Chapter 2308 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-One)

The next morning, the dark clouds still hadn't completely dispersed. This was actually to create a good beach environment for tourists. After all, ultraviolet rays are too strong and can easily cause sunburn. The weather is just right.

In the morning, the children changed into their swimsuits and prepared to go to the beach to play. The adults also applied a thick layer of sunscreen and prepared to go to the beach to bask in the sun.

Those who were not interested in playing in the sea or lying on a lounge chair to sunbathe decided to go to Lucifer's bar for a drink and find out how the spectacle of his bar being on the verge of bankruptcy less than half a month after opening was formed.

Speaking of which, it is not easy for an archangel under one person to run a bar one after another, especially Hal and Schiller, who had helped Lucifer with the bar before, wanted to know how he did it.

That's right, Lucifer's bar in Seaside City didn't survive for more than three months. For this reason, Lucifer decided to open this bar in Gotham only to receive supernatural creatures.

"I have further witnessed how chaotic and crazy humans are." On the way to the bar, Lucifer shook his head and said, "I don't know where they get so much to quarrel about, and I don't know why these drunks threw a bottle at me when they saw the angel coming."

"Why else?" Hal sneered, "You said they were drunks. They will only think that they saw the angel because they were drunk. In this case, will you not throw it?"

"What about the devil? Maizi has come several times, and they even want to pull her tail."

"The two things humans are best at are paralyzing themselves and being tempted by beauty." Schiller looked at Lucifer and said, "You have encountered it, just accept your fate."

Lucifer sighed.

Soon they came to the bar opened by Lucifer on the beach. The decoration was as tasteful as ever, integrating the Gothic style of Gotham and adding some medieval voodoo elements, which looked dim and mysterious.

Hal said as soon as he sat down: "I know you want us to praise your decoration level, but have you ever thought that any intelligent life likes to see new and strange styles that they have never seen before. Humans may be amazed by your fantasy style, but what is the difference between the devil coming here and going home?"

"Uh..." Lucifer was asked.

"If I were you, I would decorate in a modern minimalist style, or at least in a modern style, because this is a style that humans have created in modern times based on a huge industrial system. Although it is not unique in the universe, it is definitely different from the styles of heaven, hell and those magical worlds. Without sensory stimulation, who would come to buy such expensive wine from you?"

Hearing Hal mention the price, Schiller took a look at the menu. It was written in a language he couldn't understand, but he could decipher the symbols representing numbers after a few more glances. Judging from the structure and length, the price must be high.

"This is my conscience price." Lucifer was immediately unhappy. He took back the menu from Schiller's hand, took a look and said, "There is no cheaper wine in the entire universe than my soul brew."

"So how many cups do they need to get drunk?"

"Well... it depends on their own strength. The stronger they are, the less likely they are to get drunk. Azazel's level probably gets drunk after seven or eight cups."

Hal covered his forehead and said, "The devil of hell gets drunk after seven or eight cups. Are you selling wine or anesthetics?"

"You mean I should add some water?"

"I mean two drops of wine in your water is enough!" Hal rubbed his temple and said, "How many ordinary demons can reach the power level of Azazel? Just adjust it according to this conversion ratio. I know why you lose your pants every time."

Lucifer muttered a few words, but didn't refute. He shook his head and said, "What kind of wine is that? What's the difference between it and water?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Then what about Azazel's How many levels are there? How much do you expect them to drink? "" Is it inevitable that every art is like a commercial compromise? " Said: "Take the high -end route of the invitation system, develop more varieties of wine, sell more expensive prices, and make it a place for the social and devil's society." Lucifer then reacted and watched Schiller said, "Why are you going again? I thought today is arrogant." "The response is too slow, and you seem to be unwilling to see me." A war dealer of Satan's war in World War II was urged every day.

The cup flew past Schiller's ear with a whoosh. He laughed deeply, took an empty cup from the side and shook it, saying, "The name Soul Brew is too old-fashioned. I think it's better to call it Eden Brew. How about it?"

"What does this have to do with the Garden of Eden?"

"Just say you brewed it with the lake water in the Garden of Eden."

"Don't joke, Uriel will kill me."

Schiller looked helpless, and he sighed and said, "It's my fault that I have been dealing with smart people for a long time and forgot about you old people. Guban doesn't understand any hints. "

"I told you to call it Eden Special Brew, but I didn't ask you to really use the lake water in Eden to brew it. If you don't use it, who can break into Eden and get a bucket of lake water to expose you? Then Uriel will kill him."

"You are such a damn liar."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Otherwise, you can call it Lucifer Special Brew, which means your blood is added to it. It would be even better to call it Michael Special Brew, saying that during the Fallen War, you fought Michael for three hundred rounds before you got the blood from his heart. I got a drop of blood, and you are willing to share this honor with you. "

Lucifer covered his face and said: "First of all, heaven and hell are armies fighting against each other. I am a general, not a vanguard. I only fought with Michael in the Holy Spring, and it ended in a draw."

"Secondly, there were so many angels and demons watching at that time. We fought for a few moves and then separated. How could I cut open his chest to get blood? And where did Michael get his heart? Angels are just a ball of light. "

"That's right, in this world, there are only No one except the archangel knows the body structure of the archangel. You said that you stabbed Michael's heart with the tip of the spear during the fight. No one can say that you didn't, because they can't beat you anyway. Wouldn't it be a death wish to jump out and refute you? "

"But Michael will..."

"He will scold you for being shameless, saying that you are a liar who deceives the world and steals the name, hypocritical, vain, and unreasonable, but who are you? In addition to being the first light in the world, you are also Satan. Isn't scolding you like this equivalent to praising you?"

The logic forms a perfect closed loop. Lucifer rubbed his forehead hard and said, "I can't listen to you anymore."

"Because if you listen any more, you will be tempted, Satan."

Lucifer stretched out a hand and said, "Listen, Satan is the monarch of hell, but we also have to save face."

"Then what is the difference between you and angels?"

"In fact, there is nothing between demons and angels..."

"Then why did you fight the Fallen War?"

"The Fallen War is mainly against God..."

"Then call it God's Special Brew!"

"God is my dad!"

"But if you win, you don't have to call him dad!"

"But I didn't win!"

"Then fight again!"

Lucifer's fists hardened.

Hal was almost fainting with joy. He looked at Lucifer and said, "From the day he gave you the store, you should have known that he had bad intentions."

In order to change the subject, Lucifer had to pour a glass of wine for Hal and Schiller, and then said, "About your seasickness..."

"I was just about to tell you this." Schiller turned to Lucifer and said, "How much do you know about the debt I borrowed back then?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes when he mentioned this. He said, "When you took my feather, I became your guarantor. You died and the account was all black. Do you know how hard I worked to get myself out of it?"

"Is this why I don't have any creditors coming to my door yet?"

"If you know this, be polite when you speak."

"I'm much more polite than Arrogance."

Lucifer couldn't refute it. In terms of the sharpness of his words, Greed is not even one-tenth of Arrogance, but in terms of the degree of annoyingness, it can't be said that he is completely different from the original Schiller, but it can only be said that he is in the same vein.

Schiller actually knew that he had borrowed so much money back then. Although he closed his account and opened it again after his death, if someone deliberately wanted to find it, they should be able to find it. So far, no creditor has come to his door, which means that someone must have done something.

Schiller guessed that this was also one of the arrangements made by the original boss. He used Lucifer's feather as a guarantee. For his own peace of mind in the future, Lucifer would also help him clean up his mess.

Schiller took a sip of wine, smiled and said, "Thank you anyway. Don't listen to Hal. The house is my thank you gift to you, and the bar's money-making plan is also."

"Getting something for nothing, I don't need to make money at all."

"Really?" Schiller shrugged and said, "Do you want to see who the landlord of the house you are renting now is?"

Lucifer was stunned, then he raised his voice and said, "Harley Quinzel? This house belongs to Harley Quinn, how can she..."

"She's not Harley Quinn yet, but she is my student." Schiller took another sip of wine and said, "And she will soon go to middle school. The academic pressure in Gotham is high, and she always has to make up for the lessons. I'm afraid she will have to pay a large sum of tuition fees soon, and the rent..."

Lucifer wore a mask of pain, and he sighed and said, "Well, your thank-you gift is really unique."

"Thank you for the compliment." Schiller shook his glass and said, "I'm not kidding. If I had been approached by all kinds of gods and ghosts when I first came here, I would probably have a headache for a while..."

"Which god and ghost is so desperate to find Batman and the Joker?" Lucifer lowered his voice and said to himself, "Then there will be no such gods and ghosts in the universe soon."

Schiller leaned on the bar as if he was a little helpless and said, "Are all the people in Gotham like this? Can saying 'my honor' tire you to death? I'm beginning to understand God a little bit."

Lucifer was stunned, and Schiller immediately went further and said, "I seem to have heard you say that I am the tombstone of your friend."

Lucifer's fingers tightened instantly, and he said seemingly nothing, "When did I say that? Maybe you are hallucinating, I just..."

"You protect his tombstone very well."

Lucifer froze in place, and looked at Schiller after a long while, and then silently retracted his gaze.

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