A hairless cat walked into the store. Purple skin, thin body, golden eyes scanning the store with curiosity and surprise.
Why is there such a tomb in the royal tomb? And... living people? After the gate of the royal mausoleum was closed, Barus wandered around the mausoleums extending in all directions, chasing the intermittent ringing at that time, and then found this place.
The door opened automatically, but it couldn't hold back its curiosity and came in anyway.
"Wow, it's a dog." Diluke by the door pointed at it and shouted. Barus was speechless for a while. She actually thought of me as a dog?
fool. Fortunately, another woman next to her corrected her in time: "Diluke, this is a cat."
"But it doesn't have fur. Aren't cats all furry and cute?"
"There are also such hairless varieties. Ah, sorry, guests, please find a seat and sit down." Lanya suddenly remembered her responsibilities and greeted her quickly.
Since it can enter this bar, it must understand what I say. Lanya thought. The hairless cat glanced at her, then quietly walked to the bar, his footsteps silent and very elegant.
...But Lanya still can't appreciate this kind of cat. She hopes that the cat god named Charles will come again.
Barrus jumped lightly onto the bar, still making no sound. It quietly observed the man in front of it, secretly guessing his identity.
Is he a servant of Death?
"Hello, guest." The man smiled at it. guest? When reading, it doesn't know what a guest means, it only knows a host.
In the eyes of Barus, the dead King of Yellow Sand is not its owner. It has no owner. In other words, it is the owner of the King of Yellow Sand.
It thinks that it is the master of the King of Yellow Sand, and that stupid man is just its servant.
"Would you like a drink?" It understood this sentence. The man probably wanted it to drink something. It happened to be thirsty, so it nodded slightly.
The man took out the menu and placed it in front of it. There were words and pictures on the menu, and they were some drinks that looked crystal clear.
It's wine, it smells of wine. But it was too lazy to look, and turned its head to the side, looking at the bottles on the wine cabinet.
"I understand, then let me recommend it to you." The man said. The man took a plate, sprinkled some salt on the plate, and then inverted the transparent wine glass on the plate, so that the rim of the glass was stained with some salt.
A few pure ice cubes condensed in the air, fell into the pure glass, and then poured pure wine. The wine looked like water and was completely transparent, but Burrus's nose told it that it was not water. , but some kind of hard liquor.
It drank wine in the palace, and it was all top-quality wine made from grapes in the oasis. Before leaving the coffin, he secretly drank the burial wine in the tomb.
Well, it can’t be counted as secretly drinking, because I was the only one alive there. Barrus thought. Finally, the man cut open a fruit that was golden on the outside but red on the inside - not with a knife, but with magic.
Barus had seen the magic of the priests, but he had never seen the priests use magic to cut fruit. The plump fruit, which was larger than its head, was floating in the air. It was cut into eight pieces by invisible forces, and then the skin was peeled off, leaving only the plump red fruit clustered together.
In the end, the plump fruit grains were crushed by invisible force, and the light red liquid was squeezed out. Barus suddenly remembered the ceremony that day, the ceremony in which its most loyal servant was cut into eight pieces by the priests.
Uh, damn, don't remind me of that again, forget about that night. It lowered its head, a flash of pain in its eyes.
A wine glass was pushed in front of it.
"Guest, yours, please use it."
