian didn't ask any more questions and looked sideways at the pile of semi-assembled parts. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he left the stool and squatted to the side of the bar to tinker with the pile of things.
The bartender glanced at him but didn't stop him, just gave him a warning as the Divar broth was brought from the kitchen.
After being busy for a while, Lumian sat back on the high stool and tasted the thick soup with a spoon. The rich aroma of meat, the taste of cheese, the freshness of sauerkraut, and the sweetness of turnips combine to create an unforgettable taste, and the juicy buns are the most precious jewel in the crown of this food. .
What Lumian didn't expect was that there were several pieces of meat in a 3-rich plate of thick soup, which could really satisfy an adult.
When the dinner plate was clean, Lumian took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth and squatted back to the pile of semi-assembled parts, continuing his work.
Ten minutes later, he placed a machine on the bar.
The machine has a glass tank on top and complex parts on the bottom, connected to two rubber soft tents.
Lumian then asked for a glass of water and poured some of the remaining Yinxiang wine into it, dyeing the transparent colorless liquid light green.
Finally, he inserted one of the rubber hoses into the cup. The bartender with a ponytail and an artistic temperament read carefully and asked in confusion:
"What's today?
"This is my invention." Lumian drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest, "I am also a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, and I have made many achievements in the field of machinery."
Then, he stretched out his left palm wearing a black glove and pointed at the machine: "It is an epoch-making machine, and its function is beyond your imagination!"
"What can it do?" Charlie, who was suspected of praying to a prostitute, walked to the bar carrying a beer bottle with a curious look on his face.
"It's called the Fool's Meter. It can test a person's stupidity. Similarly, it can also test a person's intelligence.
"Really?" Charlie and the bartender had disbelief written on their faces.
Lumian explained in detail:
"The method of use is very simple. Blow into this tube until the liquid in the cup rises into the glass jar and forms bubbles." By observing the bubbles, we can obtain the corresponding stupidity index or smartness index.
He immediately picked up the exposed rubber hose and started blowing air.
Through the linkage of gear valves and other parts, the light green liquid in the cup was sucked into the machine and rose to the upper glass, forming a small bubble. "What kind of conclusion does this mean?" Charlie asked expectantly.
The corners of Lumian's mouth raised slightly, revealing a bright smile: "My friend, the principle of this machine is equally simple: "When you believe my words and really use this machine to blow a bubble, it proves that you are A bubbling idiot.
Charlie's expression froze instantly, and his eyes became quite angry.
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The bartender next to him laughed.
