The peculiarly shaped armored vehicle was parked in front of the Old Turtle Tavern, attracting the attention of many divinely blessed people.
This kind of mechanical creation is a rare thing in Jing'an City.
Meng Yi got out of the car and rushed to the pub. After opening the door, he found that it was surprisingly deserted with only a few people scattered around.
strangeness…
He looked around the interior of the tavern with curiosity.
The energy-building programs that were often there before were also absent.
He slowly walked to the bar and found that the bartender had been replaced.
A very normal young man, not one who spits wine into the glass.
He took the wine from the barrel behind him, the only difference was that he could "mix the wine".
"Pah, pah, pah, it's so unpalatable." The customer at the bar took the prepared drink from him, took a sip, and then complained with great dissatisfaction:
"You're not a believer in Dionysus, so why are you a bartender? This old bastard is really..."
The guest threw the wine glass and the wine in it to the ground with a bang and left cursing.
The bartender looked gloomy and didn't even dare to ask the other party for compensation.
For no reason, Meng Yi thought of the bartender in the inner city of Yuan'an City.
He originally said that the reason he didn't participate in the Double Ninth Festival was... he was worried that others would tear him apart and use his stomach to make wine.
So, did the former bartender of the Old Turtle Tavern suffer the same fate before?
Seeing Meng Yi approaching, the new bartender put on a smile and said, "What would you like to drink, sir? Here are some..."
Meng Yi had a complicated expression on his face. Upon hearing this, he said casually, "Any drink will be fine. Also, would you like some Old Turtle?"
The bartender first handed him a glass of wine attentively, then quickly ran behind the bar, obviously not daring to shout like the previous bartender.
Meng Yi sat there, lowered his head and took a small sip. This should be a normal drink.
Not very tasty, bitter and spicy...
Not long after, the old bastard came out with difficulty, leaning on a cane and supported by the bartender. When he saw Meng Yi, he said with a strange expression:
"I didn't expect to see you drinking again. You don't drink when there is good wine..."
He waved his hand to signal the bartender not to bother with him, then moved out with difficulty and sat next to Meng Yi.
He nodded his chin slightly, "The new bartender is also a believer in Bacchus, but he hasn't received God's grace yet. If you want to drink good wine, it will probably take some time.
As for the old one..."
He sighed, "What a pity!"
Meng Yi tilted his head to look at the tumor on his back and the missing limb, and asked curiously:
"I still don't know what path you're on. Speaking of which... I've never met a Divinely Graced Person like you."
The old bastard's answer made Meng Yi stunned.
"I am the Erudite Path."
He looked at Meng Yi who was obviously stunned for a moment and laughed, "It doesn't look like it, does it?
This is an injury from the real world and cannot be cured by ordinary means.
As a certain necromancer put it, my spirit body has probably changed accordingly."
Meng Yi's expression became solemn. The change of the spirit body meant that the essence of the person had also changed. Even if the injury was recovered, it would eventually return to the changed state.
He didn't want his apostles to suffer similar injuries. Last time, Cen Qiyun only grew two eyes, and they could be erased. What about next time?
He frowned and said carefully:
"Is there a solution?"
The old bastard said frankly, "Of course there are, and there are more than one. It can be the blessing of the gods, special high-level ritual magic, or trying your luck in the real world."
"It's just..." He spread his hands, "It's not easy to achieve. I've tried many times and failed. Hi... I'm used to it."
He chuckled and said, "Anyway, the intelligence is very safe."
It's good that it can be solved, Meng Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. Since he can communicate with the real world, it means that the old bastard is at least at the lower level.
I can't tell, he's a very secretive guy.
He chuckled and asked about the business.
"Has anyone asked you about me recently?"
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