Gradually getting used to the days of running a tavern in the other world, Alan's sleep quality at night improved.
When he woke up in the morning, he felt a little stuffy like he was about to catch a cold, but he vaguely remembered that he sneezed loudly just after falling asleep last night, making it difficult for him to distinguish whether it was real or a dream.
After bidding farewell to the drunk Wayne and Dorje last night, Alan directly received the reward for Mission Three.
After 12 hours of renovation, the tavern looked completely different.
The original style did not change, but all the decorations changed to a higher quality.
The lobby became more spacious. In addition to the original 15 tables and chairs, there were also additional sofas along the wall, which were designed as booths. The semi-enclosed booth was like an independent private room, and the privacy was greatly enhanced.
The original lighting facilities were candles, but after the renovation, they were upgraded to lights. It was the same principle as electric lights in his previous life, but it was more in line with the magic lights in this magic world.
In the future, when it was dark, he would no longer need to light candles one by one. He only needed to press a button at the bar counter to light up the entire tavern.
Alan felt that the 50 gold coins that he spent were worth the price mainly because of the new lighting equipment.
The existence of the magic lamps finally made him feel like he was back in modern society.
No matter how Alan looked at it, he felt that the two-story tavern grew a lot bigger. He did not know if the administrative officer would check the area of the land used when he came to drink again.
After the feedback from Wayne's case, Alan silently gave credit to his magic Lafite. It had a certain restraining effect on ice magic and it also had a certain recovery effect on the injuries caused by ice magic.
However, because Wayne's level was too high, if he only relied on low-level magic Lafite, his recovery time would be infinitely extended.
Alan secretly planned that the next time Wayne ordered magic Lafite, he would secretly change it to a high-level one.
Although he was only a guest from another world, Wayne treated Alan sincerely, truly taking care of him as a junior, so Alan was only returning the favor.
Moreover, if Wayne completely recovered, then the tavern would have a super powerful bodyguard. Relying on Wayne to protect him was better than relying on his unreliable system.
At night, before the sky was completely dark, Wayne and Dorje brought their other three drinking buddies with them to the tavern.
"Little Alan, what kind of magic did you cast? How did the tavern become... become..."Wayne stammered for a long time, but he still couldn't find a suitable adjective.
"Oh, you uneducated boor, what do you know?" Dorje squeezed into the tavern from behind him. "Little Alan's renovation is quite impressive. It's magnificent. It's even better than the Elf Tavern."
"Hey, hey, hey... such a high-class tavern is that shabby tavern at the end of the street that you mentioned! ?" One of the men, who was stronger than Wayne, exclaimed.
"Hmph, just because it's renovated doesn't mean the wine is good. Wayne, don't forget about the bet between us!" The other man, who was shorter than Dorje but thicker, said disdainfully.
"Bah, you're the only one who likes to default on his debts, Knapp. Just don't deny it when you lose!" Wayne said angrily.
Alan looked at the five middle-aged men who had been quarreling since they entered the door, his face full of helplessness.
"Misters, can't you guys come in first?" Alan finally found an opportunity to interrupt.
From their conversation just now, Alan already knew how the three men were tricked into coming here tonight.
"Little Alan, don't worry about them. Knapp insisted on making a bet with me. He will lose completely. Let him have no alcohol for a month!" Wayne said with a smug look after he entered.
The burly man, who was as tall as an iron tower, only looked around the bar. The other man, who was about the same size as Wayne, remained silent. Only the short man's eyes were still filled with disdain.
Since Alan knew that mister Wayne was willing to make a bet to get customers for him, he couldn't let others look down on him.
After wandering around for a while, Dorje sat down at the table closest to the bar counter.
"Little Alan's renovations are extravagant. The walls are all filled with magic lamps, right? This was always something that only the great nobles and the royal family can afford. Just this lamp alone must have taken a lot of effort." Dorje lamented.
When the man who looked like an iron tower was wandering around the bar with Dorje heard about the magic lamp, he was so shocked that his jaw almost fell off.
"I didn't spend much. I just asked a friend to help me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so capable." Alan said with a modest smile on his face, but in his heart, he was ridiculing that the system can only be counted as half a friend.
After hearing Alan's explanation, Dorje didn't ask any more questions. It seemed that he was indeed planning to expand the tavern to attract business, so he even finished the renovation ahead of time. He also secretly agreed with Alan's preparations for the future. In business, it was necessary to be prepared for the situation that would happen in advance.
"Little Alan, just go and prepare the drinks. Don't worry about us." Dorje said to Alan.
Alan asked with some hesitation, "Then what kind of drink should I prepare?"
"Well..." Dorje was also troubled by this question. After all, Alan's alcoholic beverages were all good, but little Alan suggested that it was best to drink only one kind of drink every night. "Just serve whiskey. That is the best way to show off."
When Alan heard Dorje's words, he could not help but laugh. 'Show off' was a good word to use.
He went back to the bar to prepare the whiskey and glasses. After adding the ice cubes, he returned to the table and heard mister Wayne teaching the other people about glass with a smug look on his face.
Alan shook his head in amusement. He always felt that it was very interesting for a powerhouse like mister Wayne to always compare himself with three ordinary people. His damn desire to win was always used in inexplicable ways.
Mister Dorje's calm expression as if he had seen it all before made Alan even more certain that the relationship between the two of them was indeed not ordinary.
"Guests, this is the whiskey you asked for. Please enjoy!"
When the middle-aged man called Knapp saw the glass, the shock on his face did not go away. It was not until Alan pushed the wine glass in front of everyone that the contempt in his eyes finally disappeared.
The smell of wheat in the whiskey was like the aroma of fruit in Lafite.
Just the taste alone was enough to seduce people's souls, not to mention the burning sensation after drinking it. It burned from the root of their tongues to their stomachs. This kind of fresh experience was something that even the Spirit Beast Wine could not do.
Not to mention that the only people who could drink the Spirit Beast Wine on the Hailar continent were the orcs.
Dorje and Wayne looked at each other with smiles on their faces, secretly laughing when they saw the other three people's intoxicated expressions.
Wayne even secretly gave Alan a thumbs up.
Alan pursed his lips and laughed happily, but in his heart, he ridiculed them madly, 'How can my drinks be looked down upon so easily? See what happens when you look down on me without even drinking it. Any whiskey that just reached the bottling age can make you kneel and accept being conquered!"