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In Ahova County, in a city that is being rebuilt after the war, there are many pubs with traces of fire.

"Toby, did you add too much damn water to your beer?" A man wearing a worn-out peaked cap took the glass, took a sip, and couldn't help complaining.

The boss, who was acting as a bartender, wiped the glass and snorted: "Do you still remember the previous prohibition? Oliqi, it would be nice to have wine for you!"

The burly man named Olic muttered a few words, but drank his beer intently without saying anything more.

Next to him with his sleeves rolled up, the bronze-skinned man looked up and said, "I heard that the prohibition on alcohol will be lifted soon, because the food from Fenepot will be delivered soon, and Fossa Ke and Intis will compensate a large amount of food!"

"I can only say, I hope so, may God bless you." The bar owner, Toby, had just responded when he heard the sound of the door opening.

He looked up and saw a young man who appeared to be a wandering magician enter.

Wearing a black robe and a more classical top hat, the man walked all the way to the bar and sat on a high stool.

"A glass of Southwell beer." The man laid out several copper pennies.

The burly man named Olic looked sideways at the stranger, and asked curiously, "Are you a stranger? Are you a magician?"

The young man, who had no distinctive appearance, was hard to remember. He smiled and said, "Yes, the magic I'm best at is making people's wishes come true."

Olic whistled immediately: "What did I hear?

"Fulfill people's wishes!

"Oh God,

Here's a guy pretending to be a god! "

Such ridicule immediately caused laughter from the surroundings.

The young man who claimed to be a magician was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "It was just a special magic trick."

Olic took a sip of beer and laughed loudly: "Then you can grant me a wish, let this stingy boss buy me a glass of beer."

"Okay." The young man in a black robe raised his right hand and tapped on the table.

In the sound of thud, the bar owner Toby poured a glass of beer, pushed it in front of Olic, then withdrew his hand, and repeated the act of wiping the glass.

Such a scene of deja vu made Olic stunned for a moment, and shouted in a daze: "Toby, do you know him?"

"I don't know." The boss Toby glanced at Oliqi like a fool.

"..." Olic raised his glass uncertainly, and took a sip carefully, to test whether Toby would let him pay.

Seeing that the bar owner stopped talking to him, the strong man turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the young man in black robe and tall hat: "How did you do it?"

"As I said, a special magic trick." The young man took a sip of Southwell beer leisurely.

Olic was in doubt, the man next to him rolled up his sleeves sneered and said: "I bet you and Toby must have discussed it before, and the action of you knocking on the table is to say that you will pay for the beer .�

"You can make another wish." The wandering magician responded indifferently.

"My brother's house and mine collapsed in a previous bombing, and it is being rebuilt. My wish is that it will be restored to its original state before I return." The man with his sleeves rolled up said slightly smugly.

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