Masha found the bar without much effort.

After all, there are a bunch of drunken humanoid creatures at the door, which is easier to find.

To be honest, Masha hasn’t been to the bar several times. After all, for a Chinese, there is a more popular and popular place to drink: a food stall.

Masha's impression of the tavern basically comes from Western fantasy games and American western films.

Yes, the tavern he remembers that people either ask you to play Gent when the door is opened, or someone pulls out the revolver when the door is opened and calls you for six consecutive calls.

Masha carefully pushed open the bars and saw three bald guys sitting around the table nearest to the door.

Masha had auditory hallucinations: Aha, three consecutive days.

It seems that the next moment these three "brown eggs" will slowly rise to form a goldenbrown egg.

The three bald guys looked at Masha with malicious intentions.

In this world, a person's combat power is generally linked to age. If he is a little older, he is not able to fight with magic power - except Frankenstein.

Masha can know that these three bald men have included him in the ranks of lambs to be slaughtered without using psychoanalytical skills.

I'm afraid that as long as he shows a little bit of wealth, he will suffer.

But Masha would not make such a mistake.

Moreover, he is a man with wave-particle duality. Although he doesn't know what way this ability can be used, he is very talented.

Masha walked straight towards the bartender, and noticed that the guy was indeed wiping the cup.

——Is this really a bar standard?

The bartender spoke: "Far Eastern people, this is not where you should be."

His English accent was very heavy, and Masha almost didn't understand it.

Then, according to his accent, Masha chose Spanish: "Hey, Amin Dog, don't say that."

The bartender raised his eyebrows, probably shocked by Masha's pure Spanish.

"I came to this place for a tour and found that it was not the same as I thought."

"You are traveling here?" The bartender seemed to hear something new, his eyes widened. "What are you here to see? Are the people walking on the ground?"

"That's a scene I've never seen before." Masha shrugged, "I asked a few passersby, and they said that magic can be exchanged for money, which is very precious, so I have to save money in my daily life. What's going on with this magic? "

The bartender opened his mouth and looked at Masha. After holding it in for a long time, he said, "Are you a rustic anchor? Doing this kind of thing to see my reaction?"

"Now everyone is playing tintok!" One of the three brothers of the braised eggs on the table next to the door shouted.

Masha is serious: "I really don't know, I've never been here...uh, Latin America."

The bartender looked at Masha with skepticism and finally sighed: "You have to buy a glass of wine. If you are a fan who wants to record a video to make me mad and amuse your fans, then I have to make at least one glass of wine."

Masha decisively pointed to the wine bottle behind the bartender. The bottle was half empty and looked like it was a hot-selling wine in this store.

"Five dollars."

Masha took five dollars from his cell phone and threw them on the table - the dollar was originally found on the Enterprise.

Originally, Masha was worried that the US dollar would be exchanged for standard orders and was regarded as counterfeit currency, but this did not happen.

In other words, this is the modern dollar brought in by the previous or previous master.

After collecting the money, the bartender brought a glass to Masha and pushed the glass in front of him.

Masha took a sip of wine and looked at the tericholas on the table next to the door. He was satisfied with seeing the few dollars he had just given, which made the tericholas less interested in him.

The bartender was already talking to himself: "The main industry in this town is scrolls. Yes, it is the kind of thing that can activate the magic recorded in it if it is torn. People here go to the reel workshop every day to contribute their magic to fill the scrolls, get the money and come to me and get drunk."

Masha was also shocked: "This...it doesn't seem to make much money in this job."

"Yes, so you see, I only have cheap wine here."

Masha looked down at the five-dollar wine in his glass - thinking that this was not cheap anymore.

The bartender understood in seconds and said, "I'm killing you."

"You are sincere." Masha shrugged, skimming the question, and continuing to ask him what he is interested in, "Don't the people here want to change to a more profitable job?"

"What to change? Be a magic architect? Believe me, those who can go to the factory to fill scrolls will never do such a job. The construction workers here are all children who have not yet entered the factory. The magic power cannot maintain high-quality infusion for a long enough time, so they are responsible for building the house.

"That's why you saw this scene."

Masha turned his head and looked out the window, recalling the architectural style that he saw outside that reminded Rio de Janeiro's slums.

"I don't understand. There will always be people who want to build a better house, right? Then someone will hire a good architect..."

Before Masha could finish speaking, the hilarious thunder of the three-brown egg came from behind.

Masha looked back at them in confusion.

One of the braised eggs spreads its hands: "Hey, Far Eastern, are you counting on good architects like this kind of place? Unless those rich suddenly start to like graffiti and rap."

"Better to be an architect," said another roe, "it's better to practice Quidditch and be a Quidditch star, just like Guevara."

——Wait for a moment, Guevara becomes a Quidditch star?

"Wait a minute, since magic is a precious resource and cannot fly casually, how can you practice Quidditch?" Masha seized the other party's logical loophole.

"There are still children flying. After all, they really can't do anything, and they can't exchange it for money even if they have magic." The bartender shrugged. "Every child's dream before he was ten years old is to become a Quidditch star, but if he doesn't show his talent in flying at the age of ten, he will climb on the ground."

Masha was shocked. His school of abilities told him that these people did not deliberately exaggerate reality or lie.

At this time, the bartender suddenly asked: "It seems that you are a person who often fly."

Masha: "No, in fact, I dive a lot."

When I was on Earth, I was diving in the QQ group, but I was still diving here, so this is not wrong, it can withstand all lie detection.

But the bartender thought he was making a big joke and laughed.

After a moment, he stopped his smile and said to Masha: "This guest, I don't know what you are doing here. I advise you to go to the Flying Bus Station immediately after you go out to buy a ticket to the capital Buning. That is where tourists should go."

Masha: "Uh, OK."

If there are not many Asian faces in this town, living in a town is easy to be found directly.

Going to the capital with more people is indeed a better proposal.

The situation has been basically clarified, and there is no reason to stay in this tavern.

Masha drank all the wine in the glass and stood up and was about to leave when the three brothers of the braised eggs at the door stood up together.

——Is it still the same?

Masha sighed secretly in his heart.

Then, he walked up to the three macho men.

He just passed through the gap between the macho men.

Ludan No. 1 was shocked: "What the hell? Wait for me!"

Raw egg number 2: "Don't!"

He grabbed his friend's hand and prevented Ludan No. 1 from touching Masha.

Ludan No. 1 shouted: "He just passed through me! His shoulder..."

"Nothing entered your body." Ludan No. 2 said seriously, "Okay, just shut up!"

He lowered his voice and muttered: "Don't mess with such a weird guy! Who knows if he's a great wizard, or... or Frankenstein?"

Despite lowering the sound, Masha still heard it and could hear it clearly.

At this time, Masha had already piled up a lot of psychoanalytical BUFFs, and he clearly saw that these three people were all fools with only muscles in their minds.

Such idiots will feel that it is a pity to let the big fish go, and will be glad that they did not provoke the big guy to escape, but they are very likely to not expect that the information they encountered a strange man could be sold for money.

However, these people will probably take out Masha’s affairs and brag after drinking high, and it may be possible that the speaker will unintentionally listeners will be intentional.
Chapter completed!