Chapter 2273: Cat Getan Music Festival (21)

On the morning of the second day, the dark clouds still hadn't completely dispersed. This was actually to create a good beach environment for tourists. After all, the ultraviolet rays were too strong and easy to sunburn people. The weather that was neither sunny nor cloudy was just right.

After getting up in the morning, the children changed into swimsuits and prepared to go to the beach to play. The adults also applied a thick layer of sunscreen and prepared to go to the beach to sunbathe.

Those who were neither interested in playing in the water nor wanted to lie bored on a lounge chair to sunbathe decided to go to Lucifer's bar for a drink, and by the way, figure out how the spectacle of his bar being on the verge of bankruptcy less than half a month after opening was formed.

Speaking of which, it was quite difficult for an archangel who was second only to one to fail every time he set up a bar. Especially Hal and Schiller, who had advised Lucifer on the bar before, really wanted to know how he did it.

That's right, the bar Lucifer opened in Haibincheng didn't survive three months. Precisely because of this, Lucifer decided that the bar he opened in Cat Getan would only receive supernatural creatures.

"I have gained a further understanding of how chaotic and crazy humans are." On the way to the bar, Lucifer shook his head and said, "I don't know where they get so many arguments to have, nor do I know why these drunks' first reaction upon seeing an angel descend is to throw a wine bottle over."

"What else could it be." Hal said with disdain, "You said they were drunks. They would only think they drank too much and saw an angel. In this situation, would you not throw it?"

"What about demons? Maze has also been here several times. They even wanted to pull her tail."

"The two things humans are best at: numbing themselves and being driven by lust." Schiller looked at Lucifer and said, "You ran into both. Accept your fate."

Lucifer let out a long sigh.

Soon they arrived at the bar Lucifer opened on the beach. The decoration was as usual, very tasteful, blending Cat Getan's Gothic style and adding some medieval voodoo elements, looking dim and mysterious.

As soon as Hal sat down, he said, "I know you want us to praise your decoration level, but have you ever thought that any intelligent life likes to see novel styles they haven't seen before? Humans might express amazement at your fantasy style, but what's the difference between demons coming here and going home?"

"Uh..." Lucifer was stumped.

"If I were you, I would decorate it in a modern minimalist style, or at least a modern style, because this is a style created by humans in the modern era based on a huge industrial system. Although it can't be called unique in the universe, it is definitely different from Heaven, Hell, and those magic worlds. Without sensory stimulation, who would come here to buy such expensive wine to drink?"

Hearing Hal mention the price, Schiller looked at the menu. It used a kind of text he couldn't understand, but after looking at it for a few more times, he could decipher the symbols representing numbers. Judging from the structure and length, the price certainly wasn't low.

"This is a conscientious price." Lucifer immediately became unhappy. He snatched the menu back from Schiller's hand, took a look, and said, "There is no cheaper wine than my soul-brewed wine in the entire universe."

"Then how many cups does it take for them to get drunk?"

"Uh... this mainly depends on their own strength. The more powerful they are, the less likely they are to get drunk. Someone at Azazel's level would probably get drunk after drinking seven or eight cups."

Hal covered his forehead and said, "A hell demon king gets drunk after seven or eight cups. Are you selling wine or anesthetic?"

"Do you mean I should add some water?"

"I mean you should just put two drops of wine in the water!" Hal rubbed his temples and said, "How many ordinary demons can reach Azazel's power level? You just adjust it according to this conversion ratio. I finally know why you lose your pants every time."

Lucifer muttered a few words, but didn't refute. He shook his head and said, "Then what kind of wine is that? What's the difference from water?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Then how many existences at Azazel's level are there? You expect them to have so much free time to come here to drink every day?"

"Is every art doomed to compromise like commercialization?" Lucifer lay on the bar and said, "I really can't stand it. Every day in my bar is a group of low-level demons who are dead drunk. They will smash this place to pieces."

"Then set up a membership restaurant." Schiller said, "Take the high-end route of invitation, develop more varieties of wine, sell at a more expensive price, and build this place into a social place for high-class angels and demons."

Lucifer finally reacted, looked at Schiller, and said, "Why are you up again? I thought it was Pride today."

"Reaction is too slow, and you seem very unwilling to see me."

"No angel or demon would be willing to see a war profiteer who urges Satan to fight World War II every day." Lucifer wiped the wine glass in his hand and said, "I advise you to put down your dangerous thoughts quickly. If Michael finds out..."

"If Michael finds out, I'll say it was instigated by you, Your Majesty Satan."

With a 'whoosh', the glass flew past Schiller's ear. He laughed lowly, picked up an empty glass from the side, shook it, and said, "The name 'Soul-Brewed Wine' is also too old-fashioned. I think it's better to call it 'Eden-Brewed Wine', how about that?"

"What does this have to do with the Garden of Eden?"

"You just say you brewed it with the lake water of the Garden of Eden."

"Stop joking, Uriel will kill me."

Schiller had a look of helplessness at how he didn't get the point. He sighed and said, "It's my fault for spending too much time with smart people, forgetting that you old-fashioned people don't understand a hint."

"Let you call it Eden-Brewed Wine, and didn't ask you to really use the lake water of the Garden of Eden to brew it. You don't use it, who else can break into the Garden of Eden to get a bucket of lake water to expose you? By then, the one Uriel will kill is him."

"You are really a damn liar."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Otherwise, you can also call it Lucifer-Brewed Wine. If asked, just say you added your blood to it. Calling it Michael-Brewed Wine would be even better. Just say that during the War of the Fall, you fought Michael for three hundred rounds before you got a drop of blood from his heart, and you are willing to share this glory with everyone."

Lucifer covered his face and said, "First of all, Heaven and Hell are armies against each other. I am a general, not a vanguard. I only fought one battle with Michael at the Holy Spring, and it was a tie."

"Secondly, so many angels and demons were watching at that time. We just fought a few times and separated. How could I cut open his chest to take blood? And where does Michael have a heart? Angels are just a ball of light."

"That's right. In this world, except for the archangels, no one knows the body structure of the archangels. You say you used a spear tip to pierce Michael's heart during the fight. No one can say you didn't, because anyway, they can't beat you. Jumping out to refute you isn't that seeking death?"

"But Michael will..."

"He will curse you for being shameless, saying you are a liar who deceives the world, hypocritical, vain, and unreasonable. But who are you? Besides being the first light in the world, you are also Satan. Doesn't cursing you like this amount to praising you?"

The logic formed a perfect closed loop. Lucifer rubbed his forehead hard and said, "I can't listen to you anymore."

"Because if you keep listening, you'll be tempted, Satan."

Lucifer stretched out a hand and said, "Listen, Satan is the monarch of Hell, but we also have faces."

"Then what's the difference between you and an angel?"

"Actually, there is no difference between demons and angels..."

"Then why did you fight the War of the Fall in the first place?"

"The War of the Fall mainly opposed God..."

"Then call it God-Brewed Wine!"

"God is my dad!"

"But if you win, you don't have to call him dad!"

"But I didn't win!"

"Then go fight again!"

Lucifer's fist hardened.

Hal was laughing so hard he was about to pass out on the side. He looked at Lucifer and said, "From the day he gave you that shop, you should have known he had no good intentions."

To change the subject, Lucifer had no choice but to pour a glass of wine for Hal and Schiller each, and then said, "About your seasickness..."

"I was just about to tell you about this." Schiller turned to Lucifer and said, "How much do you know about the debts I borrowed back then?"

Mentioning this, Lucifer rolled his eyes and said, "Back then you took my feathers, so I became your guarantor. You died and cleared the account. Do you know how much effort I spent to get myself out of it?"

"Is this why I haven't had any creditors come to the door yet?"

"Know this and speak more politely."

"I am much more polite than Pride."

Lucifer couldn't refute. When it comes to the sharpness of words, Greed can't compare to one-tenth of Pride, but when it comes to being annoying, it can't be said to be very different from the original Schiller; it can only be said to be of the same lineage.

Schiller actually knew long ago that he had borrowed so many debts back then. Although he died and closed the account and reopened it, if some existences deliberately wanted to find him, they should be able to find him. And so far, he hadn't had any creditors come to the door, which meant someone must have done something.

Schiller guessed this was also one of the arrangements of the original Schiller. He used Lucifer's feathers as a guarantee. For his own peace in the future, Lucifer would also help him wipe his butt.

Schiller took a sip of wine, smiled, and said, "No matter what, thank you anyway. Don't listen to Hal. That house can be considered a thank-you gift from me, and so is the plan for the bar to make money."

"Empty-handed white wolf, I don't need to make money at all."

"Really?" Schiller shrugged and said, "Do you want to see who the landlord of the house you are renting now is?"

Lucifer was stunned, and then he raised his voice and said, "Harley Quinn? This house is the Joker's girl's. How could she..."

"She isn't Harley Quinn yet, but she is my student." Schiller took another sip of wine and said, "And she's about to go to middle school. Cat Getan's academic pressure is high, and she always needs tutoring. She will probably have to pay a large amount of tutoring fees soon, so the rent..."

Lucifer put on a painful mask. He let out a long sigh and said, "Okay, your thank-you gift is really unique."

"Thank you for the compliment." Schiller shook his wine glass and said, "I'm not joking. If it were when I first came here and was found by various gods and ghosts, I would probably really have a headache for a while..."

"Which god or ghost would be so stupid as to go find Batman and the Joker?" Lucifer lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "There will soon be no such gods or ghosts in that universe."

Schiller, however, leaned on the bar helplessly and said, "Are you Gothamites all like this? Would saying 'my pleasure' kill you? I'm starting to understand God a little."

Lucifer was stunned. Schiller immediately went a step further and said, "I seem to have heard you say, I am your friend's tombstone."

Lucifer's fingers tightened instantly. He said as if nothing had happened, "When did I say that? Maybe you had auditory hallucinations, I just..."

"You protected his tombstone very well."

Lucifer froze in place. After a long while, he looked at Schiller, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

And Schiller added a sentence silently in his heart.

"But it will be bad soon." ===== CHAPTER 2274 =====