On the beach in the afternoon sunshine, a man sat on a bench under an umbrella, playing the guitar leisurely and humming a slightly monotonous melody.
"There is a house on the seaside of Freeport."
"People call it the House of the Rising Sun."
"A lot of people are going to have a great time here..."
Suddenly, a black shadow covered the man's body and blocked the warm light. He stopped playing and singing and looked at the blurry silhouette with a puzzled face.
The visitor has blond hair that shines in the sun, a pair of dark sunglasses on his face, a floral shirt on his upper body, the buttons loosely unbuttoned, revealing muscles that have been covered with a layer of fat, and his lower body is wearing
The same colorful shorts and slippers.
The man frowned and had to admit that the other party's appearance was really a stereotype of a beach boy.
I saw the beach boy drank most of the can of beer in his hand, burped loudly, and said in a very surprised voice.
"Having a fun time in the House of the Rising Sun? Are you serious, Lebius?"
Beach Boy sat down on the bench next to Lebius, picked up the empty wine glass on the small table that Lebius had drunk with only ice cubes, poured all the canned beer into it, and chilled it a little.
, turned the straw around and took two strong puffs.
He made a pleasant sound of comfort.
Lebius put down his guitar and looked at this guy helplessly, "It's okay, I just adapted the song appropriately."
"Hell, are you adapting this? Belphegor will cry when he hears it."
Beach Boy took off his sunglasses, winked and said, "Belphegor played this song to warn and torture the unlucky ones who stepped into his trap, but you made it..."
He turned back and glanced at the Sunshine Hotel, which was located at the end of the beach and stood on the edge of the resort area. There were a few big characters hanging on the signboard.
The House of the Rising Sun.
Beach Boy sighed again, "You changed this thing into the theme song of your hotel? Hell, you also directly used the name of the House of Rising Sun. I know the devil is not a good thing, but you can't just steal it!
"
Lebius's brows knitted even tighter, almost curling together.
He said, "Palmer, why are the things you care about always so baffling?"
Palmer smiled and raised his glass to Lebius, "Maybe it's because I see the world from a different perspective."
Lebius was silent for a few seconds, then he sighed and explained slowly.
"You know, I'm not good at thinking about things like names... After the place was built, when Jeffrey asked me what name I should give it, I naturally thought of this."
Lebius paused and then said, "Belphegor is really good at naming. Don't you think it's a good name that is recognized by the devil?"
"It's really good. I feel like I have turned my past pain into entertainment and then trampled it on my feet."
Palmer knew about the old grudge between Lebius and Belphegor, and he continued to comment, "And since Belphegor is dead anyway, even if he wants to complain, he can't say anything."
"Well...Besides, I don't think the devil will complain about anything. Instead, he will like you to use this name, just like it is a recognition of his taste."
Lebius nodded silently. His relationship with Belphegor was more about grudges, but guys like Palmer and Burlogo who were passionate about film art were able to interact with Belphegor beyond hatred.
Finger made some subtle connections.
So no matter how unreliable Palmer is, he still has some say in Belphegor's story.
and……
Lebius looked at the coastline, where the end of the clear blue sea merged with the sky.
It's over, everything is over.
Whether it was hatred and long-cherished wishes, or the unfinished war, all disputes and grudges had disappeared in that war.
The world has ushered in a new chapter, and Lebius's life has also entered a new stage. He has made peace with it all...or is relieved.
"So, how's business?"
Palmer glanced around the beach. To be honest, there were not many people on the beach. It was empty and a little lonely, but it was also exceptionally peaceful.
"As you can see, this place was just developed not long ago."
Lebius looked to the side and pointed at the steel jungle not far from the beach, which was made up of countless scrap ships.
Lebius's retirement plan is indeed very good. He will build a sunshine hotel in Freeport and watch the young and beautiful bodies smeared with sunscreen and shine in the sun every day in the warm and humid sea breeze...
This is all great, just by imagining that scene, Palmer couldn't help but applaud Lebius, but the problem is that although the idea is beautiful, the reality is still very cruel.
Freeport is not an unclaimed land. Even if Lebius uses the banner of the Bureau of Order, it will cost money to establish a foothold here... At least the rent of the beach, the construction of the house, and various operating costs need to be borne by him.
In so many years of work, Lebius has accumulated a very considerable wealth, but no matter how considerable the wealth is, it cannot be squandered casually. In order to save money as much as possible, Lebius chose a place where the rent is not so expensive.
location.
Hulk coast.
With the advent of the peaceful era and the combination of the extraordinary and the mortal under the leadership of the Bureau of Order, the people of Xitao have recently been preparing to clean up the coast of the wreck and turn it into a new tourist area.
Lebius became the first merchant in this new tourist area. In order to get the best possible discounts, as a leader of the school of control, he must rely on the power of control and the people of Xitao after sunset every day.
The Sublimation Masters, work together to deal with the steel ruins weighing hundreds of tons.
After a period of hard work, they have cleared a large area, and this area has also been put into operation.
Thus, Lebius's Sunshine Hotel opened.
"This place has just been developed for a while, and the surrounding supporting facilities have not been completed. In addition, it is the off-season for tourism, so it is normal for the passenger flow to be less."
Lebius analyzed and gave a series of answers.
"Really?"
Palmer asked seriously, "Compared with this reason, I think it's your problem more."
"Me? What's my problem?"
Lebius was a little confused. As an innkeeper, he was very competent.
"Look at you, Lebius, look at how you're dressed," Palmer kept complaining, "This is the beach, everyone wants to show off their bodies, and you, hell, you're dressed like a wrap
Body bags.”
Lebius lowered his head and glanced at his body. His dressing style was still as usual, serious and cold tones, and he was wrapped tightly.
"My body is ugly and will only scare other people."
Lebius was telling the truth on this point. He had gone through many battles, leaving scars all over his body, cutting open his body and damaging his soul.
If he hadn't been a Sublime Master, Lebius would be a paralyzed patient in bed now. If he were dressed like Palmer, the travelers around him would just feel like a scarred corpse came to life.
Palmer said, "But you can't cover it up like this all the time, and you're going to be working here for a long time?"
"Or maybe I will become a unique scenery here?"
Lebius smiled, "For example, maybe in a few years, people will know that there is such a well-covered freak here, and their service is very good."
Palmer thought for a moment and raised his glass to Lebius again, "Sounds pretty good."
"certainly."
Lebius picked up the guitar, stood up unsteadily, and asked belatedly, "Why are you here? Palmer, I'm retired, and you're not."
"Me? I'm just on vacation. Together with Boluogo, we call this our last single time."
Palmer said and pointed in another direction. Lebius looked along the direction. On the rows of lounge chairs at the entrance of the Sunshine Hotel, a guy also wearing a floral shirt was talking with Jeff who had just walked out of the house.
Chatting there, you can hear laughter from time to time.
Lebius muttered a few words, "Oh? The last single time?"
"Yes, we took a while off, walked from south to north, and visited some friends we haven't seen for a long time...although it's not that long."
Palmer sighed, "We are all condensers, and things like the Winding Path Gate are very convenient. The geographical distance that once made us feel hopeless now seems much gentler."
"Where is your next stop?"
"I haven't thought about it yet," said Palmer. "I'm a person who doesn't have any plans, and Bologna said, since it's the holidays, don't make any plans, make it all feel like work."
"Hmm...so are you sure your place won't go bankrupt?"
Palmer suddenly asked again, and then he approached Lebius and whispered, "Do you need the Clerks family to take a stake?"
"No need, we have a very solid customer base."
Lebius refused with a smile, and then responded in a low voice, "We have reached cooperation with the Logistics Department."
"oh?"
"Once the coast of the abandoned ship is cleaned up and a new tourist area is built, our place will become one of the vacation projects designated by the logistics department. This alone will be enough to maintain our profits."
"Um……"
Palmer nodded in agreement. There were still a lot of employees in the Bureau of Order. A few groups of people who came here for vacation every year were enough to boost Lebius's revenue.
After approving it, Palmer suddenly realized a problem and he wondered.
“Is this considered seeking public benefit for personal gain?”
"Can you think of something better?"
"Haha," Palmer laughed awkwardly, "just a joke."
After the laughter, Palmer calmed down, drank all the beer in his glass, ate an ice cube, and crunched it.
With a chill in his throat, Palmer glanced at the sparkling sea, looked at Lebius who was full of relaxation, and then looked at the hotel in the sun, where two blurry figures were laughing under the eaves.
Endless.
“This is indeed a great place to take a vacation.”
As Palmer spoke, he lay down carelessly on the recliner, his muscles completely relaxed, and he was at the mercy of gravity.
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