Alcohol is a bad thing.
This should be the longest-standing stereotype in Valentine's mind.
Even though he has lived in another world for thousands of years, he still likes to drink one or two cans of beer⑨ when he has nothing to do, and he knows the benefits of wine to the human body...
Valentine will still look at the can in his hand with colored glasses.
Because of this, he also has a bad impression of places related to alcohol.
Even though he has never set foot in it or seen what it's like inside.
In Valentine's little mind, the interior of the bar is colorful, brighter than the hair of the Burial Love family. It is rock music that is enough to deafen people, and it may also be mixed with various meaningless modalities.
Countless young men and women gathered on the central dance floor, swaying their hair wildly, venting their energy in psychedelic chaos, and they seemed to never get tired.
The DJ on the stage seemed to be a necromancer. His hands rubbing the discs were controlling the souls of the young men and women under the stage, allowing them to devour their own minds and everything except their bodies.
And the wine in the bar is not much better. They are all inferior products that are impossible to see on the market. They are sold in fancy packaging, and their value is not even as good as water.
Valentin really couldn't figure out why Raphael wanted to go to such a gold-selling cave where a bunch of demons were dancing.
If it's just dryness, forget it, the key is that it's still messy.
People are not awake in this environment, and there are dangers lurking everywhere, and they might explode at some point.
But since Raphael wanted to go, Valentin didn't want to spoil her interest.
We can only follow along and block the danger for her.
Even if the spirit behind her is not present at the moment, her Origin Stone skills are enough to prevent the girls from being harmed in the slightest.
"Come on, why are you dazed?"
Raphael's urging sounded in his ears.
Valentin came to his senses and looked away from the signboard of Lingyun Bar.
"This is my first time in a place like this."
He walked quickly among the girls and spoke softly.
The name "Lingyun" always reminds Valentine of the Lingyun band on Earth in his previous life.
During his high school period, when spiritual food was most scarce, this band from Finland, a snowy country, and several other metal bands enriched Valentine's inner world, allowing him to step into the depths of fantasy, until he stepped off the high platform. The moment he jumped.
Sometimes Valentin would think that it was these rock bands and those fanciful novels that ignited the fire of imagination, and that Jiao Zhengyu would appear in reality contrary to common sense, and gave him a reason for playing "Arknights" Opportunity to travel through time.
But it's obvious that this Lingyun bar has nothing to do with that band, it's just a coincidence.
The decoration near its door is full of sharpness, like countless sharp irregular-shaped daggers inserted into it, pointing directly at the sky, giving people the illusion that even their sight will be scratched.
It doesn't match the style of Lingyun Band at all.
This makes Valentine a little regretful.
"At a loss?"
Raphael stared into the dragon man's eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Maybe."
Valentine was noncommittal.
He turned his head and met the angel's gaze.
"Have you been to a place like this before?"
"certainly."
Raphael took his arm and talked about the past.
"You know, I left Rutland when I was nineteen and traveled around the world of Terra."
“I’ve seen a lot of different people and things, and I’ve been everywhere.”
"The bar is just a small thing."
"Then you are quite strong."
Valentine interjected.
These words surprised Raphael. She turned to look at the man beside her and raised her eyebrows: "Am I always a powerless ordinary doctor in your eyes?"
"……Seems to be."
There was silence for a few seconds before Valentine answered.
Searching my memory, most of the words related to Raphael are sacred, flawless and noble.
These adjectives are very suitable for the image of "a religious saint from another world", a common image in time-travel novels.
Raphael is indeed quite suitable, after all, he is the saint of Lateran.
But what is different from that kind of "saint girl" is that underneath this delicate and beautiful appearance, there is power beyond ordinary people.
Valentine couldn't remember anything else, but in the preparation time before the Battle of Qicheng, he clearly remembered how Raphael picked up an anti-equipment rifle weighing more than ten kilograms with one hand and played with it easily.
But at that time, he just had a bad imagination that he might be beaten on the bed.
In addition, this sister has been fighting with a gun, which further affects Valentine's assessment of her physical fitness.
Now that he got out of this misunderstanding, he realized how powerful this sister was.
He left his hometown at the age of nineteen and traveled alone to the world of Terra for six years. This is no less valuable than Xing Yihuang's journey through the snowfields in winter.
"I suddenly felt so weak."
Having figured it out, Valentine shuddered and crossed his arms.
Kuso...did he get the wrong script?
No wonder it has such a body.
Now he feels that he is a saint from another world, while Raphael and Xing Yihuang are brave men, and the only ones they fight against are monsters and monsters.
"No, you are strong."
Raphael chuckled, narrowed his eyes, and lightly swiped his lips with the tip of his tongue.
Their eyes met, and Valentine instantly understood what this sister meant.
He subconsciously held his waist.
Sure enough, I got the wrong script...
“Welcome~”
"Wish you all a wonderful night~"
Just when Valentin felt that this trip to the bar was about to end prematurely, the doorman's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.
Looking at the door that opened towards him, Valentin stabilized his mind and stepped forward. Like a martyr, he walked into the hell on earth in his mind.
At the same time, a spell wave spread out in all directions with him as the center, instantly covering the place.
———————After a while————————
"...So, you don't want me to come here?"
After listening to Valentin's story, Raphael suppressed his smile and said.
"Uh, yes."
A flush appeared on Valentine's cheeks, and his eyes drifted to other places, not daring to look at the angel in front of him.
"You're thinking of a nightclub, not a bar..."
Finally, Raphael couldn't help it anymore, turned his head and covered his mouth and chuckled.
She really didn't expect that this man who had been the leader of a gang in Qicheng for two years would be so "pure".
…
Valentin stepped into the bar a few minutes ago, with a stern look on his face and his body on the verge of explosion. As long as there is the slightest danger, the blue thunder will cover the girls and protect them.
As a result, when he saw the true appearance inside Lingyun Bar, he was suddenly stunned, and his body's defenses were instantly lowered.
This bar is different from what Valentin thought. It can even be said to be the complete opposite.
There were no flashes of light in front of me, no crowds of people destroying their bodies like madmen, no DJs in strange clothes playing discs.
What I hear in my ears is not noisy and restless rock music, but ballads with a sense of vicissitudes of life. The performer on the stage was a young woman in ordinary clothes, holding an old guitar in her arms, and her voice was hoarse, as if she had smoked too many cigarettes.
But it’s more appropriate to sing a song with a rich sense of history, just like the guitar in her arms.
There were several small round tables around the stage, with guests sitting here and there. Most people had a glass of wine in front of them, and some had empty tables, as if they were here specifically to enjoy the singer's performance.
The overall atmosphere was very quiet, reminding Valentine of a library - except that the "books" here were the wine in front of them, or the singing on the stage.
Raphael noticed the change in Valentin's expression, but said nothing. Instead, he took him to the bar and ordered a drink before asking why.
Then Valentine said what he had just thought.
As a result, Raphael almost laughed out loud.
The waiter behind the bar who was mixing drinks for Xing Yihuang almost threw the mixing pot away.
It was obvious that the bartender had just started working and it was the first time he heard such remarks, so his reaction was a little bigger.
"Your wine, miss."
Stopping the action, the bartender pours the wine into the glass, then adds a cherry, and the glass of wine is completed.
"Jinfushi, please use it slowly."
Xing Yihuang looked at the cocktail pushed in front of him, picked it up and took a sip, frowning slightly.
But nothing was said.
It's not that the bartender's skills are bad, but that the golden fizz isn't exciting enough.
As a girl who grew up in the snowfields, she was used to the punch of vodka and fell in love with this water of life that could make her stomach burn in seconds.
Xing Yihuang could have just ordered a glass of vodka, but this was a bar with many nice-sounding and beautiful cocktails. She also wanted to try it, so she ordered this transparent Gold Fizz on the recommendation of the bartender.
However, although it is not exciting enough, it still tastes pretty good.
After savoring the wine for a while, Xing Yihuang took another sip of wine and turned to look at the two people on the left. He quickly looked away and focused again on the cocktail in front of him.
After experiencing that incident, her mentality had calmed down, and she had no energy to fight.
As long as he is still by his side.
Thinking like this, Xing Yihuang gently held the wine glass with his left hand, rubbed the wall of the glass slowly and repeatedly with his thumb, and entered a state of wandering into the world again.
As a result, the soul was pulled back by Raphael as soon as it left the body.
"Let's go sit there for a while."
The angel held a glass of purple cocktail and pointed towards a certain corner.
Xing Yihuang didn't look at it and nodded.
"good."
She has always been very easy-going.
Just when he got up to leave, Xing Yihuang subconsciously looked in the direction of Valentine.
She saw her lover walking towards a film woman with elegant and sexy clothes and long wavy hair.
Xing Yihuang's heart did not waver.
She was just a little strange. She seemed to have seen that woman before?
