In the bar, the four pool tables were filled with guests. Of course, only a few people holding the clubs, most of them were spectators.

"Oye, I scored! It's worth a drink!"

Cheers rang out from the crowd, accompanied by cheers. In addition, there were more booing, they were mocking the stinky ball baskets and some bragging "I must be better than him."

The bar, which was already a bit dead, became full of vitality because of these four pool tables, or the noisy sound, made the bar look even more lively.

"This is the bar. Without some passion, what kind of bar is it!" Phil looked at this scene with satisfaction. The first step of the plan was successful. The pool table brought popularity to the bar. Although the bartender's level was a bit bad, relying on these pool tables, "The Return of the Hero" would not go on the road of bankruptcy.

"It's really easy to satisfy people in this world." Phil sighed lightly.

In Phil's view, the four-hole billiards he launched are a boring game. If placed on Earth, it may not even be attractive to primary school students. After all, "Glory of Kings" is much more interesting than this simple billiards. However, in this magical world, there is an extreme lack of entertainment life, and even a wrestler can be regarded as a place for competition, and the most simple billiards will also become interesting games.

"Young master, do you want a drink?" The bartender came over with a flattering look on his face.

Phil thought about the bartender's level and finally shook his head: "Forget it, I'll have to read a book later, so I'd better go to the warehouse. It's too noisy here."

After saying that, Phil turned around and left the bar lobby, entered the warehouse behind, found a quiet corner to sit down, then took out a thick notebook and read it carefully.

The notebook was left by the previous "Phil". It records some alchemy processes and experiences, so this is an alchemy note.

For a soul from the earth, magic is too mysterious. All magic cannot be explained by science. Compared with it, alchemy is closer to science and can be accepted by Phil.

Although the "Phil" before did not successfully refine gold, he created many strange materials through alchemy, and these were all needed by Phil. So he found the notebook, looked through the experimental records, and began to carefully study the contents of the notebook.

Phil quickly immersed in the experimental records and experimental experiences in the notebook. It was not until a rushing footsteps sounded in his ears that Phil put down the notebook.

The bartender ran over with an anxious look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Phil asked.

"Young master, it's not good. The fight is coming outside!" said the bartender.

"Fight? Why? Is anyone making trouble when they get drunk?" Phil continued.

The bartender shook his head: "No, it's someone who is about to grab the pool table is about to start fighting!"

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The day after the billiards was launched, someone fought to compete for the table, which was something Phil unexpected.

Phil took two steps at a time and quickly ran back to the bar lobby. Sure enough, he saw two people standing in front of one of the ball tables, looking tense. On the left was a bald man, not tall, but had a fat face. He knew he was a bad guy at first glance, and on the right was a big guy with dark skin and a messy beard that almost covered half of his face.

"Bald, you have been fighting for a long time. Now it's my turn!" Hei Big Man said angrily.

"You stupid guy, do you know if you come first or later? I came first today. If you want to play, wait until I have enough fun!" The bald man was not willing to be outdone.

"Bald, are you looking for a beating?" Hei Big Man said and swung his fist.

"Silly, I am an apprentice magician at least, and I'm still afraid of you?" The bald man raised his chest and exposed the badge he wore on his chest. It was an iron badge that symbolized the apprentice magician.

The big black man also showed his iron badge: "Come on, I am also a trainee magician, don't say I'm bullying you later."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Phil rushed out of the crowd.

"Please stop, please, please." Phil came directly between the two.

"Who are you?" asked the bald man and the big black man at the same time.

"I am the boss here, everyone can call me Phil!" While Phil spoke, he deliberately or unintentionally revealed his bronze badge.

The bronze badge is a symbol of the junior magician. When the two trainee magicians who were originally noisy saw Phil's bronze badge, their arrogant arrogance immediately weakened most of them.

Phil continued, "You two are fighting for this table? Why bother to do such a small thing?"

"Okay, if you ask this bald man to give me the table, I won't do it." The big black man said.

"I came first today. Why give it to him? You are the boss, right? You should drive him away such an unreasonable silly man." The bald man said tit-for-tat.

"It's you who should be driven away. If you have occupied this table for so long, it's the other person's turn."

"Okay, I want this table, right? Come and grab it if you have the ability!"

"I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to take action again, Phil quickly waved his hand: "You two, don't be impatient. Since you both want to play basketball, I have a fair way. Give me a face and listen to my method?"

The bald man and the big black man quieted down at the same time, and Phil continued: "I think it's better to compete with the two. Whoever wins can play with this table."

"Are you going to fight?" The big black man raised his wand again and planned to take action.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished talking yet!" Phil stopped the big black man and continued, "The competition I mentioned is not a fight, but a billiards."

"Compare billiards? How to compare?" asked the bald man.

Phil pointed to the pool table and then said, "There are nine red balls on the table. Whoever scores five red balls first will win."

"Okay, that's definitely me."

"I've just won."

While they were talking, they aimed at the white cue ball with their clubs.

"There is only one claw ball on this table, but you are two people. How should we divide it?" the bald man asked.

"Whoever beats me will be the one who has it, I have a long arms anyway." The big black man said.

The bald man was not tall and his limbs were not as slender as the big black man. He thought that he was at a loss and immediately spoke, "No, you are bringing a white ball over, so that each of us will have a white ball."

Phil smiled slightly: "Two, I haven't finished what I said just now! Let me announce the rules below. You two take turns to play, each of you play one shot. If you can score a goal, you can score the next shot. If you can't score a goal, it's the next shot. If the cue ball enters the hole, it's the next. Winning and losing all depends on your strength. Is this rule fair?"

"Okay, I'll do it first!" the bald man said.

"Why do you come first? If you score five goals in a row, I will lose. Wouldn't I suffer a lot? I should be the one who comes first!" said the big black man.

"At your level, you still want to score five goals in a row?" Phil complained in his heart, but he didn't say that. He took out a copper coin and continued: "Don't argue with you, guess the coin and decide who will play first, who will want to write, who will spend?"

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Chapter completed!