Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

“Bailang’s specialty pork knuckle is really delicious!”

After the two of them walked out of the restaurant, Esther couldn't help but sigh and said that she planned to return to the ship and write a letter to Klein in two days, telling him that she would try it if he had the chance.

"You really have a persistent preference for food. You seem to be used to whatever you eat on the ship."

Esther's face was serious: "Relieving hunger is different from enjoying delicious food! Only simple coarse salt and charcoal are used for barbecue, retaining the most original meaty flavor, and then using self-prepared seasonings to create a freer combination of preferences …”

Mary looked at Esther with empty eyes: "How can you be so professional? Were you a food critic before?"

"No, I used to play the harmonica for people to earn tips."

Mary thoughtfully said: "I have wanted to ask you a long time ago, is this true or false? If you say that you rely on your ability to 'steal' to make a living, then I believe it."

"Of course it's true." Esther was a little dissatisfied, "Don't I look like a musician at all?"

"Of course." Mary replied decisively.

"Anyway, I'm not on board the Clover now, so I can prove it to you."

Mary became even more curious: "Isn't it possible on the 'Clover'? Why?"

The corners of Esther's mouth gradually curled up: "It's just that I'm worried about the bad impact."

"Anyway, I'm going to sit at the bar later. You can play whatever you want there. As long as it's not too unpleasant, the bartender usually doesn't care."

Well, although I am not referring to this kind of influence... Esther laughed and ignored the topic.

She didn't play the harmonica on the "Clover", mostly because she was worried about causing an overreaction from the ship or Aaron. Now that she was ashore, of course she no longer had such worries.

Hours later, "Toucan Bar."

Mary held the beer glass and took a sip of the beer in it, then stared at Esther blankly.

The sound of the harmonica was melodious and melodious, like the chirping of birds. This was a piece of music that Mary had never heard before. The transposition was light and cheerful, making those who heard it subconsciously smile softly.

After Esther put down the harmonica, Mary couldn't help but put down her wine glass and applauded solemnly. The other guests also came to their senses and followed in surprise and expressed their praise with applause.

It was just getting dark at this time, and there were not many customers in the bar, but they began to whisper to each other, and their curious eyes turned more frequently to the two ladies chatting and laughing at the bar. Originally, in a bar full of men, the two of them were very eye-catching, and with this performance, it was difficult not to attract attention.

However, Mary deliberately tightened her shirt, revealing the shape of the small revolver underneath, which made those people turn their heads with interest.

"It's a beautiful song, what's its name?" The tall bartender at the bar handed the newly filled beer glass to the single customer on the other side, then came over and chatted with the two of them in Intis with a slight accent. stand up.

Esther smiled and replied: "Flower Dance. I also heard the music from someone a long time ago and thought it sounded good, so I learned it."

"Your performance is wonderful." The single customer raised his glass to the two of them and showed a friendly smile. His Intis language was much fluent than that of the bartender. "Would you like to buy you something to drink? Local The cochasa is worth trying, and it makes a great cocktail when mixed with some juice or soda.”

The tropical climate of Balam is very suitable for the growth of various fruits, including special sugar cane, because brewing can use the leftover materials after processing sugar cane. It is not expensive and can be provided in any local tavern. It is quite popular with local residents. with favorite alcoholic beverages.

The gentleman sitting alone at the bar looked like a mixed-race man, but his skin was not that dark.

He was wearing a dark gray Loen formal suit, and there was not much blood on his face. His short brown hair was under a soft gentleman's hat. His dark brown eyes were slightly cloudy and red, and the smile on his face was very reserved but not very sincere.

Mary elbowed Esther: "I heard that asking someone to drink cochasa means courtship~"

The bartender shook his head in amusement: "That's just a rumor. We don't know why there is such a statement."

Esther smiled at Mary, who was humiliated, and turned to the gentleman on the other side: "Thank you for your suggestion, I will try it next time I have a chance."

The bartender bared his teeth at the gentleman on the other side: "Jeremiah, just learning how to dress like the rich people from the northern continent will not make you more popular."

Esther glanced at the bartender helplessly: "Do you have anything to eat here?"

Mary took two more sips of Lielangqi, and said to the bartender with a smile: "It would be better if you have sweets, she likes this one."

Before the bartender could make an introduction, the man known as "Jeremiah" knocked on the bar and pushed out a few silver coins: "One cream cheese shrimp pastry tart, one French fries, and a glass of Gupa Aso Juice.”

The bartender rolled his eyes at him and turned his questioning gaze to the two ladies. Esther had not heard of these things, so she could only look at Mary, who was more familiar with this place.

Mary shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, someone is treating me, that's all."

The bartender grabbed the few silver coins and went to prepare the items Jeremiah ordered. Since he was making money, there was no need for him to continue to ridicule his old friend.

Mary stared at Esther in distress: "It's a pity that you don't have some drinks! We are in a bar!"

Esther supported her face with her left hand, looking at Mr. Jeremiah behind Mary from the corner of her eye. However, after ordering the things, he averted his gaze. After the reserved smile disappeared, he His expression looked surprisingly indifferent.

He is quite a depressing and weird person. He has an aura about him that makes me uncomfortable... Esther and Mary chatted and joked normally, only paying a little attention to each other.

After the bartender brought the things, he went to deliver beer to the other customers in the store.

Esther took a bite of the puff pastry, which looked like a sandwich egg tart. The hot shrimps on the inside were wrapped in liquid with a rich coconut milk flavor. The aroma was rich, but it was a mixture of salty and sweet.

Esther was a bit dissatisfied with the salty-sweet taste, so Esther didn't eat the remaining pieces. Fried cassava roots were more to her liking, like French fries with a thicker texture.

Gupu Aso juice tastes a bit complicated, it looks like the flavors of various tropical fruits are mixed together, but it's actually pretty good.

After Esther and Mary started enjoying snacks, a few minutes passed before Mr. Jeremiah stood up. He walked over and handed Esther his business card politely.

Esther was stunned for a moment, but in view of the other party's kindness in treating him, she did not refuse to accept this flimsy little piece of paper.

"Jeremiah Carnard, Tenet Trading Company..."

Jeremiah smiled and leaned forward, with full etiquette: "It's just a small local company in Balam, running some transactions to sell specialties to the northern continent."

Tenet raspberry is a fruit grown in bunches outside the bark of the Balam tropical rainforest. It has a sweet and light creamy taste. Obviously this is a company established in West Balam, so the local fruit was deliberately chosen as the name.

Mary glanced at the man: "You speak Intis very well. You must have interacted with people from all over the world?"

"My previous employer was a gentleman from Intis, so I have something else to do. Goodbye, ladies."

After Jeremiah left, Mary shook her head at Esther: "I don't like this person, he is a bit too...hypocritical."

Esther smiled slightly and placed the business card under the rattan frame containing the cassava chips: "I don't like it either. I can feel that he has some bad secrets."

For example, the sweet smell of blood on Jeremiah's body made Esther uncomfortable. Although it only lasted for a moment, Esther still sensed something abnormal.

Mary asked the bartender to pour her another glass of renzi and asked him, "Is that Jeremiah a local?"

"Yes, he is also a regular customer here. I often see him meeting different people." The bartender muttered.

Esther took two more sips of Gupu Aso juice: "Do you know anything about this Mr. Carnald?"

The bartender lowered his voice and was quite excited about the gossip: "I also heard what others said. It is said that Jeremiah's father returned to Loen after his mother gave birth to him. As you know, this is a very common thing in the Southern Continent. His father never came back anyway.”

"But his father also left a little property, and Jeremiah's mother was also very smart. She could always find a way to make a living, and she could barely make ends meet with that little money. When Jeremiah grew up, she took him with her Limi worked for a rich man in Intis and learned a lot from his children.”

Esther nodded: "He usually has a wide range of social contacts?"

The bartender hesitated and rolled his eyes: "I can tell you that it is possible, but... there is a condition."

Mary put down her wine glass with a bad look on her face: "What's the condition? You're not going to take the opportunity to blackmail us, are you?"

"How dare I do that kind of thing? I just hope that this 'musician' lady can play two more songs and the guests will like it." The bartender smiled flatteringly and looked at Esther expectantly.

"Okay, it's nothing to me."

Seeing that there were no other customers in the bar calling him, the bartender lowered his voice and came closer to the two of them. His tall shoulders looked more like a black bear after bending over: "He seems to have joined some organization a few years ago. Someone can help him." I got involved in that company, so now I’m making a lot of money.”

"There are quite a lot of things like this in West Balam, it's not new." Mary was a little dissatisfied with this answer.

The bartender shook his head: "It seems to be some kind of underground belief. I don't know anything else. If you ask me, I don't have an answer."

Esther drank the last bit of Cupuasu's juice and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Thank you for the information."

With a blushing face, Mary raised her glass to the bartender and her eyes were frighteningly bright: "Another glass of renzi! It's hard to enjoy our 'musician''s performance without wine."

"Do you believe it now?" Esther asked funnyly.

Under the influence of alcoholic drinks, Mary's smile became even brighter: "If you can sing two more songs, I will believe you more."