Edge of the Apocalypse

"Boss, serve wine!"

Tonislaw slammed the table and shouted, "Tonight, you'll be drunk!"

"Don't go back until you're drunk!"

It was evening, and Alan was in a bar called "Saber" on Babylon's Goldwing Avenue. It was an army-style name, partly because bars were known for selling spirits, and partly because it was run by a retired brigadier general, often a gathering place for federal soldiers. The Saber Bar was simple to decorate, but every corner and decoration continued the neat military style.

This was the world of men and spirits, and when Alan asked Tonislaw to bring him to this bar, he was surprised. After all, Tonislaw's style didn't seem to fit the bar.

"Alan, I'm so happy." The second lieutenant's voice interrupted Ellen's interest in observing the bar. Tonislaw took out a handkerchief at some unknown time and was choking with tears as he said, "I've already hooked up five contestants on the death stage, but you're the only one who won. In the future, who would say that Tonislaw's boys are all weak?"

Tonislaw raised his glass and shouted, "Let's have a drink. Here's to Alan!"

"To Alan!"

Tonislaw was still excited when he poured a glass of brandy into it. The second lieutenant even jumped onto the stage of the bar and hugged a dancer who was dancing hot. He took the microphone and said, "Today is a celebration day. I can't help but want to sing a song."

Unexpectedly, before Tonislaw could sing, someone had already pulled down the stage.

"Please let go of our ears, Second Lieutenant."

"That's right, your singing reminds us of our old mother's chicken cry!"

Alan laughed out loud, and Alan also laughed out loud. A waitress walked over. She was very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her long brown hair spread out, her eyes blurred, and her bold and open collar exposed her snow-white chest muscles to the air. A soldier whistled at her, reached out to touch her butt and stuffed the tip into her cleavage.

The girl scolded softly and silently put the tip into her pocket. As he walked past Allen, he put a glass of beer in front of him and wiped his arm with his chest. "I'll buy this one."

"Hey, that young lady!" Tonislaw shouted through the microphone, "Don't try to trick our Young Master Allen into your bed with a glass of beer. I'm telling you, he's a Bescot now!" That's right. This morning, Master Horn personally invited our young master to join Beth Cord. His future is boundless. "At least you can be a brigadier general in the future, so please move your chest. That position should be reserved for other young ladies of your family!"

The soldiers also started to heckle, and the girl's face immediately turned red. She cursed hatefully at the "damned human demon", but helplessly walked away. Just like Tonislaw had said, Alan was already considered a member of the Bescot Clan, and he was personally invited by the Clan Chief Horn. In the future, his position in the Clan would definitely not be too low. The worst person who could accompany someone like this was the daughter of an ordinary noble family, not an ordinary waitress.

In Babylon class was harsher than imagined. If you don't have enough strength to take something that shouldn't belong to you, death is already the lightest punishment. The girl didn't want any noble daughter to know that she had indiscriminate thoughts about Alan and then someday die in a remote alley for no reason.

Sometimes, offending your young miss is far more terrifying than those gentlemen who show mercy everywhere.

After the small episode, Tonislaw ignored the soldiers beneath him and began to sing in a hoarse voice, "The morning sun has awakened me, and the birds on the windowsill are already singing. They thought it was just a repeating morning, but their arrival changed everything …"

"The meteor shining in the sky brought not the gospel of heaven, but the revelation of hell. "The sea created a huge wave, the mountains collapsed under the cannon fire, the city turned into a sea of flames, we can no longer hear laughter, only the whispers of the devil …" At first, soldiers gradually began to echo. As they sang softly, they slapped the table with their hands, forming a common rhythm.

"The day is replaced by the night. There are only blizzards and strong winds left in the world. But there is a voice shouting that humans should resist!" Tonislaw's voice grew louder and louder. "So we packed our bags and left the familiar village. There was endless darkness ahead, and we didn't know where we were heading home. But we had to face the ice and snow and charge in the direction of the storm! Charge!"

Almost all the soldiers in the bar joined in the chorus: "No matter how strong the enemy is, we will not retreat. Even if the God of Fate has abandoned us, we will rush to the battlefield of knowledge, tear the darkness apart and let the dawn shine on the other side of the day!"

'"Thousand Soldiers are pointing at the glory of millions of people. I will not only die in battle, but I will also chill the hearts of the enemies! We are the Blades of Dawn, and we are the Shields of Hope. Our names will be engraved on that heroic spirit's monument!"

There were several repetitive melodies, but the soldiers were singing more and more urgently. Even if Alan wasn't a soldier, his blood boiled with excitement at the fast melody and the excited lyrics. He did not know that this was the Dawn Song, a song written to commemorate the epic war that was well known in Babylon and loved by the military. When the soldiers shouted the last passionate note, the singing stopped abruptly.

The sudden interruption left a huge blank, and it deeply shocked the hearts of the people in the depths of their hearts!

"Drink!"

No one knew who shouted, but then everyone started to gulp. Even Alan's mood stirred, and he couldn't help but drink a few more drinks. Before he had drunk so much wine, a few glasses of wine immediately surged up from his stomach, and the world became blurry in his eyes.

Finally, the teenager was unable to defeat his wine power and fell asleep on the table with his wine cup.

Twilight was much more luxurious than Saber. Located at the southern end of Goldwing Avenue, adjacent to the bustling Hatton Commercial Avenue, people entering and leaving this place every day are either rich or expensive. Twilight emphasized a kind of restrained luxury, in order to meet the aesthetic standards of the current nobles. An arch dotted with stars was used as the door, and as they walked along the red carpet, there was a plain partition, the only decoration being a mosaic of frescoes inlaid with Mosaic porcelain.

However, when you turn the partition, a large space with a dark blue back/view will shock your eyes. This is the twilight lobby, with dance floor, bar, public area and concealed deck areas. The bar was decorated with stained glass curtain walls, stone sculptures, crystal chandeliers, and even a small fountain in front of the stage for the performance.

Twilight was far above the saber in terms of size and passenger flow. The people who entered and left this place were all well-dressed, and their manners were elegant. They were like miniature miniature figures of upper-class society. Of course, Twilight did not entertain all the nobles, but the wealthy people of Babylon. Babylon is a place of class, even in all walks of life. With Twilight's talent, most of the guests were rich people, low-class nobles, or the collateral descendants of some aristocratic families.

True aristocrats of wealthy families simply disdained to wander around in such a place.

Even so, there was an insurmountable sense of class in the twilight. For example, those elegant concealed card seats were only open to the aristocratic class. No matter how wealthy the commoners were, they could only wander around the public area. At this moment, a burst of laughter erupted from a card socket, causing others to look sideways. There were seven or eight fifteen or sixteen-year-olds inside. These older children were basically the children of a certain family.

One of the sturdy, brown-haired, greasy-haired, freckled-faced boys was clearly the focus of attention. He used an exaggerated expression and large-scale movements to describe how he had fought against the two family guards, "… In the end, I kicked Megan in the air and knocked her down."

"And after that?"

"Of course, I will go celebrate with those girls. Don't ask me where to celebrate. In short, I can only say that those girls are too spicy."

Everyone burst into a burst of tacit laughter. A boy raised his glass and said, "Come, let's drink a toast to the promising young master Vincent."

"Fuck!"

After three rounds, someone said, "Vincent, I heard that your Beth Cod just recruited a kid named Allen. Isn't that the winner of the death arena?"

Vincent said nonchalantly, "It's just a lowly commoner on the surface. At most, he's a clan warrior."

Unexpectedly, he had just finished speaking. "I don't think so," said someone from the other card seat.

Vincent's expression immediately changed. He stood up and said coldly, "Do you know who I am? I don't need you to judge what I said!"

The man chuckled, "Cousin Vincent, you're so arrogant."

Vincent was stunned and walked into the card seat at the back. There weren't many people in this card seat. A youngster who was older than Vincent sat in it, and there was a hot girl on each side. The youth Fang Zheng had a deep outline on his face. His short dark brown hair was very capable, and his eyes were even brighter and brighter, as if he could look straight into the hearts of people.

Seeing him, Vincent immediately put on a smile and said, "So it's Cousin Kodorf. Why are you here at twilight?"

"I was bored and casually looked around. I discovered that this place is actually not bad." The young man pushed a girl to the left, signaling for her to sit away and give Vincent her seat.

Vincent sat down and personally poured the wine for Kodorf. "Kodorf, what did you mean?"

"Obviously, that kid named Allen is definitely not as simple as being a clan warrior." Kodorf shook his glass and looked at Vincent with a smile. "Don't forget, that was personally invited by Grandpa. Do you think Grandpa would be bored to the point of inviting a future warrior?"