11 Later that night, at the tavern (1/2)

Amara the same clothes as him, which Lance found it as weird. Lance felt something strange but didn't know what it is. She flipped the closed sign, and one-by-one, the customer, came to the tavern and ordered some drink.

Lance approached a nobility male customer, ”What can I do for you, sir?”

”Well, where is the usual server?” The nobility asked Lance about where did Amara's mom go.

”Pardon me, sir, but she has a business need to be taken care of,” Lance said as he looked at the man's request and served him the drink, which was a diluted whiskey. Lance thought that he had another business too.

”Sir, do you have any business after this?” Lance asked him.

”Indeed, I have a business need to be taken care of with the count. Well, thank you, young man, here is the payment,” he said as he gave Lance fifty copper coins from his purse. He left the barstool, and Lance put the coins inside the chest below the bar counter.

Amara was stationed in the kitchen since Lance was assigned to the front door, and Amara was in the kitchen. Lance also served as the bartender and the server, which was unusual for the old Lance.

He continued to serve everyone afterward, though, with some complaint that the drink is either too cold or too warm.

Lance was not a drinker, but he got experience from back when he was an adjutant for a colonel that loves to be drunk. Every time he serves him alcohol, he got a critique every time even though some of his subordinates called him a miracle bartender since he can make a good IV cocktail.

Another customer came; this time was a female adventurer. A beautiful one with a sword on a sheath on her hip. ”How may I help you, ma'am?” Lance asked her as she sat down on the barstool.

”Could you give me anything?” She asked as Lance fulfill her request by making a white Russian.

He added 60ml of Dima's vodka, which was a powerful vodka. He added a clear block of ice cube and combine that with 30ml of coffee liquor and 30ml of heavy cream that was stored inside a bottle. He stirred it with a bar spoon and served it for the female adventurer.

”It's sweet, just like your face,” The female adventurer said to him.