Chapter 4197: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (15)

Although the tavern building was built, there were still many things to tidy up. Pamela drew a range for the backyard of the tavern, and she was preparing to try it here to see if she could grow those tropical plants. But considering that the temperature of this planet was only in the single digits, there was only rock layer and no soil under her feet, and even the lighting was not sufficient, this was undoubtedly a hell-difficulty challenge.

Pikachu went to the basement to brew beer first, and then poured all the finished beer and wine he bought into the barrels. The barrels in foreign taverns would have pipes directly connected to the bar, and if you opened the faucet at the bar, the beer would flow out. He first invited the dwarves to have a big drink, listened to their opinions on the taste of alcohol, and then ordered some other alcohol.

Schiller also drank some. Usually, he didn't like to drink beer, if he had to drink it, he preferred lager. Pikachu also ordered this kind of beer. However, because the surface temperature of this planet was low, in this case, stronger alcohol was more flavorful. So he ordered some vodka for mixing drinks.

Schiller also changed the menu. Originally, he wanted to sell more vegetables from Earth, but in this case, steak and stewed meat were more popular. Moreover, Earth's meat was not bad, especially the higher-grade beef, which was more tender and juicy than most meat, and should also be popular.

On the second morning after the tavern was built, everyone was busy. Pikachu was cleaning up inside and out, Schiller was preparing ingredients, Pamela was studying the backyard, and Loki became the first guest of the tavern.

Although the light on this planet was not very good, you could still see the sunrise from the horizon. Accompanied by the sunrise light shining into the door, Loki walked in in the hazy morning light.

Very rarely, he didn't wear a dress, nor did he wear his ox-horn spinach suit, but wore an Asgardian combat suit, which was the kind with a soft lining inside and chain mail outside, and he even braided his hair, which really looked a bit like an Asgardian warrior.

Schiller raised an eyebrow in surprise. Loki pretended to be bold and walked to the bar and slapped the table: "Give me a drink!"

"What kind of wind are you blowing?"

"How do you do business?"

The two stared at each other, and finally Loki was the first to lose. He sighed and said: "I just want you to get used to the customers you might welcome in the future. Asgard strictly prohibits gambling, so the people on patrol can't enter the tavern in the casino, then they are more likely to come here for a drink. You will have to deal with such customers in the future."

"I said why you are dressed like this," Schiller breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Didn't you hate imitating the style of the Aesir before?"

"It's not hate," Loki shrugged and said, "I just don't want to please them."

"Because you know you can't integrate, so you don't spend any effort. But seriously, this suit really doesn't suit you." Schiller shook his head, walked to the faucet of the bar and said, "What do you want to drink?"

"Give me a light beer, and a vegetable salad."

"You're showing your flaws," Schiller said with a smile, "They will only want the strongest alcohol, and then the largest portion of meat, and they prefer pepper, and they have to put a lot of it every time."

"How do you know?"

"There are quite a few Asgardians working on Earth. You have to admit that Earth's entertainment methods are indeed more than yours, and there is the big killer of the Internet. On days without war, they are idle, so of course they will come to Earth to kill time."

"I can imagine their style," Loki shook his head a bit helplessly and said, "The tavern owner in New York probably wonders where so many Texans come from."

"Forget it, do you think New Yorkers don't go online? Several Asgardian bloggers are very popular on Tiktok. Before, an activity of punching an alien monster launched by a general hung on the hot search list for a week."

"What a mess." Loki took the beer Schiller handed over, took a sip, pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "It seems a bit too light."

"Drink less, don't you have serious business to do today?"

"I almost forgot if you didn't say it." Loki looked left and right and said, "Are you sure your informant is reliable?"

"You'll know when you see him." Schiller said, "The Guardians of the Galaxy have already caused some stir around Spartax. You work together from inside and outside, and the Skrull Empire will be in chaos for a while."

Loki finished the salad quickly, put down the wine glass, and said: "Alright, I'm leaving, wish me luck."

After speaking, he left. Then, when he met the Skrull who looked exactly like Schiller on a palace planet near the capital of the Skrull Empire, he thought this was another personality trait of Schiller, just didn't know how he got mixed into the pile of Skrulls. But since it was Schiller himself, there was naturally nothing to doubt. The two conspired for a while, preparing to make a big move in the Skrull Empire.

The second person to eat breakfast was Pamela, who had been busy in the backyard for a long time, and her face was still covered with dust. She went to the faucet next to her to wash her face, wiped her hands while sitting at the bar and said: "Give me a cup of hot red wine, a bowl of oatmeal without sugar, and a meat pie."

"Are you really going to return to the Middle Ages? Ma'am?"

"Then what I should want is coarse wheat porridge and stewed artichokes. In the Middle Ages, only nobles could eat meat."

"Alright, what meat pie do you want?"

"You want to wrap it now? Then I want duck meat."

Schiller first poured her a large glass of hot red wine. The dough for the pie was easy to make, just put the ingredients in and stir. When chopping the duck meat, the ratio of meat to skin is very important: just putting meat will be very dry, and too much skin will be too oily, and at the same time, a lot of spices must be used, otherwise there will be a fishy smell. After Schiller processed the meat filling, he wrapped the pancake, put it on the iron plate on the side to fry, and the fragrance soon permeated.

Pikachu also finished cleaning the guest rooms upstairs, he hopped downstairs, and said: "The one on the edge is yours, Pamela lives in the second room on the left, I live opposite Pamela, and those two Elders of the Universe live in the two rooms on the right. So fragrant, what are you making?"

"Duck meat pie and oatmeal." Schiller scooped the porridge out of the pot, placed it in front of the two, then scooped a stack of pies for them, and scooped half a bowl of porridge and two pieces of pie for himself.

After they finished eating, they sat at the bar and started drinking. Pikachu said: "Have you seen the messages in the group? Is the probability of them having accidents a bit too high?"

"This is normal. After all, they are all novices, and they are all teenagers, at an age where they can't even drive a car well, it's a bit too much to expect them to fly a spaceship well."

"But spaceships are much easier to fly than cars," Pamela said, "The universe is so empty, no matter how you fly, you won't hit anything. Their accident rate is a bit too high."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Schiller took a sip of beer, the faint fragrance permeated his mouth, and then he said, "What we want is curiosity and desire to explore, otherwise, how can we ferret out those guys who are making trouble behind the scenes?"

"I knew you didn't have good intentions. But thinking about it, if you use drones, I'm afraid they will be easily fooled, after all, that group of people are experts at playing with electronic products, but human behavior is unpredictable."

"To be precise, the behavior of a group of teenagers who have been holding back for a long time and finally can come out to play, and are extremely curious, is unpredictable. And I also specifically said in the novice tutorial to let them go up and see whatever strange things they find, and they will naturally go straight to those weird things. The dangerous places that those people think will not be discovered will probably become famous attractions soon."

"The robots here are a bit rigid," Pamela shook her head and said, "If it were Brainiac, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with, even the old him was much more flexible than this."

"The Supreme Intelligence took a wrong path. He didn't focus on himself, but thought the answer lay in society. He thought that as long as electronic life formed a society, it could get close to the source, but this is a dead end. Because emotional life forms a society itself because of emotion, which is unnecessary for electronic life, he wasted too much energy here, so that he couldn't get away."

"But now his control over society is also going to fail," Pikachu said, "As far as I know, the Kree are not completely controlled by him. You know, there are always aliens in society, they just want to wait until the Supreme Intelligence weakens. Perhaps now is the time."

"Whether it is weakening or strengthening, no one knows until the last moment."

After Schiller finished saying this, Pikachu looked at him and understood that he should have other plans, but he didn't pursue it.

Immediately after, it was the Grandmaster and the Collector brothers. When they walked in, they looked at the tavern and were quite amazed. The Collector said with some excitement: "I have to say, most of the universe is a desert of culture and art, they don't understand the importance of aesthetics at all, and are always producing some garbage with no collection value. But the Nine Realms is a magical place, which produces artists, and aesthetic attainments are better than most civilizations."

The Collector sat at the bar, ordered a beer, and began to explain, saying: "Mechanical civilization develops to a certain extent, and will naturally produce a kind of beauty, repetition and order themselves will produce beauty. However, this kind of aesthetics does not have vitality, I cannot see the efforts made by life for this, and this is exactly the purpose of my collecting treasures."

"Some races regard art as a flood and a beast, they not only are not proud of the aesthetic value they have created, but hate and abandon them. Although this makes it easier for me to get the treasures I want, every time I see them, I feel that they are like orphans abandoned by civilization, which is really regrettable."

"There are also many human things in my treasure collection. I once collected notes of ancient Greek philosophers, ancient Egyptian papyrus and sculptures, and I even got an imperial edict from a Chinese emperor. From these things, it can be seen that you are proud of your art and want to embody it in every aspect of life all the time. Every time I see them, I feel full of vitality, which is one of the few pleasures in my long life."

"I am glad you have such a high evaluation of humans. But I still have to say that only races that live easily have such elegance. If living is difficult, in the tens of thousands of years, constantly fighting cosmic disasters, or being trapped in war for a long time, always being destroyed civilization achievements, then I am afraid that it is indeed impossible to give birth to any decent art."

"I don't like war," the Collector shook his head and said, "But the universe is always full of war, and the Nine Realms is a rare paradise. I think I will stay here for a long time, and I hope Earth can hold on until I leave."

"I hope so too. Cheers to Earth."

"Cheers to Earth."