The warden who guards the witches

The next afternoon, at the Malt Pub in Pingcheng District.

"Hey, Veronica, you're back so early today?" The boss who was wiping the cups behind the bar greeted the regular customers who walked into the store.

"Today, I'm taking a day off." Veronica smiled faintly.

"Oh, today is 'that'." The boss just remembered that today was a full moon, "So is it the same today?"

"Well, give me a set meal, and an extra portion of bread and ham fried eggs..." Veronica sat down on the single seat in front of the bar and started to order. She hesitated for a moment, and finally added something, "Give me a glass of malt."

"I want to have a drink today, what good thing happened?" The boss raised his eyebrows.

Veronica smiled and shook her head: "I just want to drink."

"Is that so? Wait a minute." The boss nodded calmly and turned to the kitchen to shout, "Steamed meat set, extra bread, ham and fried eggs."

Then he personally took a glass of beer from the barrel and handed it to Veronica: "Cold beer is coming!"

Veronica took the glass and tilted her head back to take a sip.

"Well... the set meal should be served with some side dishes first. It's easy to get drunk if you drink it straight." The boss advised, "Some cheese? Meat scraps? Or pickled olives?"

"Cheese." Veronica agreed without thinking much.

The boss brought the side dishes and didn't say much. He felt a little trouble.

Veronica lived nearby. When she was a mounted police officer, she often came here to eat. She was a regular customer of this pub. The boss knew that Veronica didn't drink much.

The boss has always believed that alcohol is a good thing. Two glasses of alcohol can make people feel happy. Even if they are just slightly drunk, they will temporarily forget their daily depression. If they drink until they lose their memory, even the pain that makes people unable to live will disappear without a trace. When they are happy, they can double their happiness. When they are sad, it is a painkiller for the soul.

So no matter what era or where, there are always people who drink themselves unconscious.

Having opened the pub for so many years, the boss knows that those guests who don’t drink much on weekdays suddenly start to drink heavily because of something, good or bad.

The polite smile of Veronica when she came in made the boss feel that the reason for the other party to drink would never be a good thing. She came to get drunk.

This made the boss a little worried.

When the food came, Veronica’s glass was empty. She ordered another glass of beer. At this time, her face had begun to turn red because of the alcohol.

"Today...drank so much." The boss kindly reminded.

It is dangerous for a young and beautiful girl to get drunk alone, but the boss is not worried about Veronica. He knows Veronica's ability, and the shop is basically full of familiar customers.

He is worried about his shop and other customers. As an old acquaintance, he believes in Veronica's self-control. When Veronica was wrongfully imprisoned, he and other neighbors wrote a joint letter, but even the most self-controlled people may become crazy after drinking.

A drunk wolf can still use money to solve the problem of smashing the shop, but it will be troublesome if he hurts people.

"Well, I'll just drink these two glasses." Veronica smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry to worry you."

The boss didn't know whether to bring up the topic. If the other party was a middle-aged or elderly customer like himself, he could still talk to the other party and listen to the other party's complaints. He didn't know what to talk about with young people like this, let alone any psychological counseling.

After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything, letting Veronica eat and drink alone.

After drinking half of the second glass of wine, Veronica felt a little dizzy. She drank a little too fast, so the alcohol took effect quickly.

She wanted to put aside the things that happened in the past few days, so she ordered some wine on a whim, but this level of alcohol was not enough to make her ignore her worries.

She needed more wine, but she was also aware of the consequences of drinking too much. If she was not slightly drunk, she would have to drink until her consciousness was a little more blurred.

But she had to go home before dark and stay at home.

She didn't know what would happen if she drank until she lost her memory at home. If she went out drunk, things would be serious.

In the end, she didn't even have the chance to get drunk... This made her even more disappointed.

The boss continued to wipe the cups. It was still a little early at this time. In addition to Veronica, there were only two elderly guests sitting at the table killing time with coffee and newspapers.

At this time, another new guest came in. The boss subconsciously said "Welcome" when he heard the door open.

The moment he looked up, the boss frowned.

Not a familiar customer... or rather, it's hard to tell who he is.

The person was wearing a loose windproof cloak, and the edge and shadow of the hood covered most of his face, like a mask.

The figure looked a little thin and a little short, either a woman or a teenager.

This kind of dress doesn't look like a serious person. It's not the dock or the post station. Who would wear this kind of cloak for traveling in the wild in the city?

Veronica was immersed in thinking and didn't notice that the new guest was quietly approaching her from behind.

"I don't mind the danger."

"But I do."

The previous conversation with Aiden was still fresh in my mind. After getting closer to the person I like, I encountered a barrier instead.

If the commander can successfully solve this matter, will there be a chance to express his feelings?

But if the commander encounters an accident...

Thinking of this possibility, Veronica felt that her body, which had just been warmed up by the alcohol, went cold again.

Whether the other party disappeared from this world or completely became another person, it was a fact that she could not accept at all.

Eden entrusted Veronica with his considerations after failure out of trust, but he did not think carefully. Veronica could not accept Aiden's disappearance at all.

If it became like that, how could he still have the mind to deal with any last wishes? The commander was really stupid and did not consider other people's feelings at all - under the influence of alcohol, Veronica finally touched the real thoughts in her heart.

But at the same time, another voice sounded in her heart: But... the commander did have his own considerations.

She remembered Aiden's mental control ability mentioned by the enemy - if she became the enemy's tool, it would be a huge threat to the commander.

Veronica has always been happy for Aiden's trust in her, but the more trust, the less defense. If Aiden died because of his trust in her, the pain would be unbearable for her.

Feeling upset, Veronica picked up the wine glass again.

At this moment, she vaguely heard someone stop behind her. She turned her head subconsciously, and the other person's hand was on her shoulder.

Veronica suddenly felt dizzy.