They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 78 Bartending? From Beginner to Grave

"You...you, you, you, you are not friendly at all!"

Steyer pointed at Gro's glasses and stammered for a long time, still apprehensive about losing his trachea. The traditional Enderean swear words that were on the tip of his tongue turned into a bland accusation.

"Pfft, hahahahahahaha!" Before Groh could react, James couldn't help but pat his stomach and burst out laughing.

Ria watched silently: "What are you doing here? What happened to your football dream?"

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Kercha. Football can be played anytime, but the opportunity to have fun at a pub isn't something you can do all year round."

“The church members are still here.”

"It doesn't matter, aren't they enjoying themselves? Besides, there are only a few of them. Who knows where they've gone to play during the Great Rain Festival. Do they think they can threaten us?"

As he spoke, James leaned back and placed his hands on the back of the sofa.

"Granny is truly remarkable; it's far more interesting than that Winstown. This story teaches us that when building a town, we should choose a location with convenient transportation, rather than some remote, impoverished place that's hard to find on a map."

"Come on, Kelcha, don't just stand there, find somewhere to sit."

Ria glanced at the sofa, which was almost entirely occupied by the doctor, and said without any mercy, "Where are you sitting? How's your head?"

"Why do you talk to other people completely differently than you talk to me? Where is your gentlemanly manners?"

"Anyone can fake that. How could I, who came from a poor background, have the same demeanor and refinement as those merchants and nobles?"

Besides, you should speak differently to different people. There's no need for such formalities between us. If I remember correctly... I seem to be your superior.

"Hey, I'd forgotten about you if you hadn't mentioned it, Lord Disorder."

But what's that saying again... Oh right, all men are born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low, noble and base among men.

You look quite young, yet you speak with such snobbishness. What will you do in the future? As an elder who has lived for countless years, I can offer you some free advice on how to conduct yourself in society.

"Let's talk about how to maintain good interpersonal relationships..."

James was completely absorbed in his own world. After he finished spouting a long string of what he considered to be profound truths and famous quotes, he looked at Ria and found that the side was empty; the patient was no longer there.

Meanwhile, Ria was at the front desk watching Harik's bartending performance and had absolutely no interest in someone's long-winded speech.

This led one doctor to consider whether to adopt Gro's approach to interacting with patients, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up.

Ria may seem harmless, but she is actually extremely vengeful. She might start holding a grudge somewhere and set a trap for him to fall into.

What's more, it was James who first withheld his salary.

For a group like black market merchants who are obsessed with money, being owed wages is more painful than killing them and then hanging their corpses on a cross and whipping them.

Whether or not Lia had guessed that he was withholding wages, her reaction was quite mild.

So James wasn't dissatisfied.

He now felt that Ria was the best patient he had ever treated. If it were any of his previous patients, they would have used foul language and reported his misdeeds to the Guardian Headquarters without hesitation.

"Ahem, it's okay if his attitude is a little bad. I wouldn't be used to it if he suddenly became nice one day."

James comforted himself with this thought, picked up the wine with the soft straw inserted on the table, poked the other end of the straw through the folding lens, and put it in his mouth.

The music had changed, and Steyr, who had just regained his ability to speak, eagerly grabbed the lead singer's spot in front of the band. He pushed the young, voluptuous blonde girl to the ground and began to belt out a song. "Ladies and gentlemen! I'm so happy today, the drinks for all the guests—"

Whoever wants to pay can pay, I'm not paying!!!

He had his arm around the saxophonist's shoulder, and he did seem to be in a good mood. But Steyer's happiness didn't last long before a few burly men who had surrounded him beat him up in public and threw him out of the tavern.

"..."

Groh reached up and touched his forehead, completely unwilling to admit that he knew him.

"To some extent, his portrayal of the idiot meme was indeed very successful."

This is how Lia commented.

He sat at the bar, propping his head up with one hand and staring at the bartender manipulating bottles with various techniques, when he suddenly asked, "Need any help?"

"You know how to mix drinks?" Harik, who was sweating profusely from his work, glanced at him briefly.

"No, but I can learn, and I can pay some tuition."

As she spoke, Ria sat up slightly, clenching her fist with the hand she used to support her head. When she opened it again, she held a folded piece of paper.

“I learn very quickly, and with my help, your stress can be reduced.”

As he spoke, the young man placed the paper on the table and patiently waited for Harik's answer. Harik agreed without hesitation, using a wine bottle to weigh down the paper and having Ria stand next to him.

"You don't need to learn all those fancy moves I make. Just mix the drinks first. Now, let's familiarize ourselves with these ingredients."

Before mixing a drink, the first thing to do is to gather all the ingredients, because customers don't have that much free time to wait for you to find all the ingredients.

Moreover, every second is crucial during the modulation process; controlling the time is controlling the quality. Don't waste time on unnecessary things.

He looked at Ria: "Do you know what a measuring cup is? The amount of each ingredient is also something you should pay attention to. Also, take off your gloves and wash your hands. Guests don't want to drink something dirty."

“Okay.” Ria took off her gloves and went to the pool behind her to clean her hands carefully.

His sudden desire to learn bartending was not out of boredom. As the doctor had said, the next meme could be a magician, and for a magician, the most important thing is a pair of skillful hands and extraordinary reflexes.

In the tavern, the bartender's brilliant performance gave Ria a glimmer of hope. After all, the skill of making a bunch of fragile items intact after such a fancy performance, and even creating fine wine, was truly amazing.

If you were to find a magician elsewhere to learn magic, the cost would certainly be much higher than here.

Ria might as well practice the basics here, so she can disguise herself as a bartender in necessary situations in the future.

"You're back, and you came back quite quickly."

Harik, without moving his head, said, "I've already taught you the basics of bartending; now it's your turn to put it into practice—"

I've assigned you fifteen orders. Please set them up within half an hour according to the instructions on the table.

quality?

Quality doesn't matter; these drunkards can't tell the difference anyway.

(End of this chapter)