Although she had been prepared for it, when she heard the name, Alicia still opened her eyes wide and looked at Semele in disbelief.
"I haven't been called that name for a long time." 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 did not expect that during this period, she would not only see the God of Death, but also the God of Wine in ancient Greek legend.
Then... what about Char 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 coming from Eagle Point Town?" Xia Ya asked.
"No, I left there after I separated from you."
Semele seemed to understand what Char wanted to say, he sighed.
“I have lived in that small town where I still have my faith for twenty years, and I have never encountered any disaster.
Unexpectedly, the disaster would come the moment I left.
Fate is always so cruel. "
"Yeah..." Xia Ya's eyes flashed 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 war will gradually spread to Europe and affect the world.
So, when the moment came, Dionysus was gone, and his attention was distracted by the Witch of the Wild.
Perhaps this is also the reason why Xia Ya met the God of Bacchus at a cocktail party by coincidence.
Because fate believed that he was the only one in this town who could make Dionysus leave.
When the gears of fate turn, no one can resist.
A true weaver is not affected by fate, but he still carries the fate given to him by the previous weaver.
Xia Ya felt that this should also be one of the "tutorials" left by the old man, to feel the movement of destiny through the way of carrying destiny.
"Are you going to save that town?" Alicia asked.
"Why should we save him?" Semele asked.
"Those are your followers, aren't they?" Alicia said.
Semele laughed twice, "Mythical stories about gods responding to the prayers of their devout believers happened 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 right now, how many truly pious 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 flag, what they will see will only be filthier than the rats in the ditch." Nature.
Although they hold high the sacred banner, everything they do is to satisfy their own selfish desires.
I have seen too many people like this. "
"God will no longer respond to this world."
Semele said calmly.
"Humanity has been cut off from the gods. This is your choice."
Semmerer's words continued.
“The war will eventually end, the town will eventually be rebuilt, and people will come and go on the streets again. Maybe the Bacchanalia will no longer exist, but people will always look for an opportunity to start a carnival.
In a few hundred years, this war may only become a page in the heavy 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 a hundred years.
Interfering or not is meaningless, right? "
Alicia fell silent, and she realized something. God's perspective was completely different from her mortal perspective.
She glanced at Xia Ya subconsciously.
Because Xia Ya said something very similar to her before.
"Humanity can only be saved by humans themselves." Xia Ya continued.
They didn't discuss this topic for long, and then they discussed more about the tavern.
Semele provided all the drinks, so Char also gave him a small share. For Char, this was just a way to pass time, and it didn't matter how much money he made.
This is naturally insignificant to God, but it can increase his sense of participation.
In fact, he seemed to find some fun in it and made many comments.
The tavern opened the next day, without any exaggerated publicity or opening rewards. Just open the door, hang up the business 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. They don't have to worry about the rent. The shelf life of the wine is very long, so they don't have to worry about losing money because they can't sell it. The store is not big, and it can be done with a little cleaning. Very clean.
However, Chara and Semele are still very concerned about this. They will wear their best clothes every day, and Alicia will also wear an apron.
At first, people around the street were just curiously looking at the newly opened pub from outside, and were very interested in the unique decoration inside.
Later, several workers from nearby factories came in, but they did not order because as soon as they came in, Xia Ya showed them the rules written on the drawing board.
For example, they were not allowed to make loud noises, fights, smoke or cigars. This was almost a perfect stepping stone for them, so they turned around and left without even ordering a drink.
As Alicia said, when Char wanted to open a quiet tavern, the tavern business had nothing to do with these workers.
They were tired and came to the pub to relax after get off work. Naturally, they would not be happy if they had to abide by a bunch of rules when they came to this place.
So in the first few days, their business could almost be described as bleak, but on the third day, they still welcomed a customer.
He was a very well-dressed man, wearing a rococo-style blue suit, a golden-white wig, and a three-cornered hat. He looked like he was an official somewhere.
Wearing wigs was still very common in the West at the beginning of the 18th century. Due to genetic problems, Western men's hair loss problem was very serious.
It is worth mentioning that in addition to genes, there are two important reasons why European men at that time were always troubled by hair loss.
First, syphilis was widespread at that time, and one of the manifestations of patients was hair loss.
The other is related to the living habits of Europeans at the time - it is said that people at the time believed that bathing would bring evil spirits to the body, so that not bathing became the norm, and the scalp, which is prone to oiliness, became even more greasy. Unfortunately, hair loss has become a completely natural situation.
Wigs are very expensive in this era and cannot be afforded by ordinary people, so those who can wear wigs are generally the upper class.
Of course, the person in front of him should have a simple genetic problem, which Char could still see.
He looked a little tired, sat down directly on the chair in front of the bar, and said weakly.
"Bring me a glass of rum."
Xia Ya didn't say anything, but silently took out a wine glass from under the table and poured him a glass of rum.
The man picked up the drink and drank it in one gulp. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the wine glass in his hand in surprise.
"The wine you have here is really good."
As he said this, he noticed the surrounding environment. Just as Alicia felt, such decoration was definitely quite visually impactful in this era.
He also noticed the rules written on the drawing board on one side. He didn't care about these rules because he came in to drink because there were fewer people in this pub and it was relatively quiet.
At this time, he realized that what he had entered did not seem to be an ordinary tavern.
He looked at the young man in front of him curiously.
He is very young and wears a very energetic vest, which is in line with the aesthetics of the Brittanians, especially his special temperament, which is as quiet and deep as the night, and has a unique sense of nobility.
Of course it was Char, because there were too few people, so Semele hid in the wine cellar to study new mixed wines.
"You look very tired." Xia Ya smiled, "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 names he had never heard of before, but since the rum here was so delicious, the specialty wines should also be good.
"Then have a glass of that margarita."
Xia Ya smiled and took out a goblet from under the table. It looked very special. Different from ordinary goblets, it was in the shape of an inverted cone.
Under the gaze of the man, Char performed some dazzling operations in front of him. He first put a lime slice on the edge of the wine glass and twisted it around to wet the edge, and then turned the wine glass upside down on a small saucer with salt. Turn up for a week.
When it was straightened again, the edge of the wine glass was stained with a lace like snowflakes.
Then, he took out a unique container called a shaker, which was specially used for mixing wine.
He took out a few ice cubes from under the counter and put them into the shaker, then poured in tequila, Cointreau, and lime juice in order and started shaking vigorously.
The shaker made a nice sound as it was shaken.
That was definitely not the sound of liquid sloshing, the man thought.
Then, he saw Xia Ya holding the Xueke pot in her left hand and throwing it behind her back, then took it out.
Just when he thought the pot was about to fall to the ground and scatter all over the place, Xia Ya's right hand accurately caught the thrown Xueke pot.
His eyes never changed, his eyes never looked at the pot, he seemed to be at ease.
This juggling-like scene made him feel very novel. He had never seen this kind of bartending method.
However, the mixing time was not long. Xia poured the wine in the shaker into the goblet, but did not damage the snow rim he had just created.
Finally, he put a piece of lime on the edge of the glass as a garnish, and spread his hands to the man to indicate that he could drink.
Out of curiosity, the man picked up the wine glass, observed it for a while, and then drank it in small sips.
The taste is rich, and the fresh fruity aroma of Cointreau and the special aroma of tequila are perfectly mixed together. It is sour and sweet in the mouth, very refreshing, and dispels the fatigue in his heart.
Feeling the very rich taste, he opened his eyes in surprise. He had drank both tequila and Cointreau, but he never thought that these two things would taste so good when combined with lime juice.
No, maybe it has something to do with the boss's special way of shaking, he thought to himself.
"My name is Zoro," Zoro said. "Herald of the Queen's Black Staff."
"Hello." Xia Ya nodded politely, "My name is Merlin, the owner of this tavern."
He staged a magic battle for the people of Eagle Point Town not long ago. At this time, his other name may have been heard by some people in the imperial capital. Changing his name is the best choice.
Since he was Arthur's teacher, the name Merlin was perfect.
Zoro looked at the wine list on one side. There were many names on it that he had never heard of.
“Are all the names on this wine list mixed wines like this?”
"Yes." Xia Ya said, "Do you want to continue giving it a try?"
Solo hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to be busy with. The fate of this country is now in my hands."
Xia Ya asked curiously, "What happened?"
It seemed that because of the delicious cocktail, Zoro let down his guard against the tavern owner in front of him, and 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?" Xia Ya said.
What happened in Eagle Point Town has been spread throughout the imperial capital, but obviously, it has not caused any waves. First, the West Asian Empire often fights with Britannia, and second, the distance is too far.
"Not only." Zoro said with a gloomy face, "The West French Empire is also going to declare war on the Empire."
