Many people were devoured and wiped out, leaving orphans and widowed mothers behind, and completely disappeared without a trace, far more than leaving a little property for their mothers and daughters.

This is the real society, this is their way of survival.

Their little thoughts couldn't be hidden from an old man like Craven, but he had no intention of stopping him at all. Instead, he winked at Gavin and showed a smile that all men knew.

He has also experienced this since he was young. As long as you and I are willing to do this kind of thing, Gavin has enough means to capture them all, and he doesn't care.

For Gavin, one or two is a blessing, while a group of two is a disaster.

He has not yet reached the supreme state of being able to walk among thousands of flowers without even a single leaf touching him.

The only thing that can be done is to learn business from the tavern owner in a serious manner, and ask: "Since it is the lowest bartending skill, is there an intermediate one? A higher one?"

"Of course." Craven said proudly, "We won't talk about the middle-level ones. This is related to personal skills and unevenness. Let's talk about the highest-level ones, which are mind-viewing cocktails, using wine as a metaphor for people.

, the blending of love and wine, to achieve the purpose of emotional release. As long as you touch this threshold, you are considered to be an entry-level person. You have broken away from the low level and reached the level of Guanxin Cocktail. It is considered to be a step into the highest palace. The entire Northland, this

There are not many bartenders of this caliber.”

Gavin said thoughtfully: "The negative energy contained in ghost wine itself has the effect of catalyzing emotions and has unique advantages. I can understand this blend of love and wine. In the absence of ghost wine, the teacher is

How is this done?”

"Watch it." Craven did not answer Gavin directly, but returned to the bar again, cleaned the shaker inside and out, and finally took out a bottle of holy water from under the bar and poured it into the shaker.

In the wine jug, it was cleaned again.

Although this old adventurer has retired, he still has no less preparations.

After completely clearing the remaining negative energy of the ghost wine in the shaker, Craven began his smooth operation again. He added a large number of various mixing materials into the shaker.

He used a spicy spirit as the main ingredient, and then added later, except for a small amount of tempering agent, mainly fire-attribute materials.

However, Gavin's main attention was still on the changes in Craven's own aura.

Just like last time, he once again entered the deep synchronicity, but it was no longer so gloomy. His whole body was filled with anger, and his muscles were bulging high, like a barbarian who entered a violent state.

There will be a big fight.

Just like last time, Craven mixed not one glass of wine, but sixteen glasses. The extra two glasses were prepared for the new guests.

You could tell at a glance that they were locals. When they came in, they didn't say anything when they saw this situation. They just sat down at the bar and looked at Craven longingly.

It's rare for Father Craven to do something good himself, so if it happens to him, he won't let it go.

Father Craven didn't chase them away, he treated them equally and prepared a cup for them.

It's just different from the last time when there were fourteen cups in a pot and the cups were different. This time it was an assembly line and the sixteen cups were all exactly the same regardless of size, color or smell.

It's a small thumb cup, so even a woman can drink it in one gulp.

Every time a drink came out, he flicked it on the glass and slid it in front of a drinker. No more, no less, right in the center of his body, showing off his extraordinary control.

The last cup was placed in front of Gavin, and Craven solemnly made a gesture of invitation, "Flaming Fury, please!"

Gavin drank the cocktail called Flame Fury without hesitation.

It was really a burning fire that entered the throat, from the tongue to the throat to the intestines and stomach, everything it passed was in a burning state. It felt like drinking vodka, the water of life.

Along with the flames, there was an uncontrollable anger. The blood in the whole body surged, the muscles bulged uncontrollably, and there was a desire to vent and destroy.

Gaiwen instinctively glanced at his properties panel.

As expected, my strength and physique have been improved at the same time, and some spell-related abilities have been restricted.

This is no longer an ordinary wine, but a cup of out-and-out magic wine, which produces a pseudo-violent effect. It has this effect on ordinary people, but for those barbarians who have the ability to be violent, it is simply a holy product of wine.

further catalyze their violent abilities.

Gavin was still able to control himself with his strong will, and the behavior of the female mages and waitresses became more heroic one by one.

"Good wine, good wine, but too little. Have another glass."

"Are you interested in a competition? Come on, let's compare our strength."

"What's the point of comparing strength? It's boxing! It's wrestling! Just like Ms. Delara opposite, smearing mead all over her body and wrestling naked, that's what it's like!"

"That's right, come here, come here!"

"You think I don't dare, but do you?"

"Come just come, who is afraid of whom! Why don't you come?"

"Ha...brainless guy, what are you thinking about? I'm a mage, how can I have a wrestling match with you, a thief!"

"Shameless!"

"Haha... who told you to only grow breasts and not a brain!"

Gavin ignored the women who were laughing and making noise around him at all, and said thoughtfully: "It's not to trigger their own emotions, but to use their own emotions as a primer and wine as a medium to attract the drinkers.

Introducing the corresponding emotions, or the atmosphere, well, no, this depends on the person.

For a couple who are in love, it is definitely inappropriate to serve them two glasses of Fiery Fury, because it may mislead their emotions and trigger conflicts. No matter how good the wine is, they will be annoyed afterwards.

, give a negative review.

If there is a group of sailors who have just landed ashore and are having fun, giving them a glass of Fiery Fury will definitely ignite the atmosphere of the entire tavern."
Chapter completed!