Sean walked to the bar carrying his one hundred and ten soul chips.
"The customers seem to be good at this." The bar bowed slightly to show his appreciation for Sean's gambling skills.
Just when Sean was about to order the private wine, everyone in the pub heard a sound.
Boom! It was like the sound of a huge stone pillar falling from the sky to the ground.
All the chips and empty glasses in the tavern jumped.
In the shadows, the bartender's relaxed expression turned a little serious.
Boom! The "stone pillar" fell again, seemingly closer.
Catherine, who was next to Sean, lowered her voice and said: "A powerful presence from Undercurrent Street has come to the neighborhood..."
The captain's nerves were tense again, and she kept guessing: Who is coming? Jesse from Circus of Evil? Or the great wine merchant Pinkman? Why does this powerful being visit the neighborhood? Are you here to find yourself and others...
There is a consensus in the seeker community: usually, the worse the premonition is, the more effective it is.
When the giant pillar once again made the ground tremble slightly, the outline of that existence could be seen even through everything in the tavern, through the walls, and through the long blocks where evil spirits avoided.
Boom! His cane seemed to be placed lightly on the ground, but it made an extremely loud sound.
His tuxedo and top hat were covered in dust, and even though the dust was shaken off as he moved around, it didn't seem to diminish in the slightest.
His face was shadowed by a top hat, and there were countless wrinkles around his chin and lips. It looked like there were more wrinkles on the face of the oldest human being in the world.
One of the five Sinkers in Undercurrent Street, a strong man who competes with the Ace level, the slave owner Finks.
Everyone's expressions in Catherine's team changed, and their breathing became rapid involuntarily.
They naturally knew why the slave owner Finks came to the Sulfur Tavern.
The fallen evil spirit, who looked like an old gentleman, stood at the door of the Sulfur Tavern.
He didn't speak, but his silence cleared the entire noisy street.
The purpose of Finks coming here is self-evident.
Through the objects and walls of the tavern, the bartender said: "Mr. Finks, I still have guests drinking and playing games. I'm afraid I can't invite you to the tavern to handle business."
The Sinker outside the tavern punched his cane into the flesh-blood mud on the ground, and patiently took out the old pocket watch in his inner pocket and took a look at it. The meaning was obvious: he respected another powerful being in Undercurrent Street, so he would not Rushed into the tavern, but he could wait until those people walked out of the tavern on their own...
The originally noisy and dirty undercurrent street suddenly became a little deserted. On the dark street, under the cold light, stood an old gentleman covered in dust and slightly stooped. This scene made Sean and his party feel a little frightened...
The bartender's dark red lips grinned, revealing canine teeth that were much sharper than humans. He stared at Sean and his group: "It seems that the customer has provoked a great person."
The three of Sean exchanged glances, but Moonlight looked more indifferent. He held his chin in one hand and tapped the fingers of the other on the bar table, seeming to be thinking about something. After a moment, he sighed: "There's nothing we can do about it..."
Henry stood up in the distance, his body language looked very nervous, but he still held the stack of chips on his desk tightly.
Catherine took a deep breath: "It's also a death if you go out now, let's continue first."
Sean nodded: "We'll think of a solution as we move forward."
He faced the bartender, no longer thinking about the disaster behind him: "I want to order a glass of gambler Jock's private wine collection."
The bartender ritually opened his arms and supported the countertop: "Guest, that is a very strong liquor. It may burn your esophagus and throat until it burns through your internal organs..."
A rush of air surged from Sean's nose. For some reason, under such heavy pressure, a surge of courage emerged from his heart. It seemed that he couldn't see the light anyway, so he planned to run forward as fast as he could. He said in a deep voice: "The evil spirits on Central Avenue were not able to catch me. I beat Tom half to death in the rain in New York City. He even beat me to death." The resurrected angels in Levin Town will kneel in front of me and cry bitterly...
"Do you think I should drink that inferior product that's as light as water, or the strongest wine in the world?"
The bartender behind the bar was surprised, and the pupils in his burnt-yellow eyes dilated a bit. The old gentleman outside the door took out his handkerchief and coughed a few times. He squinted his eyes, ignored all obstacles, and glanced at Sean's back.
Then, the bartender from the depths of the world laughed. After laughing, he took out a crystal skull-like bullet cup and poured a glass of green liquor that seemed to have a will-o'-the-wisp burning on it: "Only the strongest liquor. Only worthy of your courage and magnanimity.”
Even if you are surrounded by evil spirits, even if you are surrounded by strong men. Sean, Catherine and Moonlight, however, stood upright as if this was human territory.
Sean picked up the wine, toasted the bartender in front of him, and drank the wine in the glass.
...It felt like drinking a ball of fire. The fire burned from the mouth, through the throat and into the stomach.
Then, all the gamblers in the tavern paused their games and turned to look at a corner by the bar.
There had just been no lights there, but now a will-o'-the-wisp was lit, and the seventh gaming table in the hall could be seen.
A dark figure had been napping in the farthest corner with his boots on the back of the chair in front of him. He stood up and walked step by step under the light of the new gambling table.
"Gambler Jock" looked tall and thin. His face was pale, his eyes were drooped as if he was not awake, and there was a bullet hole in his forehead.
He pulled out his chair and looked at Sean listlessly: "Come on."
Sean took all his chips and sat at the gambling table. The two of them sat facing each other, behind Sean was the high bar, and behind the gambler Jock was a grand piano with the lid propped up.
Moonlight suddenly became interested - he didn't look like a person in danger, but rather as if he and Sean had gone to an ordinary pub to have fun. While flexing his fingers, he walked to the piano.
He sat on the piano bench, with his back to the gambler Jock: "Make some noise, everyone can relax."
The bartender stood behind the bar, hugging his chest, but did not stop Moonlight's behavior.
In an instant, the smooth piano music flowed like mercury in the tavern, adding a cheerful and elegant atmosphere to the Sulfur Tavern, which was originally filled with only vulgar sounds.
Sean suddenly thought that when he found Aaliyah later, he would tell her today's story: they were playing cards, drinking, and listening to music with evil spirits in a hell-like tavern...
"If I can get out of here today..." Sean sighed.
