Ringer looked back at the door of the bar. A sexy headless body wearing hollow black armor came in, holding a man's head in his hand.
The Headless Horseman, Elvie.
Here she comes again.
Karina saw her in the store for the first time and looked at her curiously. She always felt that the other person looked very friendly. It was a feeling as if she had found someone of the same kind.
"Haha, I must get my sword back today." The stubble-covered man smiled, but his beautiful body faced Elise at the bar, and he puffed out his proud chest, as if declaring war on her. .
Elise followed Ringer's example, holding a delicate glass in her hand and seemingly wiping it calmly, but Ringer noticed that the corners of her eyebrows were trembling slightly.
"Excuse me. After all, it is the guest's belongings, and they should be returned to their original owners." Elise said something that surprised everyone.
"Elise, are you out of your mind?" Karina turned back and stared at Elise with shock. At this time, she should rush forward and beat the provocative guest away.
Elise gritted her teeth and responded: "You just lost your mind, I can't be gentle."
"The word gentle comes out of your mouth. It's really strange. It's like the old hunter saying 'How can you eat a rabbit that is so cute?'"
"Ha, just wait and see, I will become more gentle in the future."
Karina laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke ever.
The Headless Horseman, who was left standing aside, not only did not pick up the sword, but instead shouted: "Hey, come here and stop me, okay?"
Irisli ignored her and continued to argue with Karina, completely pretending she didn't exist.
The Headless Horseman rushed to the bar, lifted the man's head, and slapped it on the counter.
"This is a tavern, please serve me a drink!" The cross section of the man's head and neck was flat and smooth, standing like a living sculpture on the table.
Her idea is that since it is a pub, she will never ignore the customer's order request.
Elise finally turned her head and glanced at the man with a cold expression.
"Hmph, what do you want to drink?"
A smile finally appeared on the man's weathered face, and that smile was quite meaningful.
"Anything is fine, as long as it satisfies me."
The implication is that if she cannot satisfy him, she will make excuses to cause trouble. The real purpose is self-evident.
Elise was certainly not stupid. She knew what she was planning. Her little hands under the bar were clenched into fists, wondering if she wanted to hit her directly?
But as her war horse Artiles said, not being able to beat her to death will only make her feel better and keep pestering her again and again, so she must resist the urge to beat her.
Suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder and turned her head. Ringer had walked into the bar with a confident smile.
"Let me do it."
Elise nodded subconsciously, and then obediently gave up her seat.
Ringer took out the newly purchased wand. The slender silver wand shone delicately under the lights in the store.
The man looked at the silver wand in Ringer's hand and asked, "What are you doing with the silver chopsticks?"
"This is an exquisite wand produced by Holmz." Ringer explained, waving the silver wand gently, and two wine bottles flew down from the wine cabinet behind him and landed steadily in front of him.
One was red vermouth and the other was rum.
The man looked at Ringer with interest, wanting to see what tricks he was up to. His sexy headless body was sitting on a high chair, and his amazingly long legs could still touch the ground.
"Elise, grenadine, ground coffee, simple syrup."
Elise quickly placed the three jars in front of Ringer, side by side with the two bottles of wine. The speed still made Ringer very satisfied.
When it comes to running errands and doing odd jobs, she is surprisingly useful.
Ringer snapped his fingers and made two pops, and the wine cork flew out of the bottle. Then he waved his silver wand, and two slender wine lines, one red and one white, flew out from the bottle mouth and rotated around the tip of the silver wand.
10 ml red vermouth, 30 ml rum.
His eyes scanned the three jars in front of him. The jar on the left contained grenadine, the middle contained ground coffee, and the jar on the right contained simple syrup.
The silver wand waved again, and a small ball of pomegranate syrup flew out of the jar on the left, about the size of a spoonful. A thin light red line flew out of the jar on the right, no more, no less, exactly ten milliliters, equal to the amount of pomegranate syrup. Blended together, black coffee powder rises from the middle jar and blends into the mixed syrup little by little, making the color of the mixed syrup gradually darker.
"Wine glass."
Elise quickly picked up a clean wine glass and was about to put it down when she heard Ringer say:
"Don't let go, hold on tight."
She held the wine glass and stood next to Ringer.
The mixed syrup falls into the glass, and the rum and red vermouth have also been mixed together, and then fall into the glass.
A glass of dark red wine, lighter in color at the top and darker at the bottom, like the collision of red and black.
Ringer said: "Its name is 'Red and Black', please taste it."
Hearing this, Elise placed the wine glass in front of the man's head.
The man's head took two sharp breaths and smelled an alluring aroma of wine. The body sitting on the high chair stretched out his hand, picked up the wine glass, and put it to the man's mouth.
The wine glass was slightly tilted, and the liquid was in the mouth. The sweet and rich taste made the man's head squint in comfort, and an expression appeared on his face that seemed very disgusting to Elise.
The man savored the wine in small sips, seeming to be completely immersed in the wonderful experience. The dark red wine leaked from under his neck and overflowed on the bar, like blood.
After finishing the glass, all the wine the man drank on his head leaked out from under his neck, and the dark red liquid dripped from the edge of the bar onto the wooden floor.
Although I can't absorb it, I can taste it without any problem.
The man opened his eyes and looked complicated, but he hesitated to speak.
Ringer smiled and asked: "Are the guests satisfied with this cup?"
The man sighed and said: "I lost. I have never drunk such a wonderful wine. It conquered my tongue and made me unable to say that it tasted terrible. Alas."
The headless body stood up, and when it lifted the man's head, another small stream of wine leaked from under his neck and spilled onto the floor.
"I will come again. The same wine cannot conquer me a second time. I will definitely get my sword back next time."
The sexy headless horseman raised his head and walked towards the door. Elise stood at the bar and said: "I have already said that the things should be returned to their original owners. Please take the things away and don't come back again, okay?"
The Headless Horseman didn't seem to hear him and walked out of the bar coolly.
"Did he not give any money?" Lanya stared at the closed wooden door.
"Then why didn't you stop him?" Elise asked.
"Well, because I can't beat him."
But soon, the store door opened again, and the skeleton maid Kani burst in. This time she didn't hold a broom in her hand, but a gold cup inlaid with gems.
"Excuse me, Sir Elvi, were you drinking here just now?"
