The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2282 Gotham Music Chapter (21)

Chapter 2282 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-one)

On the morning of the second day, the dark clouds still had not completely dissipated. This was actually to create a good beach environment for tourists. After all, the ultraviolet rays were too strong and could easily get people sunburned, so weather that was neither sunny nor cloudy was just right.

When they got up 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 sunbathe.

Those who were neither interested in playing in the sea nor lying on a lounge chair sunbathing decided to go to Lucifer's bar for a drink or two and find out how his bar was on the verge of bankruptcy less than half a month after opening.

Well, it's not easy for an archangel who is second only to one person to run a bar and ruin every stall. Especially Hal and Schiller, who had helped Lucifer with bar advice before, really wanted to know how he did it.

That’s right, the bar Lucifer opened in Seaside City didn’t survive for more than three months. That’s why Lucifer decided to only accept supernatural creatures in the bar he opened in Gotham.

"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 got so much to argue about, and I don't know why these drunks' first reaction after seeing the angels descend was to throw a bottle at me."

"Why else?" Hal sneered, "You said they were drunkards. They would think they saw angels because they were drunk. Would you not throw it away in this case?"

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

"There are two things that humans are best at: paralyzing themselves and being tempted by beauty." Schiller looked at Lucifer and said, "You have already encountered this. Just accept your fate."

Lucifer sighed.

Soon they arrived at Lucifer's bar on the beach. The decoration was as tasteful as ever, combining Gotham's Gothic style with some medieval voodoo elements. It looked dim 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 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 stunned by the question.

"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 created in modern times based on a huge industrial system. Although it cannot be called 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?"

When he heard Hal mention the price, Schiller took a look at the menu. The language on it was a language he couldn't understand, but after looking at it a few more times, he was able to decipher the symbols representing numbers. Judging from the structure and length, the price must be high.

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

"So how many drinks does it take for them to get drunk?"

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

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

"You mean I should add some water?"

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

Lucifer grumbled a few words, but didn't refute. He shook his head and said, "What kind of wine is that? How is it different from water?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Then how many beings 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 kind of art bound to compromise with commercialization?" Lucifer said, lying on the bar. "I really can't stand it. My bar is always full of drunken low-level demons who will smash it to pieces."

"Then we can open a membership restaurant," Schiller said. "We can go the high-end route of invitation-only, develop more varieties of wine, sell them at higher prices, and turn this into a place for high-class angels and demons to socialize."

Lucifer finally reacted, looked at Schiller and said, "Why are you here again? I thought it was arrogance today."

"You're so slow to react, and you seem really unhappy to see me."

"No angel or demon would be willing to see a warmonger who urges Satan to start World War II every day." Lucifer wiped the wine glass in his hand and said, "I advise you to quickly give up your dangerous thoughts. If Michael finds out..."

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

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

"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."

"Don't be ridiculous, Uriel will kill me."

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

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

"You're such a damn liar."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Or you could call it Lucifer's Brew, which means your blood is added to it. It would be even better to call it Michael's Brew. You could say that during the Fallen Angels 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 glory with you all."

Lucifer covered his face and said, "First of all, Heaven and Hell are a battle between two armies. I am a general, not a vanguard. I have only fought one battle with Michael at the Holy Spring, and it ended in a draw."

"Secondly, there were so many angels and demons watching us. We fought for a few moves and then separated. How could I possibly cut open his chest and take 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 an archangel except for the archangel. You said that you stabbed Michael's heart with the tip of your spear during the fight. No one can deny that you didn't do that, because they can't beat you anyway. Wouldn't it be courting death to jump out and refute you?"

"But Michael will..."

"He will call you shameless, saying you are a liar who deceives the world and steals fame, hypocritical, vain, and unreasonable. But who are you? In addition to being the first light in the world, you are also Satan. Isn't calling you like this the equivalent of praising you?"

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

"Because if you listen any further you'll be tempted, Satan."

Lucifer held out a hand and said, "Listen, Satan is the king of hell, but we have to have some dignity too."

"So what's the difference between you and an angel?"

"In fact, there is nothing wrong with demons and angels..."

"Then why did you fight the Fallen War in the first place?"

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

"Then call it God's Brew!"

“God is my dad!”

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

“But I didn’t win!”

"Then go fight again!"

Lucifer's fist 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 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 was your guarantor. Now you're dead and all your debts are in tatters. Do you know how much effort I put in to get myself out of this?"

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

"Knowing this, please be polite when speaking."

"I'm much more polite than arrogant."

Lucifer couldn't refute it. In terms of the sharpness of words, Greed was not even one-tenth of Arrogance. But in terms of annoyingness, it can't be said that he is very different from the original Schiller. It can only be said that they are in the same vein.

Schiller actually knew that he had borrowed so much debt back then. Although his account was closed and reopened after his death, if someone was deliberately looking for 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 wrong.

Schiller guessed that this was also one of the original arrangements. He used Lucifer's feather as a guarantee, and for the sake of his future peace, Lucifer would also help him clean up the 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 so is the bar's money-making plan."

"I don't need to make any money."

"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 could she..."

"She's not Harley Quinn yet, but she's my student." Schiller took another sip of his wine and said, "And she's about to go to middle school. The academic pressure in Gotham is high, and she'll have to take extra classes. I'm afraid she'll 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."

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

"Which god or ghost is so desperate that he would go after Batman and the Joker?" Lucifer lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "Soon there will be no such god or ghost in the universe."

Schiller leaned on the bar as if he was somewhat helpless and said, "Are all you people in Gotham like this? Can saying 'my pleasure' kill you? 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 calmly, "When did I say that? Maybe you were hallucinating, I just..."

"You took good care of his tombstone."

Lucifer froze in place, and after a while he looked at Schiller, then silently looked away.

Schiller added silently in his heart.

"But it's going to get worse soon."

Greed!

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(End of this chapter)