The Red Widow is back on the hunt. The Red Widow is the nickname of this woman. She is not a widow. Her name is Sally. She is a homosexual and only targets handsome men. Any man who is with her will die soon. She also likes to wear red, so she is named the Red Widow. And she is also the third in command of Scarlet Rose, which is synonymous with the city of chaos and red-light district. As long as it involves eroticism, the Bloody Rose is the absolute authority. Wright didn't understand, but as he watched the woman rubbing the back of his hand with a teasing look in her eyes, he understood that the woman was in heat. Wright pulled his hand out with disgust, picked up the number plate, held the tray, and turned and left. The drinkers nearby saw this scene and showed an expression of disbelief. The next second, a whistle was blown. The Red Widow, who had never failed before, actually failed. You know, if Red Widow invited these drinkers to interact, they would not refuse even if they knew they would die.
But the little waiter at Charles Tavern openly rejected her. This is indeed a shocking move. The Red Widow Sally drank the glass of red wine, her eyes were always on Wright, and she licked her red lips with her tongue from time to time, which was extremely charming. Sally shook her wine glass, and her steps swayed along with it. Swing all the way to the bar. "Charles, where did you get this treasure? Give me a price. I don't mind money or anything else." As she said this, she teased Charles with her hands. Charles wiped the wine glass and shook his head: "Lady Sally, this kid probably won't live long with you. I think he has a talent for being a waiter, so let him stay here." "Am I ignorant? Does serving tea and water require talent? Or are you reluctant, Charles?" "If I go to Leah and complain that you seduced me, what do you think will happen to you?" Sally rolled her eyes at Charles. "A man who doesn't understand romance." And watching Wright working diligently, Sally was a little obsessed. "It seems that besides Bloody Laka, I have another reason to come here often." Sarika looked determined to win. "Sooner or later, this waiter is mine, Charles." "Then I can only wait and see, my Lady Sally." Sally drank the wine in her glass and placed a bag of money on the bar. Then she left the pub, twisting her sexy hips. The drinkers stared at Sally, while Charles just quietly observed Wright. At this time, Wright was cleaning up the mess left by the drinkers.
He had seen all of Wright's evasive moves before. This man might not be suitable for this city, but he was surprisingly compatible with the Charles Tavern. Wright worked until late at night, when the pub closed. Wright was sweeping the floor and pushing stools and chairs under the table. The originally messy tavern has now become much more orderly, but Wright knows that this is only temporary and things will become chaotic again tomorrow. At this time, a rich aroma came from the kitchen. Following the temperature, Wright saw Charles making fried rice. Compared to the temperament of a senior butler wearing a bartender's uniform. Charles at this time was a little wild and unruly. The loose vest looks like a tight-fitting garment because of his huge muscles. In particular, while frying the rice, he paused and took a puff of his cigarette. Wright doesn't smoke, but he thinks Charles is damn handsome. I guess he must have been a popular guy when he was young. Seeing that the meal was almost ready, Wright took out two bowls from the bowl rack. Charles was just about to ask Wright to get the bowl, but seeing that Wright was already prepared, he nodded with satisfaction. "Quite sensible." Because the kitchen was a bit narrow and there was no space for a table, Wright filled two large bowls of fried rice with it and placed the fried rice on a table closer to the bar. Charles brought two spoons. Wright took the spoon and they started eating face to face. Compared to Charles, Wright eats very quickly. Although they had only spent a short time together, Charles, who had seen countless people, was roughly aware that the young man in front of him did not speak his language. Chapter 61: Chats among Drinkers Both sides rely on watching for 70% and guessing for 30%. It’s not a big deal. The first time Charles saw Wright, he felt that this guy was very much to his liking. Charles never imagined that the boy he took in on a whim would cause quite a stir in this chaotic city full of powerful people in the future. The two were halfway through their meal when they suddenly heard a chase outside the tavern. The thing was quite big, as if there was just a door between them. The door of the tavern was about to be pushed open from the outside, and the next second a scream was heard. The scream was so real that Wright could conclude that the man was right at the door. The door of the pub was opened a little, and then closed again. It was quiet outside again.
Wright looked quietly at the closed door of the tavern, and Charles stood up and pulled the bolt. "Be careful, it's very dangerous here at night. When most people have left, you should lock the door." Wright nodded. Obviously, this is not a low-probability event. After clearing the table, Wright returned to his lounge. After wiping the unfortunate Carl's body, he lay down on the bed and tried to fall asleep. It may be due to the unfamiliar climate or it may be that the previous experience was a bit shocking. Wright couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and opened the door. I found Charles leaning in a chair, stroking a stone necklace intently. Wright could see that Charles was reminded of someone else by the sight of the object. Wright patrolled the bar, looking at the bottles and jars of flavored liquors. "Want to try?" Wright looked up at Charles who had arrived at the bar at some point. Wright pointed at the wine, then at himself. An expression that said, "Can I do this?" Charles nodded in agreement. He was also curious about what Wright would do next. Wright pulled a small cup from the cup holder. Put the ingredients needed to make the cocktail into your mouth one by one. Just like Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs. The only difference is that some herbs are poisonous, but wine is not. Moreover, Wright first looked, then smelled and finally tasted. This method is the most direct. After tasting each one, Wright takes out a notebook and records the taste of each one. If I'm not sure, I'll drink a few more times to confirm. Wright tasted it all night and Charles watched it all night. He witnessed with his own eyes that Wright went from being a complete novice to being able to tell what something was just by smelling it. Wine tasting is a science, and Wright clearly understands the essence of it. But this is all Wright can do, after all, he still needs to do business.
There are usually not many people in the morning, but after noon, more and more people start to come. Despite the language barrier, the two of them still cooperated very well. One mixes the drinks, the other serves them. All the strangers who didn't come often came when they heard that there was a new waiter in the pub. At this time, a two-meter-tall orc with a bear face and a human body started to tease. "Charles, your new waiter is a mute." Charles smiled and retorted: "Big Bear, if you shut up your shit mouth, you should be able to live a few more years." For a moment, the drinkers in the pub burst into laughter. This is the usual atmosphere in Charles Tavern, with some vulgar and impolite jokes. Such remarks are just passed over and no one takes them seriously. It is worth mentioning that this drinker called Big Bear had a nearly beheading sword on the table. After all, it would be more realistic to let farmers' dogs learn to drive tractors than to educate these desperate criminals who live on the edge of a knife. When he was not working, Wright would always observe Charles' movements in mixing cocktails and the proportions of the drinks. The guests in the pub also started chatting. "By the way, I haven't seen Chel for a long time. What is he doing recently?" "He died in the arena half a month ago." Cher was also a frequent visitor to Charles's tavern and even owed Charles money for a few drinks. Upon hearing the news of the death of a familiar drinker, the atmosphere in the pub suddenly calmed down, but it returned to its previous state after a while. They were all used to it. Everyone in the pub was living a life of uncertainty. Many times, they come here not to drink, but just to use alcohol to numb themselves and relieve their stress. Over time, this becomes a habit. "The points in the Arena will be reset the day after tomorrow. Some of you want to rush for points at the beginning of the season." "No, no, I heard that the arena has added several powerful monsters. They have been hungry for several days. I know my own weight. Anyway, you go if you want to go, I won't go. I have to spend my money first." "That's right. If you want to get points at the beginning of the season, you have to be in the top 100 of the Chaos Ranking. Big Bear, when the points are calculated, you're ranked eighth. Why don't you give it a try?" The big bear nodded. "I do have some ideas, but I heard from the grapevine that the monsters this time are extremely strong. The top 100 is not good enough, but the top 50 is probably the best." "How I got the eighth place, I know it better than anyone. So I will wait and see." Everyone looked at Big Bear with contempt. How did you get to be number eight? It’s because you used the beheading sword behind you to cut yourself out one by one.
Now that it has come to this, why are you being so humble? Of course, they only dared to speak their mind, and no one dared to truly anger the gladiators in the top ten of the list. In addition to the people who are also in the top ten of the list. The group was chatting happily, and Wright was watching carefully. He was already familiar with some of Charles's methods.