I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

Chapter 172 The Magical Wine

The magic array hidden here is very interesting. Julian felt it carefully, and found that he couldn't find where the rune arrays were hidden at all.

He was very interested in this, but it was a pity that the timing was wrong, so he had to temporarily suppress his curiosity and follow Andy and his wife obediently.

Old Kevin's tavern was deep in the alley. There was an old wine bottle-shaped sign outside the door. When he opened the door and walked in, Julian saw a wheel rudder hanging on the wall at first sight.

There are not many people in the tavern, but it is very distinctive. There are two people wearing black hoods sitting in the corner, and you can vaguely see the green hair occasionally exposed from under the hoods. On the table next to them, two and a half people The tall and strong men were arguing loudly with their wine glasses, blushing and not forgetting to pull their braided beards out of the wine glasses.

Sitting on the other side of the bar were two tall women. They were graceful and dissolute, and they would wink at the men next door from time to time. If they were in other pubs, such behavior would definitely attract those drunk But here, even if a drunken strong man receives eyebrows, his first reaction is not a pie from the sky, but a cold shiver, and he shrank under the table...

The appearance of Julian and Owen made the tavern quiet for a moment, but soon, this silence was broken by the crowd. Many guests greeted Andy and his wife, and some people looked at them curiously but without any malice. It fell on Julian and the others.

"Old Kevin, give me a glass of storm!" As soon as Andy entered the tavern, he felt very relaxed as if he had returned home. He sat down in front of the bar, looked at the table and said to the old man standing behind the bar.

The old man was wearing a neat uniform and a captain's cap on his head. He was doing all the actions of wiping the cup very elegantly. He had a pair of wise blue eyes, and he was full of smiles when he looked at Andy and his wife.

"Storm? Are you sure?" The old man put down the cup in his hand and said slowly, "I think maybe a rainbow is more suitable for you."

"Rainbow? Who wants to drink that bitch's chirping stuff." Andy said disdainfully, completely ignoring the old man's pitiful eyes. "Only softies drink rainbows, but real men drink storms!"

Andy's words offended a bunch of people, and there was a burst of booing in the tavern, and one of the women shouted: "Go to hell, Andy!" Dodge, Andy yelled, and dodged in embarrassment, and the ax was embedded in the bar.

Andy turned around and yelled at the woman, "I'll go, Nadia, you're serious!"

The female man named Nadia laughed loudly: "Stupid Andy! How dare you say that people who drink rainbows are softies, I'll let you try to see if I'm a softie!"

Andy was at a loss for words, turned around and said angrily, "I don't care about you bitch!"

Nadia sneered and sat back, obviously the two sides were just joking.

Andy originally thought that the matter was over, but unexpectedly when he turned around, he saw Sani with a displeased face. Andy froze, and looked at her helplessly: "What's wrong with you?"

Sani smiled and said: "I think you probably forgot, I also like to drink rainbow."

The corner of Andy's mouth twitched, and he had to beg for mercy: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, it's not a softie who drinks rainbows, it's okay!"

The voices of their husband and wife were not low. These people in the tavern were all powerful people. After hearing this, there was a burst of laughter.

A man even winked at Andy: "I said Andy, you can't do this, Sani's sneer scares you so much!"

"Go, go, it's none of your business! If you don't agree, let's go out and practice!" Andy didn't hesitate to face this man at all, and rolled up his arms and sleeves to go out and practice a few hands.

The man laughed for a while, refused to do anything with him, just laughed at him for being afraid of his wife.

Andy ignored him, turned around and said to himself naturally: "What's wrong with being afraid of your wife? You old bachelors are obviously jealous of my wife's beauty!"

Sani looked at him speechlessly, deeply regretting her original choice. Her eyes must have been blurred by something at the time, otherwise there are so many people pursuing her, how could he have chosen such a douchebag!

Seeing that the farce was over, the old man in the captain's uniform slowly pulled Nadia's ax off the bar and threw it back: "Natia, the cost of repairing the bar is two gold coins."

Nadia suddenly looked resentful, and Julian heard her complain that old Kevin was getting darker and darker, and it cost two gold coins to repair a bar!

"So..." Old Kevin looked at Owen and Julian with a smile, and raised his eyebrows: "Our new guest?"

"Hello." Julian greeted with a smile: "Do I have to say something like 'Nice to meet you?'"

"Haha, no, it's not necessary at all." Old Kevin smiled even more happily: "Since you are the guest invited by Andy, you are also my friend. There is no need to be so polite between friends."

Julian touched his chin, pretended to think for a while, and suddenly asked old Kevin: "Honestly, Mr. Kevin..."

"No no, just call me Old Kevin, that's what everyone calls me."

"Okay, old Kevin, now that we're friends, how about... how about a cup of Storm first?"

Old Kevin blinked, wowed, and gave a thumbs up: "Smart boy, trust me, the storm will never let you down!"

After speaking, he took out all kinds of ingredients and began to prepare the storm in front of Julian. With his dazzling movements, a glass of storm was soon prepared. Looking at the orange-red liquid constantly surging in the cup, Zhu Li'an swallowed hard, the wine was very strong at first glance, his drinking capacity... seems to be quite average, he can't just pour a glass, right?

He winked at Owen, telling him that if he was drunk, he must make sure he didn't do anything embarrassing.

Owen suppressed a smile and agreed, and then saw Julian pick up the cup of storm with a face of death, and drank it in one gulp.

hot!

Julian only felt that his throat was about to burn, and it was a burning pain, followed by his esophagus, his stomach.As the wine flowed, every organ exposed to the storm seemed to be ignited.

Julian deeply felt that this glass of wine should not be called a storm, but should be called magma, and that glass of wine was like surging magma, which was about to drown him.

Immediately afterwards, he felt as if a tornado was rising in his stomach, roaring along the bloody night and rushing into his brain, tearing his brain apart and messing it up, as if flying lightly.

"Julian? Julian?"

In a trance, a distant voice seemed to be calling his name. The voice was a little familiar, and it took Julian a long time to react before realizing that it was Owen calling him.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he did not fly away, but still stayed in front of the bar, and the burning feeling disappeared, and now he only felt refreshed, not only did he not feel drunk, but incomparably wide awake.

What surprised him the most was that after drinking a cup of storm, his grasp of the godhead fragments actually deepened. Although he hadn't recovered his strength, he had evolved from a sickly boy to an ordinary boy.

"Wow, this cup of storm is really strong!" Julian looked at old Kevin approvingly. If he still treats storm as an ordinary drink at this time, then he is out of his mind.

"Really, right? I also felt really good when I drank the storm for the first time!" Andy leaned over and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your recommendation." Julian thanked him, and then said to old Kevin, "Please give him a drink too." He pointed to Owen.

Such good things should of course be shared with loved ones.

Old Kevin glanced at Owen and frowned subconsciously.

"What? What's the problem?" Julian couldn't help asking.

Old Kevin shook his head: "Not everyone is suitable for storms, your friend. I think the deep sea is more suitable for him."

"Is that so?" Julian was a little confused, but old Kevin should be an expert in this area, so he decided to listen to the expert's advice.

He asked Owen a question, and after getting an answer that the other party had no objection, he smiled and said to Old Kevin: "Then please have a glass of deep sea."

Old Kevin nodded, picked up the wine glass and began to brew the deep sea. With his superb skills, soon, a glass of blue drink was placed in front of Owen.

Owen picked up the book Deep Sea and sniffed it. The taste of the wine was very light, but a slightly sour taste on a sunny day was more obvious.

Owen was a little confused. The glass of storm that Julian drank was obviously strong wine. This can be seen from the fact that his face turned red immediately after drinking it, but his glass of deep sea seemed to be more of a drink, almost There was no smell of alcohol.

He picked up the deep sea and took a sip. As he expected, the sweet and slightly sour taste took the lead, and the wine taste became the embellishment of this sweet and sour taste.

He drank the rest of the liquid in one gulp, without any strong reaction like Julian's, as if what he drank was just the most ordinary drink.

This kind of performance puzzled the crowd secretly watching, and Andy was even more straight-hearted, and directly quarreled: "I said, old Kevin, are you dying? Why didn't His Excellency Owen respond at all?"

Old Kevin took an empty wine glass and continued to wipe it. While wiping, he said, "You've already called him Your Excellency. Of course it's different from you."

Julian was thoughtful for a moment, which means... Owen is a sky knight, so these wines have no effect on him?

wrong!

If it doesn't work, he can just say it straight, there is no need to say that Irving is not suitable for the storm.

"I suggest you take him back to find a place to sleep, and the effect will appear in a while." Old Kevin reminded lightly.

"Thank you!" Julian hurriedly thanked Old Kevin, and then planned to leave, but unexpectedly, Old Kevin stretched out a hand to him, with the palm facing up: "Seven hundred gold coins."

Julian: ...

Fuck!I thought I met an expert from the outside world, but it turned out to be a black shop owner? ? ?

"You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?" Old Kevin asked suspiciously when he saw Julian's bewildered expression.

"No..." Julian couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, the old Kevin's persona collapsed in an instant, and the image of a money-grubbing old man took over...

"It's fine if you don't, I don't allow credit here." Old Kevin smiled meaningfully.

Julian: ...can I spit out the wine now?