Chapter 2289 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-One)

Chapter 2282 Gotham Music Festival (21)

On the morning of the next day, the dark clouds still had not completely dispersed. This was actually to create a good environment for tourists to play on the beach. After all, the ultraviolet rays were too strong and could easily cause sunburn. The weather, which was neither sunny nor cloudy, was just right.

When they got up in the morning, the children changed into their swimsuits and got ready to go to the beach. The adults also applied a thick layer of sunscreen and got ready to go to the beach to bask in the sun.

As someone who had no interest in swimming in the sea or lying on a deck chair and sunbathing boredly, he decided to go to Lucifer's bar for a drink and find out what was going on with his bar being on the verge of closure less than half a month after it opened. Forming.

Speaking of which, it is not easy for a one-man archangel to be able to work in a bar from one stall to another. Especially Hal and Schiller, who had helped Lucifer in the bar before, wanted to know how he did it. Arrived.

That's right, Lucifer's bar in Beach City didn't survive more than three months. That's why Lucifer decided to open this bar in Gotham to only accommodate supernatural beings.

"I have further seen how chaotic and crazy human beings are." On the way to the bar, Lucifer shook his head and said, "I don't know where they come from so many quarrels, and I don't know where these drunkards come from. Why was my first reaction after seeing the angel coming was to throw a wine bottle at me?”

"What else could it be for?" Hal sneered and said, "You already said they were drunks. They would only think that they saw the angel because they drank too much. In this case, would you not throw it away?"

"What about the demons? Maizi has been here several times, and they even tried to pull her tail."

"The two things that humans are best at are numbing themselves and being motivated by sex." Schiller looked at Lucifer and said, "You have happened to me, so accept your fate."

Lucifer sighed.

Soon they arrived at Lucifer's bar on the beach. The decoration was as always, very tasteful, blending Gotham's Gothic style and adding some medieval voodoo elements, making it look dark and mysterious.

As soon as Hal sat down, he said: "I know you want us to praise your decoration level, but have you ever thought that any intelligent life likes to see novel styles that it has never seen before, and humans may be disapproving of you. A fantasy style expresses wonder, and what’s 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, at least in a modern style, because this is a style created by humans in modern times based on a huge industrial system. Although it is not unique in the universe, it is It’s definitely different from the style of heaven, hell and those magical worlds. There is no sensory stimulation. Who would come to buy such expensive wine from you?”

Hearing Hal mention the price, Schiller glanced at the menu. It was written in a language he couldn't understand, but after a few more glances, he could decipher the symbols representing numbers. Judging from the structure and length, The price is certainly not low.

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

"How many drinks can they get drunk?"

"Well...it mainly depends on their own strength. The stronger they are, the less likely they are to get drunk. Someone at Azazel's level will probably get drunk after drinking seven or eight glasses of wine."

Hal covered his forehead and said: "The devil of hell got drunk after drinking seven or eight drinks. Are you selling alcohol or narcotics?"

"You mean I should add some water?"

"What I mean is that two drops of wine in your water is enough!" Hal rubbed his temples and said: "How many ordinary demons can reach Azazel's power level? You can adjust it according to this conversion ratio. That’s right, I know why you lose your pants every time.”

Lucifer muttered a few words, but did not 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: "So how many existences of Azazel's level are there? How much free time do you expect them to have to come to your place to drink every day?"

"Is every art inevitably compromised by commercialism?" Lucifer said lying on the bar: "I really can't stand it. There are a group of drunk low-level demons in my bar every day. They will smash the place to pieces. ”

"Then build a membership-only restaurant." Schiller said: "Take the high-end invitation-only route, develop more varieties of wine, sell them at more expensive prices, and make this a place for upper-class angels and devils to socialize."

Only then did Lucifer react, looked at Schiller and said, "Why did you come up again? I thought you were arrogant today."

"The response is too slow, and you seem unhappy to see me."

"No angel or demon would want to see a warmonger who urges Satan to fight World War II every day." Lucifer wiped the wine glass in his hand and said: "I advise you to put down your dangerous thoughts quickly. If Michael discovers Already..."

"If Michael finds out, I will say that you instigated it, Your Majesty Satan."

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

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

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

"Stop joking, Uriel will kill me."

Schiller looked helpless, he sighed and said: "It's my fault that I have been dealing with smart people for a long time, and I forgot that you old-fashioned people can't understand a hint."

"I asked 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. Just say that during the Fallen War, you fought Michael for three hundred rounds before you got a drop of blood from his heart, and you are willing to share this honor with you."

Lucifer covered his face and said: "First of all, heaven and hell are armies facing each other. I am a general, not a vanguard. I only have one blood with Michael. I fought the battle at 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 rounds 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. No one in this world knows the body structure of archangels except for the archangels. You said that you stabbed Michael's heart with the tip of the gun during the fight. No one can say that you didn't, because they can't beat you anyway. Wouldn't it be courting death 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 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 king 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 that 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?"

"Know this, then 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 can only be said to be 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's my student." Schiller took another sip of wine and said, "And she's about to go to middle school. Gotham has a lot of academic pressure, 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 Lucifer put on his 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 helpless and said, "Are all you people in Gotham like this? Can saying 'my pleasure' tire you to death? I'm beginning to understand God a little bit."

Lucifer was stunned, and Schiller immediately went a step 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 calmly: "When did I say that? Maybe you heard it in a hallucination, I just..."

"You protected his tombstone very well."

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

And Schiller silently added in his heart.

"But it will soon be bad."

Greed!