"Boss, have a drink!"

Tonysff slapped the table hard and shouted, "I won't go back if I get drunk tonight!"

"Don't go back if you're drunk!"

It was night, and Allen was in a bar called "Sabre" on Golden Wing Street, Babylon. This is a military-style name. Firstly, it is because the bar sells mostly for spirits, and secondly, it is opened by a retired brigade general. It is often a place for federal military gatherings. The Saber Bar is simple to decorate, but every corner and every decoration continues a clean and neat military style.

This is the world of men and spirits, and when Allen asked Tonysff to bring him to this bar, he was also quite surprised. After all, Tonysff's style seemed to be out of place with the bar.

"Allen, I'm so happy." The lieutenant's voice interrupted Allen's interest in observing the bar. Tonysf took out a handkerchief at some point and bit his mouth tightly and said, "I have attracted five contestants on the death stage, but you are the only one who won the victory. Who will say in the future that the boys Tonysf brings out are all soft balls!"

A sentence attracted the laughter of other soldiers beside him. Tonysff grabbed the spirits he had just sent, raised his glass and shouted: "Let's have a drink and toast to Allen!"

"Sure Alan!"

After pouring a glass of brandy in, Tonysf was still very excited. The lieutenant even danced onto the bar stage, hugged a dancer who was dancing hotly, took the microphone and said, "Today is a day worth celebrating, and I can't help but want to sing a song."

Unexpectedly, before Tonysff could sing, someone had already broken the situation below.

"Please let our ears go, Lieutenant."

"Yes, your singing reminds us of the old mother's chicken's cry!"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, and Alan laughed. A female waiter came over. She was very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her long brown hair was spread out, her eyes were blurred, and her bold and open collar exposed her snow-white chest muscles to the air. A soldier whistled at her, reached out to touch her butt, and stuffed the tip into her cleavage.

The girl cursed quietly and quietly took the tip into her pocket. As she walked past Alan, she put a glass of beer in front of him and rubbed her chest on his arm and said, "I'll treat this to you."

"Hey, that young lady!" Tonysff shouted with the microphone: "Don't think about cheating our Master Alan on your bed with a glass of beer. I tell you that he is now a celebrity in the Bethcod family! That's right, this morning, Mr. Horn personally invited our young master to join Bethcod, and he has a bright future. At least he can be a brigade general in the future, so please move your chest, and that position should be left to other noble ladies!" Dao Ni Qiankun

The soldiers also started to cheer, and the girl's face turned red and she cursed "Damn the shemale" hatefully, but walked away helplessly. As Tonysff said, Allen was already Bethcod's person, and the family patriarch Horn personally invited him. Her position in the family will definitely not be too low in the future. People like this can accompany her, the worst of the daughter of an ordinary noble family, and she will never be an ordinary waitress.

In Babylon, the class is far more harsh than imagined. If you don’t have enough power and seek something that should not belong to you, death is the lightest punishment. The girl doesn’t want to be known by a noble daughter in the future that she had an indecent idea of ​​Allen, and then one day she died in an inexplicable remote alley.

Sometimes, offending the young ladies is far more terrifying than those young men who show mercy everywhere.

After the small episode, Tonysf no longer cared about the soldiers below and began to sing in a hoarse voice: "The morning sun awakened me, and the birds on the windowsill were already singing. I thought it was just a repetitive morning, but their arrival changed everything..."

"The meteor shining in the sky brings not the gospel of heaven, but the revelation of hell. The sea stirs up huge waves, the mountains collapse in the fire, and the city turns into a sea of ​​fire. We can no longer hear laughter, only the whisper of the devil..." At first, some soldiers gradually echoed. They sang in a low voice while slapped the table with their hands to form a common rhythm.

"Day is replaced by night, and only blizzards and strong winds remain in the world. But there is a voice shouting, and humans should resist!" Tonysff's voice grew higher: "So we packed our luggage and left the familiar village. There was endless darkness ahead, and we didn't know where we were going. But we had to face the ice and snow, and charge towards the direction of the storm! Charge!"

The song is getting faster and almost all the soldiers in the bar join the chorus: "No matter how powerful the enemy is, we will not retreat; even if the God of Destiny has abandoned us, he will rush to the battlefield of knowingness, tear the darkness apart, and let the dawn illuminate the other side of that day!"

"Thousands of soldiers point to billions of glory. I will die in battle, but I will also make the enemy feel scared! We are the blade of dawn, and we are the shield of hope. Our name will be engraved on the monument of the heroic spirit!" The strongest immortal reborn

Next were a few repetitive melodies, but the soldiers sang more and more quickly. The fast melody and the passionate lyrics were heard, even if Alan was not a soldier, and he didn't know that this was the "Song of Dawn", a song written to commemorate the epic war. It was known to everyone in Babylon and loved by soldiers. When the soldiers roared out the last passionate note, the song came to an abrupt end.

The sudden interruption left a huge gap and brought deep shock to people's hearts!

"drink wine!"

I don’t know who called me, but then everyone was drinking. Even Alan was in a state of great excitement and couldn’t help but drink a few more glasses. He hadn’t drunk so much, and the wine immediately surged after a few glasses, and the world became blurred in his eyes.

Finally, the boy was unable to drink and fell asleep on the table with his glass of wine.

As a bar, "Twilight" is much more luxurious than "Sabers". Located at the southern end of Jinyi Street, next to the bustling Hatton Commercial Street, people entering and leaving here every day are not rich or noble. Twilight emphasizes a restrained luxury to meet the aesthetic standards of the current aristocratic. Using an arch dotted with stars as the gate, walking along the red carpet is a simple partition, and the only decoration is a mural inlaid with Masek porcelain on the upper side.

However, when you turn the partition, a huge space with a dark blue background will shock your eyes. This is a twilight hall with dance floors, bars, public areas and hidden booths. The bar is decorated with stained glass curtain walls, stone sculptures, crystal chandeliers, and even a small fountain as a partition in front of the stage used for performances!

Whether it is the scale or the flow of tourists, the twilight is far above the saber. People entering and leaving the place are well-dressed and elegant, like a miniature microcosm of an upper class. Of course, the twilight does not entertain all nobles, but more of the rich people in Babylon. Babylon is a place with distinct classes, even all walks of life are no exception. With the qualifications of the twilight, the guests are mostly rich people, lower nobles or children from some aristocratic families.

The real wealthy nobles don’t want to linger in such places.

But even so, there is also an insurmountable class concept in the twilight. For example, those elegant hidden booths are only open to the aristocratic class. Even if the common people are rich, they can only wander in the public area. At this moment, a burst of laughter burst into one booth, which attracted people to look at each other. There are seven or eight half-year-old children of fifteen or sixteen years old, and these older children are basically children of a certain family.

One of them was sturdy, with brown hair combed with oily hair and freckles on his face, and was obviously the focus of his sight. He used an exaggerated expression and large movements to tell the story of himself fighting with the two family guards: "... In the end, I kicked Megan down with one blow." The princess is tough, general, you are not obedient.

"What after?"

"Of course I will celebrate with Yeni and those girls. Don't ask me where to celebrate. In short, I can only say that those girls are so hot."

Everyone suddenly burst into tacit laughter, and a boy raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink for the promising Young Master Vincent."

"Dry!"

After three rounds, someone said, "Vinson, I heard that you Bethcod had just recruited a boy named Allen. That was the winner of this death ring, right?"

Vinson said disinterestedly: "It's just a plaintiff. How much can you do, it's just a family warrior."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, someone from another booth behind said quietly: "I don't think so."

Vinson immediately changed color, stood up and said coldly: "Do you know who I am? What I said doesn't need you to evaluate!"

The man chuckled: "Cousin Vincent, what a big air."

Vinson was stunned and walked into the booth at the back. There were not many people in this booth. A young man older than Vinson sat in it, and there was a hot girl on both sides of the left and right. The boy's square face was profound, his short dark brown hair showed his ability, and his eyes were bright and energetic, as if he could look directly at people's hearts.

Seeing him, Vinson immediately filled with a smile and said, "It turns out it's cousin Kordov, why are you here in Twilight?"

"I'm bored and I'm just going to go around and find that it's actually good." The young man pushed a girl on the left, signaling her to sit away, and gave her the position to Vinson.

Vinson was not polite, and sat down, poured wine for Kordov with his own hands and said, "Kordov, what did you mean just now?"

"It's obvious that that boy named Alan would never be as simple as being a family warrior." Kordov shook his wine glass and looked at Vincent with a smile and said, "Don't forget that it was the person invited by Grandpa himself. Do you think Grandpa would be so bored that he would specially invite a future family warrior?"
Chapter completed!