The bar was completely silent for a moment.
No one dared to speak or leave even half a step.
The handleless spur at the door was the ironclad evidence that they dared to leave.
Everyone was silent for a long time, until the cloaked man became impatient.
A maid finally walked out of the inner door of the bar.
She first carefully arranged the messy clothes, wiped the tears on her face, then tried her best to smile, and walked to the side of the cloaked man.
"Sir, what do you want?"
The cloaked man looked at the maid calmly.
From her actions just now, he already understood something that he didn't know before.
"A glass of tequila, remember to add ice."
He pushed the Imperial Shield to the table.
“Just one drink?”
"Just one drink."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Just as the maid was about to pick up the Imperial Shield, the cloaked man suddenly took it back.
Just when the maid was at a loss, he hesitated for a moment and took out an Imperial Sword and pushed it to the table again.
The maid was slightly stunned.
Although she didn't understand his behavior, she still took off the heavy Imperial Sword and quickly walked back to the bar.
The ruffian's body fell to her side, but she didn't look away, as if he didn't exist at all.
During the production, she still smiled sweetly at the cloaked man from time to time, and even deliberately bent down to expose her deep ravine. .
In her eyes, the terrifying face of the cloaked man seemed to not exist.
As a woman living at the bottom of this apocalyptic world, the ugliness of human nature she had seen and encountered was actually more terrifying than the cloaked man's terrifying face.
Much more.
And judging from what the cloaked man did, it was obvious that he was not a vicious person.
She had wanted to leave this bar a long time ago, this place that made her feel desperate, but this could only be a luxury wish, as she did not have a strong man who could protect her.
There aren't enough Imperial Coins for her to stay away from here.
She could only place her only hope on these occasional travelers, but those who passed by would always be caught and beaten up by the gangsters.
And today, he not only dared to challenge the ruffian.
Even being able to defeat him was a chance she had never had.
Although it is slim, it is still much better than nothing at all.
The man in the cloak is K, no, to be precise, he should be called Brahman.
Why should I say it?
Because his memory has only recovered some sporadic complete fragments.
There are too few things he can remember, and most of the lost memories are still in chaos.
Fan looked at the maid who was flirting with him intentionally or unintentionally, and just shook her head without leaving any trace.
This is the daily life of the apocalypse.
There are no romantic knights and princesses, and there is no protection that the strong should give to the weak.
Even the basic moral rules have fallen apart.
He has seen too many such things along the way.
In his opinion, what happened to this maid was pretty good, and what happened in some places even exceeded the limits of his imagination.
In such a chaotic end of the world, power is the basis for obtaining everything, and it is also the real source of evil.
And whenever he witnessed these tragic scenes, he would always have an inexplicable heart palpitations.
"Did I used to be one of these people?"
Fan would also fall into deep thinking when something happened. soon.
The maid brought the mixed wine.
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Fan took a deep sniff of the strong pungent smell that belonged exclusively to agave, took a sip and nodded.
He loved the hard and strong taste of agave every time he tasted it.
He always had a strange feeling, as if this wine carried some of his memories.
"Sir, your change."
The maid bent down and slowly handed the imperial man in front of Fan.
In the process, she still tried hard to show herself, looking forward to the slim hope.
Fan looked at the maid's skin that was full of pain and pain, especially the two plump and bruised scratches.
He sighed inaudibly and took out an imperial sword again.
Gently placed it on the maid's flat palm.
He carefully held the maid's scarred fingers together and said, "Leave here.
Live the life you want.
You have the right to choose."
The maid was stunned for a moment.
She once thought she was hallucinating, but the cold and warm touch in her hand told her again and again that everything was real.
She opened and closed her palms, closed them and opened them again.
All kinds of emotions were fermenting in her body.
One Imperial Sword was enough to support her for a long time, not to mention nearly two of her fixed hopes.
Taking a look at this face covered with scars, for the first time she really no longer hated these scars from the bottom of her heart, but felt that he was amiable.
"Thank you, thank you."
The maid held the coins tightly in her hands and murmured with tears.
"Papa papa, it's such a touching scene."
A cold voice, accompanied by clapping, suddenly came from the door of the bar, completely ruining the originally warm atmosphere.
The door of the bar was immediately pushed open, and a group of imperial soldiers wearing combat uniforms filed in.
"Ah, the smell of blood."
The owner of the cold voice continued.
He pushed aside a group of soldiers and walked out.
Even with a mustache that was obviously carefully groomed, it still could not hide the impression of his unusually thin lips. sense of meanness.
Fan suddenly narrowed his eyes and frowned, "Emperor."
He shouted in a very low voice, looking at the sword-holding double-headed eagle badge that symbolized the identity of the visitor.
These badges have fingerprint recognition capabilities, so even if they are snatched away, they cannot be used normally.
The Imperial Department is still known for its harshness and cruelty.
These guys, who usually live a life of bloodshed, always deal with problems in a simple and bloody way.
At this point, Brahma, who has only been wandering in the wilderness for five days, already has a deep understanding of this.
The cold voice smiled lowly.
He walked a few steps to the unconscious ruffian, patted his cheek gently, took a look at his tattoos and stood up.
"Who can tell me what happened here and why a third-class Imperial soldier fell next to a group of ordinary Imperial citizens?"
There was silence in the bar.
Everyone chose to lower their heads and huddled at the corner of the table without saying a word.
Of course, there is one exception.
"Interesting."
The cold voice smiled and walked towards the only person who dared to stand upright at this moment.
Fan drank the wine in the glass quietly.
The strong smell of alcohol formed a strong contrast with his gentle sucking method.
"You don't seem to be afraid of me."
His cold and narrow eyes narrowed as he sat opposite Fan.
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"Why should I be afraid of you?"
Fan replied calmly.
A white glove stained with blood stains was stuffed into Fan's wine glass at an extremely slow speed, and the blood stains on it quickly dispersed into the alcohol.
"You soiled my wine."
Fan's voice was cold and low.
"So what?"
Those narrow eyes were full of provocation.
"Mohan, stop it.
This matter should be left to our military police to resolve."
A magnetic voice echoed at this time.
If you judge this person's appearance based on his voice alone, he must be of a superior appearance.
"Ha, Gendarmerie."
Mohan muttered with his lips curled up, and then said, "Okay then, I'll hand this person over to you, Captain Dilier Gendarmerie."
As Mo Han spoke, he threw the remaining glove contemptuously at Fan's face
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