She Chooses To Destroy the World

In this city, there are two relatively large taverns. One is next to the gate and the barracks, and the main service targets are the guards who guard the city; the other is the one where Alice is located, which is leaning on the dark river street and the artisans. Street and Mercenary Union. The location of this tavern determines that the guests it entertains are always stranger than the other one. Those who seem more suspicious will never go to the tavern filled with city guards, they will flock here. So here you can often see half-drunk mercenaries or mysterious foreign magicians. Some even looked like fugitives who were rewarded by the government.

Working in such a place is actually a bit risky, but as everyone knows, Lena is not easy to provoke, so there hasn't been any big troubles, and occasionally a little thing is quickly settled by Lena. Alice felt scared at first, but after a long time, it was no surprise. In particular, she is the youngest of the waitresses, and most of the mercenaries who love troubles only regard her as a child and don't pay much attention to her.

Alice has been working here for more than half a year, maybe because she has eaten a lot, she is a lot taller, and the pins on her chest are also loosened. It looks a little bit like a big girl, and sometimes she receives some of it, which is unpleasant. Comfortable look. In most cases, she would try to avoid it, if she couldn't avoid it, she would leave it to Lena.

The period of working in the tavern was a bit too peaceful and smooth, and Alice almost forgot the experience in the temple a year ago. The hint of the sleeping **** had already been forgotten by her at this time. She might even think that if she can always work here, it might not be bad.

In this way, Alice ushered in the most important festival of the year in the tavern, Bacchus Night.

It was the end of the year when Alice first came here, so this was the first time she participated in the event of Bacchus Night. Prior to this, Alice had never heard of Bacchus Night, Hewlett explained to her a little bit:

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. This is a festival to worship Bacchus, the **** of wine, during the grape harvest season. If you are in the countryside, many people will celebrate. There is a small activity in the house. In fact, there is nothing to prepare in advance. Most of the work can be done by Lena alone. But you still have to come early and move new wines with us. It is open all night at night, but it’s hard work. NS."

"Bacchus?"

This is the first time Alice has heard of the name of a **** from Hewlett. Since he never talks about gods, Alice is somewhat curious:

"Is Bacchus your patron saint?"

"Our family members of the dark night are not used to using the patron saint, and don't usually praise the gods. If someone asks me where I want to go, I will say that Bacchus is my heart's direction."

Hewlett spit out a rhythmic sentence. Alice didn't know if this was the usual statement or Hewlett made it up. He thought it sounded good.

When Alice was on Dark River Street, she had never known anyone who believed in the gods of Dark Night. At this time she learned that Hewlett believed in Bacchus, feeling somewhat strange. She knows that the followers of the Night God usually worship in their own homes, but she has never seen the altar of Bacchus, the **** of Bacchus, in a tavern. When she asked, Lena smirked:

"The altar of Bacchus is placed in Hewlett's bedroom. It is a huge bull head. It is said that enshrining the altar of Bacchus on the head of the bed can make men more heroic in the bedroom...but I don't think there is anything. Effect."

Uh-huh? What does Lena mean? Before Alice could react, she saw Hewlett's always pale face now stained with a faint blush:

"Lina!"

"Why, can't you tell me this? I didn't expect you to be quite staid."

"I just remind you that there are children here."

"Ah... I'm sorry." Lena smiled unapologetically. "Alice has grown taller recently, and I forgot that she is only a little bit older."

Compared with Lena, Alice was originally a child, and it didn't matter if she was teased. But she didn't understand what they said before, so she jumped over and asked Lena:

"Does Lena believe in Bacchus, too?"

The smile on Lena's face suddenly became cold:

"No, mine is Arnie, the **** of eros, but Arnie is not my choice...this matter is a long story."

Lena’s expression showed that she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. In order to change the subject, she turned her face to look at Alice, “Speaking of which, your faith belongs to the God of Light, right? I remember you once said about yourself. Been to the temple?"

Finally speaking of this topic, Alice didn't want to lie in front of these partners, but shook her head:

"I don't have a patron saint."

In the city, people who do not believe in gods are indeed rare, but not completely. Alice has seen some in the tavern, they are always somewhat different from others.

Lena did not ask Alice the reason, guessing what happened to her during the ceremony. She glanced at Hewlett, then turned to look at Alice:

"The gods on the Guangming side are boring and stingy, and there is nothing to lose if you don't be their believer. If one day you think you are interested in Bacchus, Hewlett can preside over the ceremony for you."

There was some comfort in Lena's tone. Alice felt the kindness and felt very ironed in her heart:

"Thank you, but...not needed yet."

"Yes, you are still young, and it’s not too late to make a decision when you are seventeen. Most of the Dark Ye’s family members really make up their minds to join when they are 17. It’s as low as the threshold for becoming a family member of the Light, and not everyone is willing to do so."

At the end of the sentence, Lena's tone became low again, as if thinking of something unpleasant. Alice wanted to ask her what it would cost to become a servant of the dark night, but it was obviously not the right time at this time, so she closed her mouth.

The next day was Bacchus's night. Throughout the afternoon, they were busy carrying the newly delivered wine and using scissors to cut the colored paper Hewlett bought into scraps. Lena pasted up a big red bull's head with paper and hung it on the wall opposite the main entrance, and also put a wreath around its neck. This artwork looks strange and weird, bringing some weirdness to this ordinary pub that has always been plain and ordinary. Crazy temperament. That night, Lena didn't wear a normal uniform, but a set of particularly revealing dresses, with heavy makeup on her face, dressed up as a Bacchus girl, which made people startled at first sight. Even Hewlett, who usually wears a bartender's uniform, wears a horn decoration on his head that day. This decoration is matched with his cold expression, which creates a considerable contrast. Alice suspected that Lena made him dress up like this.

When everything is set up, it really feels like a holiday. After everyone had moved the wine, Hewlett opened a bottle and poured a glass for everyone:

"That's it. Tonight is the night of Bacchus. Every guest must make a toast to Bacchus. All the gods must make way for Bacchus. Bacchus is the king of the world!"

Everyone who worked in the tavern was given a large glass of new wine and cheered and toasted to celebrate. Alice was not yet an adult, and Lena prepared a glass of grape juice for her so that she could have a toast with everyone.

After a toast to celebrate, everyone dispersed, trying to perfect the arrangement, and strive to make everything as perfect as possible. Alice sat in the corner and cut the ribbon and confetti. This was a tedious job, but someone had to do it. Hewlett came over and handed her a small glass of wine:

"Don't let Lena know." Hewlett gestured to her neck with her index finger. "She would kill me if she knew that I let children drink."

This was the first time Alice had drunk. She was afraid of being discovered by Lena. She drank quickly and eagerly, and poured into her throat all at once. The taste of wine is not the same as grape juice. Alice thinks it tastes a little strange, but it tastes good. She turned blush after drinking, Lena may have actually discovered it, but she didn't say anything.

There were so many guests that night. Everyone walked into the tavern, took off their hats, bowed to the big bull head hanging across the door, and drank the wine Hewlett handed them. Alice is responsible for throwing confetti on them and encouraging everyone in the tavern to cheer. Even if the confetti may stain the clothes, the guests must not be angry, and they must double the tip to Alice. If someone is not generous enough to tip, they will be driven out of the tavern by the Bacchus girl dressed as Lena. Risk of poking a hole in the hat. As we all know, on the night of Bacchus, no one can disrespect the tradition and make the Bacchus unhappy, otherwise, even if it is torn to pieces, there is nothing to complain about.

The carnival lasted until midnight, and everyone was a little tired. At this time, there were no more new guests, and Alice's apron pocket was filled with copper plates, and she fell heavily, which made people a little worried. The wine she drank before made her feel sleepier than usual, and she started to lose her mind. She didn't even notice that there were new guests coming in. Until she heard the cheers, she quickly grabbed a lot of confetti and threw it in that direction.

The newcomer obviously doesn't know much about the tradition of Bacchus Night, and just came here by accident. At this moment, he was suddenly stuffed with a glass of wine in his hand, and then he was confused with confetti, and he was directly stunned.

The guests in the full pub clashed rhythmically while patting the table:

"Tip her! Tip her!"

The man obeyed the request of the onlookers, took two coins from his pocket and stuffed them into Alice's hand. Alice realized that the two coins in her hand were extremely sinking and extremely large, and when she looked down, she realized that they were actually two gold coins.