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"Yes, luck. This thing is so annoying. No one can say whether it will be good or bad tomorrow. Even if someone who has never even scratched the skin after more than a dozen battles, would he dare to say that he can keep being so lucky?"

The cup that was turning in Levi paused for a moment. He knew that the bartender, who had never thought so much, wanted to say to him before.

"The people who made this fortune all made money were thinking about going home to support their wives and have children before they died. But how could such an incomprehensible ghost like luck be so obedient? Those who think that if they make more money and leave, they might not be able to come back next time they go out from me. I have never seen many people who know when to stop. There are even less people like you."

The bartender’s meaning is very simple. Just enough money for life is enough. It is a fool to really regard it as a lifelong "career". Although the bartender can see that Levi is a veteran, he still doesn’t think Levi’s IQ is. He will spend money and spend money before making money and come back to make money. What does he regard fighting as? Does the five-year-old child in the neighbor’s neighbor’s game with colorful toys?

Although the bartender's experience may be extremely rich on this planet, he is still limited to this planet. And after all, he has not personally moved around in such a situation, and it is better to experience it personally when he sees it and hears it. He will not understand Levi's life, and most of the heroic men in this bar can't understand it, except for the peer who is a little special in the corner.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter how hard you kid die. If you want to come here a few more times, I can also help the boss make more money, hahahaha... well?"

The bartender patted Levi's shoulder twice. On the one hand, it was due to his personality, and on the other hand, it was probably also asking Levi to not take his words to heart. Anyway, the topic in the bar is inseparable from "death". He felt that what he said was not as taboo as Levi was. However, as he smiled, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he saw a ghost in his shop.

"……child?"

Without listening to what the bartender said, just looking at his mouth that he could hardly close, Levi knew that he had finally seen the most inconsistent existence in the bar today.

"It should be a little girl to be precise."

Levi helped the bartender to add that the bald uncle felt as if he was in the hotel room of ** and found his child hiding under the bed. Unbelievable? Unbelievable? After a while in consciousness, the bald bartender calmed down. He stretched his hand back to a cup containing some low-alcohol wine and sipped it into his mouth. After moistening the throat and lips that had been opened for too long, he bent down and supported his elbows on the bar and whispered to Levi: "If you remember correctly, I have been working here for almost thirty years. It is probably the first time I have seen a child coming in from the store."

What he said was probably specifically "customers", Levi thought. Because when he came last time, he heard the sound of a child crying from the kitchen, it sounded like the chef who was responsible for making snacks brought his son who was unattended to the store... Except for Levi, no other customers heard the intermittent little crying. After all, the noise in the store was almost as high as the battlefield where the camps on both sides pulled cannons against the bombardment. I said before that this planet is not far from the earth a hundred years ago, which means that people with abnormal hearing like Levi are almost non-existent. So, the chef is not considered disturbing the customer, right? The premise is that he was so upset that he was confused by his son's crying and making salad oil and olive oil that he had not discovered.

"Do you have regulations prohibiting minors from coming in?"

Levi didn't knowingly ask that he had been to much more planets than most people on this planet. Not to mention that different countries will have different regulations and customs, different intelligent life on different planets are even more different. He felt that planets like Earth would probably be similar, and the experiences he had stayed there for more than ten days also proved some of his speculation. But the areas in the war would be different from peaceful countries. He really didn't know if the bartender would go over and "please" the little girl sitting alone in the corner.

"Yes, yes, but after so many years of fighting this war, do you think there are still people who come to care about these small matters?"

Not only to state a fact and answer a question, the bartender's tone revealed a disapproval of the managers of their own country. Yes, it is also a joke that a neutral country like this, which does not even have their own army, is sandwiched between two big countries and wants to get along with each other. The president and other officials of this country are actually just a pitiful puppets at the mercy of the two big countries. In the absence of war, there are many police officers in charge of the people's affairs. At this time, they only do their useless work on the border patrol. The security in the city basically depends on the consciousness of the people, not to mention the trivial matters such as minors not drinking or entering and leaving bars and other entertainment venues.

What's more... the bartender looked at the little girl in the corner and didn't think there would be such a child in his country. Even though he was a country at least, he had a population of more than 100,000. The bartender who thought he had a very rich experience felt that the child was not an indigenous person of his country.

"That's right. Even if the police don't care, the average child will not dare to come in."

Levi said this, but remembered the group of ** teenagers whom I saw near an abandoned building complex a few days ago. The teenagers were wearing strange clothes and holding homemade weapons that they were waving to at whom they were hustling. They were noisy in the building without even a good window. They seemed to be at the age of fearlessness, but they did not dare to step their feet into such a bar.

Even the teenager who claims to be a self-proclaimed person is just a group of cynical children. So what if he grows up and becomes a terrifying person? Mercenaries, killers, and these are not in the same world as them.

"Although I can't see clearly, my dress doesn't look like an ordinary person. Mercenaries don't use such a young girl. Could it be that any killer brought an apprentice?"

The bartender was muttering and thinking alone, but he didn't know that he had guessed most of the truth in just a few seconds. This alone was enough to make Levi look at him with admiration. The so-called rich experience and sharp eyes seemed to be not bragging.

"The killer is the killer, but he is not anyone's apprentice, and no one can be her master."

Levi held his breath and poured the wine in the cup into his mouth. He held it in his hand for a long time. Not only did he not make it evenly contact with the air as the tasters said, but the temperature on his hands melted a little bit, and it felt even harder to enter his throat after the temperature of the wine increased.
Chapter completed!