Chapter 137

"Take off your hat, caress your chest and bow in front of the third interview mirror..."

"Long live free France."

"Read it three times."

"Hang your hat on the second hook on the left in front of the fourth interview mirror, go to the sofa and ask the clothing shop to provide yourself with a cup of [pure drinking water, sea flavor]..."

Acharin tried to maintain dignity and dignity, while earnestly implementing those strange rules, muttering in a low voice.

"Damn it, don't the people who designed this ceremony have a sense of shame?"

Daniel stood aside with Charlie's woolen coat and whispered, "looking for the shame of the French? I knew for the first time that you were so naive."

Acharin rolled his eyes: "you know, you're insulting France!"

"Let her condemn me." seeing that acharin succeeded in hanging his hat on the required hook, Daniel turned and opened the sofa behind him, "waiter, please pass me a glass of pure drinking water and add a little sea breeze."

As soon as the password came out, the beautiful waitress immediately put on a smiling face: "gentlemen, don't you plan to try coffee? There's no other home for pepper and salt coffee."

"No, beautiful lady." acharin sat on the sofa with his orchid fingers raised. "I have vowed to God that I will only taste cognac brandy in my life and never compromise to any temptation."

"I see." the waitress bowed deeply to acharin, opened the sixth interview mirror and exposed the entrance to the basement. "The steps are a little slippery, sir. Please pay attention to your feet and beware of falling."

"I'll pay attention."

……

Five gold pounds can buy a complete set of secondary intelligence, up to ten or twenty pieces. Bach recited his extraordinary memory to Katrina one by one. When he recited Article 16, the door bell of the tavern rang again.

Two strange guests came in outside the door. The one holding the door dressed as if he were going to a banquet, and the one who came in dressed in exaggerated costumes. Bach could smell the strong sissy smell from a distance.

The sissy covered her nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and walked to the empty card seat in the center of the tavern.

The man who went to the banquet passed him three or two steps, opened his chair, took out his handkerchief and carefully dusted the remaining dust on the chair surface.

A sissy would like to sit down.

Wait for the sissy to sit down, wave and shout the banquet to her side, and whisper a few words.

The dinner party straightened up and ordered with Bach's dignity: "a glass of brandy with ice, preferably from the Cognac region. If not, the yamanek region can make do with it."

Bach was stunned for a long time.

In cognac area, he knew that after all, there was this sentence in the incision into the tavern, but he never knew that wine was really produced there... As for the amannek area, I'm sorry, he wasted 36 years and heard it for the first time today

He couldn't help turning his eyes to his most knowledgeable old friend Katrina.

Katrina whispered to him, "cognac is the best brandy in the world, and it is the same in France and amannek."

"But I only have rum, New Orleans, Mexico and great Antilles."

"You can tell him directly." Katrina shrugged. "I told you before that the ceremony of entering the tavern should be modified. After such a dialogue, every guest who comes here will think you provide brandy."

"But I'm running an intelligence trading station in the underground world, not a real pub!" Bach hammered down the bar angrily, "Sophia, go introduce the new guests..."

"You'd better not trouble Sophia."

Bach was interrupted by Katrina before he finished.

She leaned over the bar, pressed her voice and covered her face: "look at the clothes of those two people."

"Wearing... Singing? And going to dinner?"

"You really should learn more about nobles, so that you won't die in obscurity one day!"

"You say... Die?"

Katrina took a deep breath. "Do you know who they are?"

Bach shook his head blankly.

"The sissy in costumes in your mouth... He is not wearing costumes. He is the most popular dress among the French aristocrats. This dress belongs to the retro style. Because of the cumbersome management, it is no longer popular in most countries. Only the small circles of France, Spain and holy Rome still love it. They call it the tradition and glory of the mainland aristocrats."

"Mainland aristocracy?" Bach stared in horror. "You mean, that lady... No, the noble person is a French aristocracy? Not an ordinary aristocracy?"

Katrina nodded solemnly: "as you guessed, he should be a real French aristocrat. See the attendant around him? Every move shows the aristocratic temperament. In this world, only the noble French aristocrat can make the young children of ordinary aristocrats become followers, and they are willing to do so."

"So... What should I do?"

"Don't let Sophia entertain them. Sophia is rough. If she accidentally angers the noble people, she may be angry, injured or even die."

Bach was frightened by Katrina's expression.

"But... But I don't know how to entertain a real aristocrat. What should I do..."

"You!" Katrina shook her head helplessly and stood up. "Aren't you good at fancy blending? The iceberg flame, go show them and delay time. Sophia has clean waiter? I'll come in a minute."

A moment later, Katrina changed into a standard French black-and-white maid and walked out of the bar with a clear glass of lime rum.

Poor Bach is working hard to perform the iceberg flame for acharin.

This is a technology for mixing rum, sugarcane juice and high concentration distilled liquor. Through special mixing techniques, the two spirits and sugarcane juice are layered, injected into the wine cup with ice, and then ignited the spirits on the upper layer.

Once successful, the blue flame will float on the ice, evaporate the liquor, burn part of the sugarcane juice, condense fresh caramel and float in the liquor. It tastes sweet and has a long aftereffect.

This is Bach's housekeeping skill and his only skilled mixing skill as a bartender.

Watching the glass ignite, Katrina came up at the right time, gently put down the tray and bowed deeply to acharin.

"Dear Sir, in order to make the guests enjoy the best quality French brandy, we have high requirements for the quality of wine, so that the inventory is scarce. Unfortunately, the brandy in the cellar was sold out three days ago, and the next batch will arrive in two months, so..."

Acharin proudly raised his chin: "so, I performed outside like a fool, but I can't drink the taste of my hometown?"

"I'm very sorry. In order to make up for your loss, Mr. Bach has prepared you the best rum in the new world, iceberg flame and green sky early sun. Please believe us, although the brewing technology in the new world is not as fragrant as that in France, it also has a different flavor, which will never make you lose hope."

"Really?"

"You can taste it yourself or ask your servant to comment on it. We believe in your taste and sincerely hope to be affirmed by you."

At the end of the play, Bach had completely entered the script prepared by the Jackdaw.

Acharin noticed this and began to consciously control her edge. It was like Katrina's success in winning his appreciation with a modest attitude. By the way, she also freed poor Bach from that inexplicable sense of crisis.

It's not human work to serve the nobility

Bach sighed deeply in his heart and suddenly heard acharin's condescending voice.

"A friend told me that this is the best tavern in New Orleans." acharin played with the burning flame with his gloved hand. "You sell not only wine, but also some other things."

Bach's eyes suddenly lit up: "what do you want to buy?"

"Life."

"Is there a reward? Who is the target?"

"Bernardo de garvis, who recently lived in the beautiful lady Kent's manor, heard that he often went to the northern suburbs. He's really a disgusting guy."

"Bernardo de garvis..." Bach chewed the name, and the cold sweat gradually covered his forehead. He screamed in a lost voice, "you... You want to offer a reward for count galvis? The governor of Louisiana, New France, the count galvis?"

"What's the matter? Is this tavern still galvis's property?"

Bach was acutely aware of the dissatisfaction in acharin's tone, and then reacts. The person in front of him was a French aristocrat more noble than the count of galvis.

The reason why a French nobleman wanted to assassinate the Kingdom's important town in the new world by offering a reward... Is obvious!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Sir, we accept all orders. Only count galvis has special guard protection. Recently, a large number of good players have been enlisted by him to the front line. I'm afraid I can't break through the guard."

"I'll solve the guard's problem." acharin stood up with a sneer, slowly took off his gloves and threw them into the burning cup. "In three days, he will separate from the guard on the way to Kent manor. You just need to seize the opportunity and get a rich reward."

"Really?"

Acharin did not answer Bach's question.

He covered his nose, waved his hand and said, "the air here is terrible, Pierre, let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Daniel picked up his suitcase and put it on the table. He turned around and guided acharin out of the tavern. So far, he disappeared.

Bach stared at the suitcase in front of him and the silk gloves blackened by the blue flame. He opened the box numbly and saw a box full of golden Louis.

"Red hair, how many gold coins do you think are in the box?"

"Who knows? Count galvis's deposit is as little as two hundred pounds and as much as five hundred pounds."

"A reward worth 1000 to 3000 pounds..." Bach took a deep breath. "Are you interested in your new captain?"

"You don't even know the name of that noble man, Bach."

"Even if you ask, it's a pseudonym." Bach closed the box. "This aristocrat cherishes his reputation and won't lose his promise for a few thousand pounds, so this order is very reliable. I hope you take the order and we can divide it by twenty-eight."

"You are tempted by the devil." Katrina shook her head firmly. "Don't try to pull us, Bach. We are serious smugglers and have no interest in this kind of unprotected life money."

"What a pity... If you don't go, I may have to organize a lot of people."