14 Later that night, at the tavern

The barstool had been cleaned, and the bar had been set. Lance and his bodyguards were wearing a shirt with a black vest and a bowtie. Weird, Lance didn't know that Amara had that kind of thing in her wardrobe. Though he didn't care about it because he has to be a polite bartender for the day. However, the sailor started to get gay, they discussed the one that will be gayed first.

Amara the same clothes as him, which Lance found it as weird. Lance felt something strange but didn't know what it is. She flipped the closed sign, and one-by-one, the customer, came to the tavern and ordered some drink.

Lance approached a nobility male customer, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Well, where is the usual server?" The nobility asked Lance about where did Amara's mom go.

"Pardon me, sir, but she has a business need to be taken care of," Lance said as he looked at the man's request and served him the drink, which was a diluted whiskey. Lance thought that he had another business too.

"Sir, do you have any business after this?" Lance asked him.

"Indeed, I have a business need to be taken care of with the count. Well, thank you, young man, here is the payment," he said as he gave Lance fifty copper coins from his purse. He left the barstool, and Lance put the coins inside the chest below the bar counter.

Amara was stationed in the kitchen since Lance was assigned to the front door, and Amara was in the kitchen. Lance also served as the bartender and the server, which was unusual for the old Lance.

He continued to serve everyone afterward, though, with some complaint that the drink is either too cold or too warm.

Lance was not a drinker, but he got experience from back when he was an adjutant for a colonel that loves to be drunk. Every time he serves him alcohol, he got a critique every time even though some of his subordinates called him a miracle bartender since he can make a good IV cocktail.

Another customer came; this time was a female adventurer. A beautiful one with a sword on a sheath on her hip. "How may I help you, ma'am?" Lance asked her as she sat down on the barstool.

"Could you give me anything?" She asked as Lance fulfill her request by making a white Russian.

He added 60ml of Dima's vodka, which was a powerful vodka. He added a clear block of ice cube and combine that with 30ml of coffee liquor and 30ml of heavy cream that was stored inside a bottle. He stirred it with a bar spoon and served it for the female adventurer.

"It's sweet, just like your face," The female adventurer said to him.

"Haha ma'am, stop it please," Lance laughed as the female customer brought a whiskey bottle on the bar counter and drank it right in front of him. "Hmm, what kind of whiskey is that ma'am?"

"Single malt, want some?" She asked Lance which he kindly refuses to drink a customer's drink.

"Can you make some drink from it?" She asked Lance again, although she was already dead drunk.

"Certainly," he said as he made a Japanese highball, which was another diluted whiskey, but with a dazzle of lemon on top. She drank the whole glass and said, "Thank you, handsome, make sure I see you again next week." She dropped one silver coin on the table, and Lance put it inside the chest below the counter.

From behind the bar, Amara approached him, "Good work, Ingredients in the kitchen had run out," Amara said as hung up his apron on the kitchen door.

"Ok, then five customers left," Lance said as he served five of them, and Amara closed the bar afterward.

"I wish you can show me how the nightlife in here," Lance asked Amara to do him a favor.

"Sure," Amara said.

They went out of the tavern and walked on the night of the Portsmouth. A lot of bar and motel were still open, but they didn't serve any purpose for them. Lance just wanted to take a walk around the Portsmouth though some of their bodyguards were following them from behind and Lance packed a Glock on his hip.

"Amara, whose house is that on top of the hill?" Lance asked as he pointed his hands at a big manor on the hill.

"The count. It was your manor, though. He took over the city, and all hell broke loose except for a large amount of traffic from the privateers," Amara answered.

The road in front of them was full of carriages, so they took a dark alley, which was dangerous on its own, but they didn't care. For security, the sailor with their suppressed HK416 entered the dark alley first and a few shots can be heard from the alley.

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"Sir, Target down," The sailor said as he came back from the alley with a stain of blood on his sleeves.

"Nice job, Amara, shall we?" Lance said as he grabbed Amara's hand and he walked on the alley and saw four dead pirate bodies. Amara and Lance have used to the sight of blood some dead bodies were not a problem for them. And that night was the night that they will never forget.