While Hoss was drinking, he said some words of thanks to Ringer, and his tone was quite sincere, but he did not stay in the store for too long.
"The job of a prison administrator is not as easy as I thought. Although I have passed the special training and my strength has increased a lot, I still lack experience in dealing with prisoners. Maybe after I get used to it, I will have more time to drink here. ." After saying this, he left the bar.
Shortly after Hoss left, Tracy also came to the store, and the dark chains wrapped around her body were still jingling.
Her chains were originally green, but since they were burned by Ringo's demonic flames last time, they turned black.
The beautiful warden walked towards the bar with a smile on her face. Karina, who was supporting her cheek with one hand and looking back, keenly noticed that something was wrong with the chain exhibitionist's eyes. She had always had those green eyes since she entered the door. Staring at Ringo.
Karina smelled a hint of threat, frowned, and thought to herself that it seemed that during her absence, Ringer was targeted by a bad woman again.
We have to guard against it! She secretly became more vigilant.
"Mr. Tongue Devil, please give me a glass of painkillers." Tracy sat down next to Karina, and her particularly gentle tone attracted Elise's surprised gaze.
Elise scratched her head and stared at the chained woman sitting in front of the bar strangely. The last two times this guy came here, his tone was obviously not so disgusting. Why did he suddenly become like this?
Did something happen between them? She remembered that not long ago, Linger went to the underground prison for the second time because of Hoss. Later, she only knew that Linger had won, but not the specific details. It seemed that something must have happened at that time.
Her eyes full of suspicion and speculation began to flicker between the two of them. Reading books
"Please call me Linge here." Linge corrected. After all, not all guests can accept his other identity. This must be considered in advance, otherwise you may lose some guests.
"Well, okay. Ringer." Tracey called obediently. Lin Ge nodded with satisfaction and turned around to prepare the wine.
Although he can now use the power of magic to make the wine move, occasionally he still wants to use ordinary methods to do it. Touching those utensils with his own hands will make him feel at ease.
While he was preparing the drinks, Karina started talking to Tracy outside the bar.
"What do you call Miss?" Tracy tilted her head, Karina's face reflected in her green eyes.
"Tracy."
"Miss Tracy is a ghost."
"Yes, what's wrong?" Tracy said without hesitation.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?"
"Of course not, I'm just asking. By the way, my name is Karina." Tracy nodded and ignored her, but Karina then asked: "It seems like this is not the first time Miss Ghost has arrived. Have you come here often before?" Tracy looked at Ringer's busy figure and replied: "I just started coming here recently."
"Miss Tracy seems to be very interested in the bartender here?" Karina finally introduced the topic.
"Of course," Tracy said with starry eyes.
"He is the only man who has seen my body, and he is the first man who has caused me pain." She recalled the pain when she was burned by Ringer's black flame.
Ringer, who was mixing drinks, heard Tracy's words. His hand holding the mixing bottle trembled slightly, and immediately several eyes came to him.
Elise, Lanya, and of course Karina all looked at him in shock. Di Lu could see that everyone was looking at Lin Ge, and they were looking at him in the same way, but she didn't know what was going on, so she gave Lin Ge a bright smile.
Just as Ringer was about to open his mouth to clarify, Tracy pulled out a white shirt from the black skull hanging around her waist, a very familiar white shirt.
Ringer quickly recalled that this was the shirt he had left behind when he escaped from the underground prison for the first time. He used the shirt with his own scent to attract Tracy Chain's attention and create an opportunity to escape. .
She still has it! That said, the pants she wore that day were still in her hands. Tracy held the white shirt in her hands, put her cheek on it, closed her eyes and said, "This is what he left for me last time."
