The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean carried his 110 soul chips and walked to the bar.

"The guests seem to be good at this." The bar bowed slightly to show its appreciation for Sean's gambling skills.

Just when Sean was about to order that glass of private wine, everyone in the tavern heard a voice.

Boom! It was like the sound of a huge stone pillar falling from the sky to the ground.

All the chips and empty cups in the tavern jumped.

In the shadows, the bartender's relaxed expression also became a little serious.

Boom! The "stone pillar" fell again, and it seemed to be closer.

Katherine, who was beside Sean, lowered her voice and said, "A powerful presence from a certain undercurrent has come to the block..."

The captain's nerves were tense again, and she kept guessing: who is here? Jesse from Evil Circus? Or big wine merchant Pinkman? Why is this powerful being visiting the block? Did you come to find yourself waiting for someone...

There is a consensus in the explorer community: usually, the worse the hunch, the more effective it is.

When the giant column made the ground tremble slightly again, even passing through everything in the tavern, through the walls, and through the long block where the evil spirits avoided, the outline of that existence could be seen.

Boom! His cane seemed to be just lightly placed on the ground, but it made an extremely loud noise.

His tuxedo and top hat were covered with dust, and even though the dust shook off as he walked, it didn't seem to have diminished in the slightest.

His face was obscured by the shadow of a top hat, and there were countless wrinkles around his chin and lips, and he looked more wrinkled than the face of the oldest human in the world.

One of the five sinkers of the Undercurrent Street, the powerful opponent of the Ace class, the slave master Finks.

The expressions of everyone in Catherine's team changed, and their breathing became involuntary.

They were naturally well aware of why the slave owner Finks came to the Sulphur Tavern.

The Sinking Evil Spirit, who looked like an old gentleman, stood at the door of the Sulphur Tavern.

He didn't speak, but his silence emptied the entire street that was originally noisy.

The purpose of Finks' coming here is self-evident.

Across the tavern and the walls, the bartender said, "Mr. Finks, I still have guests drinking and playing games. I'm afraid I can't invite you to the tavern to handle affairs."

The sinking man outside the tavern slammed his cane into the flesh and blood on the ground, and patiently took out the old pocket watch in the inner pocket and glanced at it. The meaning was obvious: he respected another powerful existence in Undercurrent Street, so he would not Rush into the tavern, but he can wait until those people walk out of the tavern by themselves...

The originally turbulent and dirty undercurrent street suddenly became a little deserted. On the dark street, under the cold light, stood a dusty, slightly stooped old gentleman. This scene made Sean and his party feel a little scared...

The bartender's dark red lips grinned, revealing canine teeth that are much sharper than humans. He stared at Sean and his party: "It seems that the guests have provoked a very serious character."

The three of Sean exchanged glances, but Moonlight looked more indifferent. He rested his cheeks with one hand and tapped the bar table with the other fingers, as if he was thinking about something in a trance. After a while, he sighed: "There's no way to do this..."

Henry stood up in the distance, his body language seemed very tense, but he still tightly held a stack of chips on his table.

Catherine took a deep breath: "Going out now is dead. Let's continue first."

Sean nodded: "While moving forward, think of a way."

Facing the bartender, he no longer thought about the disaster behind him: "I'll order a glass of Gambler Jock's private wine collection."

The bartender opened his arms ceremonially and propped up the table: "Guest, that's a very strong alcohol, it may burn your esophagus, throat, and even burn through your internal organs..."

There was a burst of air from Sean's nose. For some reason, under such heavy pressure, a gust of courage came out of his heart. It seemed that he couldn't see the light anyway, so he planned to run forward, he said in a deep voice: "The aggregate of evil spirits on Central Avenue failed to catch me, and Tom was beaten to death by me in the rain in New York City. The angel of Levin's resuscitation will kneel in front of me and cry bitterly...

"Do you think I should drink that inferior product that is as pale as water, or the strongest wine in the world?"

The bartender behind the bar was surprised for a moment, and in his brown eyes, the pupils were slightly enlarged. The old gentleman outside the door took out his handkerchief and coughed a few times, squinting his eyes, ignoring all obstacles, and glanced at Sean's back.

Then, the bartender from the depths of the world laughed, and after laughing, he took out a crystal skull-like bullet glass and poured a glass of green and sparkling spirits that seemed to have ghost fires burning on it: "Only the strongest spirits It is worthy of your courage and bearing."

Even if you are surrounded by evil spirits, even if you are surrounded by strong people. Sean, Katherine, and Moonlight stood up straight, as if it were human territory.

Sean picked up the wine, toasted the bartender in front of him~www.NovelMTL.com~ and drank the wine in the glass.

...It felt like drinking a flame, and the flame burned from the mouth, through the throat to the stomach.

Then, all the gamblers in the tavern paused the games in front of them and turned to look at a corner of the bar.

There was no light there just now. At this time, the ghost fire ignited, and the seventh gaming table in the hall could be seen.

A black figure had been dozing off with his boots resting on the back of the chair in front of him at the farthest point. He got up at this time and walked step by step to the light of the newly appeared gaming table.

"Gambler Jock" looked tall and thin, his face was pale, his eyes were drooping as if he hadn't woken up, and there was a bullet hole in his forehead.

He pulled out his chair and looked at Sean listlessly: "Come on."

Sean took all his chips and sat at the gaming table. The two of them sat face to face, behind Sean was the tall bar, and behind Jock the gambler was a grand piano with its lid up.

Moonlight suddenly became interested - he didn't look like someone who was in danger at all, but he moved his fingers and walked to the piano as if Sean went to an ordinary pub to have fun.

He sat on the piano bench with his back to the gambler Jock: "Make some noise, everyone relax."

The bartender stood behind the bar, holding his chest, but did not stop Moonlight's behavior.

In an instant, the smooth piano music flowed like mercury in the tavern, adding a cheerful and elegant atmosphere to the Sulphur Tavern, which originally only had vulgar sounds.

Sean suddenly thought that when he found Aaliyah, he wanted to tell her today's story: they were in a hell-like tavern, playing cards, drinking, and listening to music with evil spirits...

"If I can get out of here today..." Sean sighed.