Phil finally saw his tavern.

It is called a tavern, but the area is not small. It is estimated that it is 700 to 800 square meters, and the open spaces around the tavern belong to Phil, but the tavern looks a bit old and should have not been decorated for some time.

There is a sign in front of the tavern with words and a snake pattern.

"The hero is back, is this the name of the tavern?" Phil asked, looking at the tavern's sign.

The old servant Harry nodded: "Yes, this is the name your grandfather gave to the tavern."

"This tavern was found in my grandfather's time? Then what is the snake painted next to me?" Phil continued.

"This is the badge of the Knight family. Having this logo means that this is the property of the Knight family." Harry answered.

"The family badge? Why haven't I seen it before?" Phil asked in confusion.

"A long time ago, nobles would have badges of their own family. Just look at the badges they wear, you can know which family the other party comes from. Later, nobles gradually abandoned this tradition. Now, only those noble families that have been passed down for a long time will have badges of their own." Harry explained slowly.

"So, our Knight family has a long history. Our family badge is a snake. What kind of snake is this? It's poisonous or not?" Phil asked.

"This is a Mamba snake, not only poisonous, but also highly poisonous." After Harry explained, he took Phil directly into the bar.

Perhaps because it was not yet open for business hours, there were no customers in the bartender. A short man with a bartender looked lazy and leaning against the bartender, looking drowsy.

"Ahem..." Harry coughed dryly, and the bartender raised his head. When he saw that it was Harry, he immediately showed a flattering smile and walked over.

The bartender walked to Harry and said with a hot face: "Mr. Potter, you are here."

Harry nodded and then said to Phil: "Master, this is our bartender."

Phil cares more about the bartender’s name to Harry: “Harry, he just called you Mr. Potter?”

"Yes." Harry nodded: "Potter is my last name, and Harry is my first name."

Phil showed a playful smile: "So your full name is Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded again: "Master, my name is very ordinary. There are many people in this world called Harry. Potter is also a very common surname. I don't know why you are interested in this name."

"Nothing, I just think the name seems familiar." Phil laughed and asked teasingly, "Do you know someone named Ron, and someone named Hermione?"

"Listen to the name, this should be a man and a woman, right? It is also a very ordinary name. I think there should be many people who call this name, but I don't know anyone who calls these two names." Harry replied.

"I just ask casually." Harry said, looking at the bartender, and then said, "Are you a bartender? Make me a drink of the bar."

"Okay, what do you want to drink? As long as you can call out the name, I can make it out." The bartender said confidently.

Phil didn't know what kind of cocktails there are in this world, so he spoke, "Just make a glass of your best!"

After a while, the bartender brought a newly prepared cocktail. Phil took the glass, looked at the color, put it next to his mouth and smelled it, and then took a sip.

"Young master, it tastes pretty good! This is my best." The bartender looked expectant, as if waiting for Phil's praise.

Phil smiled helplessly and asked Harry beside him: "You mentioned before that our bar business is not very good, right?"

"Actually, the bar business was pretty good a few years ago, but since the opening of the Triumph Bar next door, our business has been getting worse and worse." Harry replied.

Phil put down the wine glass in his hand and said to himself: "I think I already know why our business is not going well."

The wine cooked by the bartender is very bad. If there are no other bars nearby and customers have no other choice, they may be able to just put it in. Once there are other competitors, with the bartender's bartender's bartender level, there is really no way to retain customers.

Phil found an excuse to send the bartender away, and then asked, "Harry, have you ever thought about changing to another bartender?"

"Master, I understand what you mean. The bartender's bartender's bartender is indeed not as good as the bartender in the Triumph Bar next door, but he has worked here for many years, and a good bartender has a good salary. A good bartender's salary is higher than ours, and we can't afford to hire in our small place." Harry replied.

"What about next door? How could they have a better bartender?" Phil asked.

"The owner of the Triumph Bar next door is originally a bartender. I heard that he worked in a big bar in the capital city." Harry answered.

"So, if the quality of the drink is better than us, the next door is definitely better than us!" Phil shook his head helplessly: "Then do you think of other ways to attract guests, such as adding some performances?"

"Young Master, are you just inviting wandering artists?" Harry asked.

"Wandering artists? What's so good about it! Besides, if their performance is really great, will it be more like wandering?" Phil paused and said lustfully: "I mean finding some beautiful girls to dance in the store, preferably dancing, and the less clothes they dance."

"Young Master, the kind of performance you mentioned should only be available in big cities, right? We can't even afford a better bartender in small places like us. How can we afford a beautiful ****?" Harry said.

"That's right, the pretty lady's salary must be higher than that of the bartender." Phil lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, and then spoke again: "Then we may also hold some activities or add some new facilities to attract more customers. For example, put a few pool tables, yes! The bar and pool table are perfect matches..."

"Master, what is a pool table?" Harry asked in confusion.

"The billiards table is for playing billiards..." Phil suddenly stopped his words. He realized that the world was not the earth. There may be no billiards here, not just billiards, but other sports such as basketball and football.

Phil thought he wanted to make sure whether there was sports in this world first, so he asked, "Harry, is there sports in this world?"

"Young Master, are you talking about running, hiking, hunting, etc." Harry asked in confusion.

"These are also considered sports, but I'm talking about the kind of activity where two people fight and then decide the outcome." Phil replied.

"Young Master, are you talking about magical battles? You need to go to the magic ring, you have to find an arena. The arenas are all in the city, and there are no small towns like ours." Harry replied.

"What I'm talking about is not fighting, it's a civilized confrontation. No one will attack the opponent, nor will anyone be injured." Phil replied.

Harry nodded suddenly and realized: "I understand, are you talking about stone scissors?"

"It's not the kind that is better than luck, but the body." Phil had to explain patiently.

Harry slapped his head: "Young Master, you are talking about arm wrestling!"

Phil looked at Harry speechlessly: "Okay, let's not talk about the confrontation between two people. Let's talk about the confrontation between multiple people, such as the movement of five people against five people, or the movement of eleven people against eleven people. Have you heard of it?"

"Of course I've heard of it!" Harry nodded with certainty.

"Can you say that there are basketball and football in this world!" Phil was shocked.

Harry opposite said, "Young Master must be referring to tug of war!"

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Chapter completed!