Chapter 1085

At the entrance of the 'Red Fox Bar', outside the seemingly heavy black wooden gate, stood two men in formal suits and top hats with sharp eyes.

Although they also held civilized sticks, Xifa knew that they were not guests, but security personnel or thugs.

Xifa got down from the carriage, generously took out half of the normal fare, put it in the hands of the groom, and asked him to come pick him up in two hours.

When Xifa did this, the eyes of the two men at the door of the bar never left Xifa's newly bought and particularly bulging cowhide wallet.

These two men not only played the role of thugs, but also engaged in the work of 'sieve'.

They will use their rich experience and sharp eyes to identify each guest.

If the other party is not the service object of the bar, usually they will "politely" ask the other party to leave.

When Sifer came to the door, one of them smiled and opened the door for him.

Apparently, Sifa is the kind of guy most welcome in a bar.

Walking into the bar, Xifa smelled a scent of perfume.

It is lively but not loud, and the gentlemen and ladies are either sitting in a corner or sitting around a round table.

They're talking or engaging in some physical interactions, but they're all restrained and don't make too much noise.

There is also a band playing in the bar. This kind of atmosphere is very rare after the war.

It can also be seen from this point that the war has little impact on those who have background and power.

Sifa walked to the bar, sat down on a high chair, and fished a gold coin from his wallet.

This is the property looted from the headquarters of the 'Rose School of Thought' on the Star Plateau.

Sifa erased the design on it, making it look like an ordinary, unpretentious, but definitely expensive gold coin.

He popped the gold coin out.

Ding!

The golden coin made a pleasant sound, which attracted the attention of the bartender.

That cute little thing refracted the lights in the bar, dragged a bright strip of light, landed on the solid bar counter, and spun there for a long time, making several luxuriously dressed and elegant women not far away couldn't help but look at it I took a few glances.

Finally, the gold coins stopped.

Xifa smiled and said, "Give me a glass of your best beer, no change, that's your tip."

The originally indifferent bartender with a mustache frowned.

This is equivalent to one pound worth of gold coins, not to mention just drinking a glass of beer, even if you drink thirty or forty glasses, there is no problem.

One drink only, other tips.

This tip is quite a lot.

The money awakened the enthusiasm of the bartender. He served Xifa with a smile on his face and made a glass of sparkling beer with local characteristics.

Xifa picked up the golden drink in a large wooden cup and took a sip, feeling refreshing.

Ice cubes are obviously added to the beer, and the fine bubbles are constantly broken, giving people a very special taste.

Xifa remembered the 'Coke' he used to drink, and took another sip.

"When you come to the 'Red Fox Bar', you can just drink." A slightly nosey, very sexy female voice sounded next to Xifa.

Xifa didn't turn his head to look immediately, he put down the wooden cup with a smile, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and then turned his head to look.

A young woman in a long red dress stood with her back to the bar and leaned against the table.

She wears a very ostentatious hat decorated with feathers and lace.

Coupled with her brightly colored long skirt, it is particularly eye-catching.

She is like a fire, easily arousing the man's eyes and certain thoughts in his heart.

Especially her long curling eyelashes and sexy plump lips all speak of this.

Xifa smiled lightly: "So, what else do I need to do?"

The young lady raised her head, with a bright smile on her face: "Of course I invited a bright and lovely lady like me to have a drink."

Xifa laughed exaggeratedly, and the laughter attracted the attention of the guests in the bar.

After achieving his goal, he tapped on the bar with his fingers: "Give a drink to every lady in the bar, and I'll treat you."

The ladies in the bar laughed a little reservedly, and some of them pursed their lips and whistled a few times towards Sifa.

"You are so generous."

The lady in the red dress next to Xifa stretched out her hand, "Shirley."

"William." Sifa announced the name he had thought up earlier, "William Wilforth."

The lady named 'Sheryl' blinked her eyes: "Mr. William shouldn't be from Intis, right?"

Xifa shrugged his shoulders: "I'm from Loen, why, aren't Loen people welcome here?"

"That's not likely, but you know, because of the war, men are always emotional." Shirley smiled with her eyes like crescent moons.

"Why are you excited, because you lost on the battlefield, do you want to show your masculinity in other places?" Xifa didn't deliberately lower his volume.

As a result, several men nearby have already looked over.

In their eyes, there is obviously a flame flickering.

Shirley sighed: "I have to say, Mr. William, you are the most courageous man I have ever met."

Xifa reached out and stroked her face lightly: "Then do you mind spending a long night with such a man?"

In the bar, more men looked over.

They have noticed Xifa, a Loenian.

When Xifa invited all the ladies in the bar to have a drink, these Intis men were already somewhat dissatisfied.

Then I heard what Xifa said just now, plus the current 'invitation'.

It gave these Intis men the feeling that the Loen people not only defeated them on the battlefield, but also snatched their women in Trier.

Before Shirley could answer, I heard a voice from the door: "Miss Shirley, I am so lucky to meet you here."

A young man came over, under his formal suit was Intis' flamboyantly decorated shirt.

Shirley asked in surprise, "Mr. Morton, you're back already?"

The man named Morton spread his hands and said with a smile, "Yes, I'll be back when the war is over."

"God knows how much I missed you when I was on the battlefield."

"Miss Shirley, no matter what tonight, let me buy you a drink."

Shirley looked at Xifa in embarrassment and said, "Sorry, Mr. Morton, Mr. William and I are discussing something."

Xifa smiled and nodded to Morton: "This lady and I are discussing where to spend the night would be more romantic."

Morton was stunned for a moment, then pulled his face down: "People from Loen?"

Xifa spread his hands: "Any comments?"

Morton came over, took out a £1 note, and stuffed it into Sifa's pocket: "Maybe you can discuss it with other ladies."

"Are all people in Intis so petty? Just want to send them away for 1 pound?"

Xifa chuckled, took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, and flicked them at Morton one by one: "I'll give you 10 pounds, please don't disturb us."

About throwing money at people.

have to say.

Xifa is still relatively good at it.