Wilderness Redemption Tour

Hearing this, Lin Yan slightly turned sideways to let him see Sadie behind him.

"What if... I bring someone with me?"

"Uh, this..." The ticket seller was stunned for a moment, "Miss Marjorie didn't say that you have to buy a ticket to enter."

The ticket price for the Harlech Theater is not cheap. If the ticket seller rashly lets people in, he may have to pay the loss out of his own pocket.

"Is that so...then give me a ticket, for one o'clock." As he said that, Lin Yan took out the money and handed it over.

Taking the ticket from the conductor, Lin Yan turned around and waved at Sadie, "Let's go, let's find a place to sit for a while and have something to eat. I'll treat you to a show later."

The performances at the Harlech Theater are on a rotation basis, and which team will perform which show on that day is clearly written on the program in front of the theater. When Lin Yan came in, he noticed that today's performance was completely different from the one he saw last time, so he bought another ticket for Sadie.

The two had just finished breakfast and were not very hungry, so they were not in a hurry to find a place to eat. Lin Yan took Sadie around the theater and finally chose a tavern with a simple decoration. There was a small blackboard hanging at the door of the tavern, on which were written the prices of some drinks and food. The prices were quite affordable, and Lin Yan was attracted by the low prices. Now that he was short of money, it was perfect for him to spend money in such a place.

Pushing open the door of this tavern called "Elizabeth", Lin Yan discovered that the space inside was as small as its sign. Apart from a long bar, there were only a few sets of tables and chairs scattered against the wall and the window. The entire tavern could only accommodate a dozen guests at most.

Even so, Lin Yan still felt that the place was empty after he came in, because apart from Lin Yan who had just entered, there was only one other guest in the entire pub.

The wine rack behind the bartender was also pitifully shabby. Lin Yan realized that the few types of drinks listed on the small blackboard at the door were not because there were only so many that could be written on it, but because these were the only types of drinks in the tavern.

Seeing Lin Yan coming in, the customer standing in front of the bar greeted Lin Yan in broken English: "Good afternoon, friend. Meeting is fate, how about buying me a drink?"

Lin Yan looked at the shameless NPC in silence, "If it's fate, then why don't you treat us? There are two of us, and the fate between us must be greater than that of you alone."

After hearing Lin Yan's answer, the bartender slapped the bar counter and cheered, "Haha, I won this time! I'm willing to accept the loss. Pay up, Chase."

"Oh, damn!" The foreigner named Chase threw out five dollars in frustration, "I thought you Americans were very generous."

Seeing this scene, Lin Yan was even more speechless. It turned out that these two were using him as a tool for gambling.

"What would you like to drink? I'll treat you if the amount is under two dollars." The bartender who won the bet greeted Lin Yan with a smile.

"Uh... let's have two glasses of lemonade." The aftereffects of last night's heavy drinking made Lin Yan instinctively filter out all alcoholic drinks.

"You're so funny coming to the bar to order lemonade. Excuse me, are you underage?" Chase, who lost the bet, said sarcastically.

Lin Yan turned his head and looked at the foreigner for a few seconds. "It's just five dollars. There's no need to be so aggressive, right?"

"This has nothing to do with money! You know, you have shattered my beautiful imagination of this country. My future creations may plummet because of this. This cannot be measured by money."

"It's not that exaggerated, right?" Lin Yan felt that if he continued to describe it, perhaps the destruction of the earth would be related to him.

"Exaggeration? No, no, no, I'm a realistic artist and I never exaggerate."

"Artist?" Hearing this title, Lin Yan's expression became more subtle. He didn't understand art, but in his opinion, artists were no different from psychopaths at certain times. "What kind of art are you doing?"

The bartender chuckled again. He patted Chase on the shoulder and said, "Show this gentleman the sketches you just drew."

Chase glared at the bartender, then calmly took out a small piece of paper and slapped it on the bar. "What are you laughing at? This is art. Don't tell me you didn't think so when you first saw it."

The piece of paper was only the size of a palm, and on it was a pencil sketch, which simply outlined the plump figure of a lady with just a few strokes.

Lin Yan was even more speechless. "Body art..."

"Don't worry about the details. This is just a casual drawing I made when I made a bet with him." Chess straightened his collar and introduced himself: "Ches Chatenay, French, painter, the human body is just a branch of my painting."

Lin Yan took a sip of lemonade and pointed at himself. "Jamie, a homeless man."

"Oh!" Chase raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, but a homeless person wouldn't dress like you."

"That's because you haven't seen enough." Lin Yan brought the plate of almonds on the bar to his side. "The city has limited your horizons. Go out more often."

"Ha! You're the first person to tell me to do this." Chase reached out and grabbed a few almonds from the plate. "I admit that most of the time I was pretending in the city, showing off everywhere, and complaining all the time." He casually threw an almond into his mouth and chewed it with a crunch. "But I have been to many places in the world, seen all kinds of scenery, met all kinds of people, and discovered an eternal truth."

Noticing that the other party did not continue speaking, Lin Yan asked curiously: "What truth?"

"After talking for so long, you still don't want to buy me a drink?" Seeing that Lin Yan's interest was aroused, Chase smiled.

"Okay, what to drink?" Lin Yan compromised.

"Brandy~" Chase dragged out the tail end of the drink.

"Give him a drink." Lin Yan winked at the bartender.

While the bartender turned around to get the wine, Lin Yan looked at the French guy and asked, "Can you talk now?"

"Of course, my friend." Chase put his arm on Lin Yan's shoulder. "The truth I have come to is - don't believe in art, it's all a lie. Trust women, at least they are visible and tangible and can bring you happiness. As for art, only idiots believe in it."

"...That's it?" Lin Yan thought it was a very philosophical statement.

"Trust me." Chase drank the wine in the glass, savored it for a moment and continued: "I have tried both of them. Women are the best. They are much better."

He adjusted his beard, bowed slightly to Lin Yan and said, "Sorry, I have to leave first to find inspiration. I'll give you this sketch. Although it's not worth much, you can use it to wipe your butt."