"Your wine."
A crystal champagne glass spun and landed in front of Mine. The wine in the glass was a charming light purple. There were no ice cubes, only pure and simple purple wine, which matched her gentle purple shawl long hair very well. Works well with people.
A few lavender buds float quietly on the surface of the wine glass.
Holding the wine glass between two slender fingers, she gently brought it close to her face. Mine inhaled slightly, and the mixed aroma of wine and lavender drifted into her nose.
"Well, that's pretty good."
Mine took a sip and gave a satisfactory evaluation with a smile.
"It's a good idea to mix different wines together to create a new taste experience. Maybe I can try it too."
"I should have done this a long time ago. It's just like making a magic potion." She added to herself as she took another sip of wine.
Potion?
After photocopying a hundred books in the magic book, Ringer has read most of them and has a certain understanding of the common sense of this world.
As far as he knew, the witch's potion could even change the physical form, such as turning the person who drank it into a frog, or some other creature or object.
"Does it have a name?" Mine asked, shaking the remaining half of the wine in the glass.
Just like each potion is given a unique name by its creator, this wine, which is a mixture of different wines, should also have its own name.
"Ms. Lavender," Ringer replied. "Used 1¼ ounces London dry gin, ½ ounce violet liqueur, ¼ ounce maraschino liqueur, 2 Dash lavender bitters, ¾ ounce champagne."
The detailed recipe behind is for Elise.
Elise was like an apprentice, nodding her little head and listening.
"What is Dash?"
"The common unit of measurement for bartending is about one-third of a bar spoon, one-forty-eighth of an ounce, and is often used for bitters or essential oils that are used in very small amounts."
The scene in front of her suddenly reminded Mine of the time when she taught potions lessons to the rookies, and she couldn't help but smile.
She put down her glass. The glass of wine has been finished.
"Although this glass of wine is delicious, I still have to say that your store occupies our precious bathroom. What should we do when we take a shower in the future?" Mine looked into Ringer's eyes.
Ringer organized his words with some guilt, and finally could only say: "We are open six hours a day."
"In other words, when you are not open for business, the door leading here will disappear?"
Ringer nodded.
"Huh, I'm relieved then. That fantasy bathroom took me a lot of effort, and building another one would be too tiring. But..."
Mine's voice changed.
"Isn't it rude to occupy our bathroom space without notifying us in advance? Some of our witches have fixed bathing time every day, and the bathing time overlaps with your business hours. What should we do next?”
"Well, this..." Ringer thought about how to respond.
Out of politeness, he should probably ask the door spirit to change the exit node, but he was not sure if the door spirit would listen to him.
He is just a clerk, not a store manager.
At this time, Mine smiled and said:
"Haha, actually I don't care. I like to take a bath in the early morning. So, if you can persuade them with wine or other methods, then I have no problem with it."
Well, this is a good idea. "Thank you for your understanding. I will try to persuade the witch who enters our store."
Mine stood up, looked around the store, and finally blinked her beautiful eyes at Linge.
"It may be selfish to say this, but I personally like it here, so you must convince them and don't let them come to my place to complain."
As she spoke, she took out a golden check from her collar and placed it on the table.
"I paid for their drinks in advance." The amount of the check was one hundred thousand gold.
"When the amount is overdrawn, please remind me and I will give you a new one." Mine added with a smile.
Lin Ge looked at the golden check on the table and thought to himself, one hundred thousand gold, according to the store's pricing, even if a hundred witches came to drink every day, it would probably take several years to drink enough wine for this amount.
What's more, there are probably not that many witches, so this check will only last longer.
When she turned around and was about to leave, Ringer suddenly stopped her.
"Ms. Mine."
The slender legs under the black high-slit skirt stopped moving. Mine turned her head and asked Ringer with her beautiful purple eyes, is there anything else?
Ringer pointed to the white bath towel on the small round wine table: "This was left by the lady before."
When Maine saw the bath towel, she smiled softly and gave Linger a meaningful look.
"Leave this here until she comes to pick it up. By the way, her name is Dale."
After saying that, she left the bar.
Layla, who was sitting in front of the bar, suddenly exclaimed, staring at the golden check left by the witch.
"Ah, she is from Nightingale Publishing House?"
Ringer looked at the text on the check and saw the words "Nightingale Press" written in elegant handwriting.
"Nightingale Publishing House?"
Layla showed Ringer the title page she brought. This book was called "The Playboy Devil" and was published by Nightingale Publishing House, which was written as the payee on the check.
"Nightingale Publishing House publishes mostly, but also a small amount of poetry and prose. My favorite Demon series is published by this publishing house. The witch sister just now was able to come up with a check of this amount, He must be a senior executive of Nightingale Publishing House, maybe he knows Teacher Yewu." Leila's tone suddenly became excited.
"Teacher Ye Wu is my favorite author," Leila added. "All of her books are related to demons. I have collected every one of them. This one, "The Devil in the Heart," was also written by her."
Seeing Leila's excited look, Linge suddenly realized that it seemed that her unrealistic fantasies about demons came from these.
"Teacher, do you want to watch it? It's really exciting." Leila once again recommended to Ringe what she had brought.
Lin Ge wanted to refuse, but when he saw the look of expectation in her eyes, his heart softened and he thought it didn't matter if he took a look, so he took the book she handed over with both hands and opened a page at random, and saw the devil and the pure angel. Passionate drama.
He glanced at a few more pages and his expression became strange.
No wonder Layla knew so much at such a young age, and would even use her sister's personal belongings to trade with men she met for the first time. It turned out to be this way.
Devils don't just like to make deals with people.
He closed the book and silently handed it back to Layla.
"Don't you like it, teacher?"
"Well written, but not for me."
Layla was a little disappointed, so she could only take the book back and continue reading by herself.
Not long after, one of the witches that Mine said must take a bath on time every day walked into the store.
"Please close immediately."
The young witch with white hair and black robe said this as soon as she entered the door.
