Chapter 774 Free Drinks
Tartaglia decisively raised his hands in surrender, "I was wrong, I was wrong." It was fun to play with Su, but it was not okay to go too far.
Tartaglia said: "Although the master did not say it explicitly, I guess it is related to the dream I had when I first fell into the abyss..."
Maybe, that was not a dream.
“In my dream, I was in the depths of an endless sea of stars… and in front of me was a whale so big it was breathtaking. I created the move Starry Sea Whale based on that giant.”
Su remembered the water whale she saw when Huang Jinwu fought against [Young Master]. To be honest, that was the most damaging water splash jump move she had ever seen.
Tartaglia showed a savoring expression, "I really want to see it again with my own eyes..." and then fight it!
Su also looked expectant, "I want to see it too..." Then, he took it as a mount!
The two sides quickly reached a consensus that if Tartaglia saw the big whale, he would notify the traveler team as soon as possible.
Tartaglia fights the whale and defeats it! Su is responsible for "rescuing" the whale from the battle maniac.
perfect!
Because of this information and cooperation, Sora accepted Tartaglia's Eye of God for safekeeping.
"Thanks, buddy!" Having accomplished his goal, Tartaglia rang the bell to call the waiter, "Check out."
Paimon stared at the long bill in amazement, but Tartaglia signed the bill without even looking at the amount.
At most, I would be caught and bitten by Pantalone, but that was nothing compared to the good mood I felt today.
There is a high probability that nothing is wrong. After all, compared to the emptied vault of the Liyue branch of the Northern Bank, this is just a small amount of money.
"I've already paid the bill, everyone, enjoy your meal." Tartaglia waved goodbye to the Traveler Squad, "I have an appointment with a few duel agents, so I'll be leaving first."
"You're still as crazy about fighting as ever," Paimon complained, then showed some concern for him, "You don't even have the Eye of God anymore, so you should just take it easy."
Tartaglia said nonchalantly, "If you rely too much on the elemental power of the Eye of God, you will become less sharp. Besides, I still have the Evil Eye to use."
Paimon was really worried, "That's more dangerous!" The evil eye gains power at the cost of consuming the user's vitality!
Although Tartaglia has a different stance from them, she is still a very nice person in life. It is hard to bear to see such a good guy die because of something like this!
So why are they so warlike?
"Some people are born for fighting," Su said nonchalantly, "Just like we like to eat delicious food, he likes the excitement and joy of fighting for life and death."
"My friend, you understand me!" Tartaglia's face was full of joy, "Besides, fighting those people is just an appetizer. At present, only the strongest agent of Fontaine deserves my more serious treatment."
"And Su, Kong, and... Mr. Zhongli," Tartaglia revealed a look filled with madness and even greed, "you are the one I am most looking forward to, the "feast"."
Sora showed an uncomfortable expression and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Disgusting! Get out of here!" Su threw a napkin from the table at him and grabbed a wine bottle, "If you don't leave, I'll beat you to death!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry, don't be angry." Tartaglia, who did not want to conflict with the Traveler Squad at the moment, raised his hands in surrender again and ran away.
Paimon sighed, "That guy is really..." He seems like a different person when he talks about fighting. No, he becomes a pervert!
"A guy who can't last more than half an hour normally." Su felt that Tartaglia was only like a human being when he was treating guests, so he decided to kick him out after taking advantage of him.
A waiter wearing glasses suddenly came to the table of the travelers' team. His originally unhappy and tense expression suddenly relaxed when he saw the table of the travelers' team.
Sora looked at the somewhat strange waiter and said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
The waiter explained: "It's like this..."
Sangnetti is a waiter at the Debo Hotel. He has a deep understanding and knowledge of drinks, and also has corresponding persistence.
Different drinks have different tastes, characteristics and drinking occasions. Although most of the people who come and go from the Debo Hotel are well-dressed celebrities, not everyone has the elegant taste that matches their appearance.
"What's the oldest and most expensive wine in your store? Just give me a bottle." He has heard this countless times, and every time he hears it... he feels bad.
Although he tried his best to hide it, his expression and eyes always betrayed him, resulting in frequent complaints from customers.
Just now, the kitchen told him to take out all kinds of drinks. He guessed that there were some wealthy guests who wanted to taste and compare the quality of the drinks. Although he could make a lot of money, he couldn't tolerate such waste!
But when he came over, he found that there were only drinks but no alcohol on the table of the traveler team, and even the complimentary aperitif had not been opened.
Sangnetti advised: "You guys don't seem to drink, why not spend the money on something more needed."
Su: "Are you worried that we will resell it, or waste it? Don't worry, I plan to give it as a gift to my drinking friends."
"I see," Sangnetti took out a small notebook and placed it on a silver tray. "These are the characteristics and recommendations of various wines that I recorded. Please accept them."
Su opened it and took a look. The ink of the cursive characters varied in depth, and there were also exquisite pictures and wine labels. It was obvious that it was a personal diary that took a lot of time and effort to record with care.
"Thank you." Su returned the account book to the other party after reading it. "This is something you cherish, keep it for yourself."
Sangnetti was stunned, put away the notebook and left.
When the group of travelers had almost finished their meal, the waiters pushed the food cart and brought over the packaged drinks.
Waiter: "There are a lot of things. Please take a look."
The wines are not only exquisitely packaged, but also come with small cards with the name of the wine, origin, characteristics and tips written as briefly as possible.
"A red wine blended from Sisca and Ounara", "produced on the island of Ilias", "sweet and natural on the palate, with a slight acidity and a prominent fruity flavor that balances the greasy feeling of the fat", "recommended for drinking with meals".
"Champagne made from Chardonnay", "produced in Mont Mansault", "delicate, dense, smooth and sweet, with mellow, elegant, beautiful and harmonious floral and fruity aromas", "the first choice for ladies' afternoon tea or dance parties".
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Paimon praised: "It's worthy of being the Fontaine Luxury Hotel. The service is really considerate!"
Su muttered, "That guy didn't believe that I wrote down the contents of the notes. He was worried that we wouldn't know the value of the wine and would waste it."
The waiter pushing the dining cart was a little nervous, fearing that the customer's next sentence would be another complaint against Sangnetti. If he was complained about again, Sangnetti would have to guard the warehouse!
"Forget it, thank him for his kindness and the small card. By the way, tell him that the friends I'm sending this to are all people who know a lot about wine and have good taste, so he can rest assured!"