Looking at my shocked eyes, the bartender seemed very happy, but just like a cunning hunter who has taken the bait after seeing his prey, he kept silent.

But how could I let him keep silent? I had to ask: "Marry? Usually women marry others, right? How can a man be a 'newly married man'?"

The bartender just smiled mysteriously and didn't answer, and the noise of the crowd over there had gradually subsided. Although it was a bit weird, it was like a faucet switch that was suddenly turned on and the water stopped flowing out, but I

I no longer have the heart to care about the situation over there.

But the bartender glanced over there, his expression became serious, and he said softly: "This man made such a big fuss that he alarmed the adults. Even if he has the privilege, even if he is happy, there is no need to do this."

Although the muttering was soft and the emotion was not obvious, I also had a vague idea that this bartender was loyal to the Holy Village, and he probably had a certain purpose in trying to woo me like this.

Despite this, the word "sir" still made me sensitive, and I thought of the person I met when I entered the door. The inexplicable familiar feeling. So, I looked back, and sure enough, that person appeared here, and he seemed to have great majesty.

’s appearance quickly calmed the situation.

There is nothing lively and interesting to watch, that is, a person with status in the Holy Village has solved a dispute that may not even be a big deal in his eyes.

"How about buying a few more bottles of wine?" The bartender suddenly suggested to me, probably feeling that there was nothing to pay attention to anymore.

I thought for a moment that I understood his purpose of trying to seduce my appetite, so I pretended to be emotional and said, "The wine here is not cheap. I'm obviously not that rich."

"Only when you have a drink can you have fun chatting. My job is not easy, right?" the bartender said to me with a smile.

I nodded silently, then took out a few so-called counting papers from my pocket, and handed them to the bartender. In this village where life is strictly restricted, it is obviously impossible for anyone to copy such counting papers.

Tasks are the absolute currency here, but I didn't expect that a bartender working here also has a so-called 'mission', which is to earn as many people's points as possible. All of this is just to force people to be more loyal and pious.

The wine was quickly put on the table, and even I felt my flesh ache for no reason, because here I am a complete poor person, and my instinct is to feel unbearable due to consumption.

"Haha, it's true that you are happy to be a newlywed, but if you are not a newbie, how can you ask me what is going on as a 'newly married person'?" The bartender smiled a little sinisterly, and picked up the belongings without haste.

I took a sip of the wine and felt very relaxed.

He said somewhat seriously: "You know? This village exists for God. There are no so-called humble feelings in the world, such as friendship, love, family affection, and feelings for God. Compared with it, those are nothing. So, here

Everyone belongs to God."

I took a sip of wine, my eyes showed a kind of confused approval, but I silently cursed "madman" in my heart, and then continued to listen to him.

"Belong to God, do you understand? Oh, since you are from this great village of ours, you must understand this meaning. However, here, not everyone who wants to be close to God can really get close to God." At this point,

, the bartender's face showed a hint of secret mystery, and he whispered in my ear: "God really exists, living in God's place, so close to us, yet so far away from us."

What do you mean? My heart was beating loudly, but there was a joyful and crazy expression on my face, and then I looked like I couldn't help but want to ask, so that the bartender had to pat me on the shoulder.

He gave me a comforting signal to calm down, and then said: "This is not a secret here, our great God is merciful, naturally

It allows the pure and pious people in our village to have the opportunity to approach it and move towards a higher world! Do you understand? Those who are chosen to approach God and go to God’s place are equivalent to having completely dedicated themselves to God.

If you are married to God, you belong to God. If you can get close to God one day, you will be completely married to God. This is the 'newly married person'."

"Really? That's really amazing. How can I become a 'newlywed'? I really can't wait." I tried to pretend to be extremely excited and looked at the bartender.

At this moment, an inaudible chuckle rang out from beside me, with a sense of seeing through. If I hadn't always had good hearing, I might have ignored the laughter amid the noisy voices and music.

There was a sound, but I happened to hear it, but I couldn't turn my head. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the so-called adult was also sitting at the bar, but I couldn't express anything and could only pretend that I didn't know anything.

When I saw that adult coming, the bartender who was still talking to me immediately ignored me and ran to the adult very diligently, saying that you have worked hard, why did you want to come and sit here for such a stupid thing?

While talking nonsense, he took out the best red wine in this pub and poured the adult a glass.

But the adult didn't seem to have any intention of drinking red wine. He silently asked for a bottle of beer. His mask seemed to be very delicate. When he pushed it up slightly, he could just expose a small part of his mouth and chin.

He was drinking beer in silence like this, looking very reticent to talk.

At this time, I wished I could stand in the position of the bartender, because I have always felt an inexplicable familiarity with that so-called adult. From the side, I could only see him pushing up a small part of his mask, revealing

A small part of the face, but unfortunately it was blocked by the edge of the mask, so I couldn't see clearly what that small part of the face looked like.

The bartender was still hanging around in front of the adult, but the adult seemed to have a weird personality. Not only was he not very talkative, but he also seemed to like being alone. He just waved the bartender impatiently and asked the bartender to leave.

The bartender's face was filled with resentment, but he finally came back and said something to save himself: "It seems that you are not in a good mood."

I didn't pay much attention, I just stared at him, waiting for the answer he gave me. Inevitably, he tricked me into buying a few more bottles of wine, and I almost spent all the counting paper on me. This bartender was

Then he said to me: "Only the adults in the inner village know the rules for choosing a newlywed. How can it be for a little person like me?"

I can understand. In short, it is not easy to get close to God. After all, humans are not gods. If you want to go to the place of God, you always have to go through many tests and pay a price, which may not necessarily be the case.

It’s a matter of achieving the goal you’re pursuing. But even so, I want to be chosen as the ‘newlywed’.”

After I bought the wine, the bartender naturally had no reservations and gave me the answer in one breath. Maybe he didn't care, and he also gave me a lot of news about the outer village and the inner village. At this moment, I actually understood something very clearly in my heart.

The so-called 'newlyweds' turned out to be sacrifices. Why they were sacrificed and what happened in the process I don't know. I just clearly saw the tragic fate of these 'brainwashed' people.

Looking at the longing look on the bartender's face, my mouth felt bitter, as if the beer I just swallowed didn't bring me any pleasure at all, but only left a bitter taste. In order to wash away the bitter taste, I just

I could take a few big sips of beer, but my face had to look like I was yearning for it even so.

Putting down the empty beer bottle, I asked: "What will be the consequences if I fail to get close to God? I'm just asking. In fact, I'm not worried. I believe God will bless my soul. No matter how tragic the consequences are, the soul will eventually be healed."

To be sheltered by it was just pure curiosity."

"You are very pious. Of course, your idea is similar to mine. It is extremely correct. There are no consequences, and you will be blessed in the end! However, if you didn't succeed, if you have the opportunity to watch the sacrificial ceremony, you

You will know naturally." The bartender answered me casually, not as directly as he answered other questions.

I think there are certain taboos here when he uses news to 'seduce' every newcomer. What can and cannot be said are all defined. For example, he cannot say anything that 'scares' newcomers.

There is no so-called freedom here, and there is no freedom of speech. Everything is restricted, including this pub that claims freedom of conversation. Everything here has only one purpose, isn't it?

I didn't ask any more questions. What I wanted to ask and know here was nothing more than this. However, this entertainment room is a good place. I think I also need to relax to save my tense nerves from being in this kind of situation.

Under the rules and dullness, it inevitably slips into the so-called 'faith'.

He took a sip of wine silently, but on the other side of the bar, there was a sound of getting up. It seemed that the adult was about to leave. When he stood up, his mask had been pulled up, and he was holding the wine bottle in his hand.

, stomped beside me gently and handed it to the bartender as if it was a trivial convenience. He was very personable and didn't mind doing this.

However, I seemed to be calm, but the moment he passed by me, he gently put something on one of my legs. I calmly put down my hand and covered the thing.
Chapter completed!