Chapter 606 20. A Cup of Allen

“There is no doubt that you did a great job this time, Carl, Johnny. I got what I wanted and you didn’t alarm anyone. Well done.” Roger’s voice was full of praise.

In the praise of Roger, Johnny Silverhand obviously wanted to say something, but under Carl’s gaze, he didn’t say anything after all. In order to smoke and drink, Johnny Silverhand resisted the urge to brag. His performance made Roger, who was familiar with him, couldn’t help but look at him more.

She had thought that Johnny would brag about himself and talk about how great and awesome he was when she said “well done” based on his personality. But Johnny was so quiet today? Did he really learn something from this mission and change his personality?
“That’s it for this time. Johnny, do you want to stay here with Roger, or…” Carl asked.

“Let’s go! I’m begging you, hurry up and get me a set of equipment for smoking and drinking!” Johnny Silverhand interrupted impatiently.

“Okay.” Carl gestured to Roger at Johnny Silverhand’s eagerness, “Then let’s stop nagging. Let’s talk about it later, Roger. We’ll go out for a drink and leave.”

“Smoking and drinking. I see.” Roger chuckled. “I was wondering why Johnny was so quiet today. Just consider it as an additional reward for this mission. I’ll pay for your drinking today. Remember to pack a few bottles of wine for this impatient dog.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that, Roger.” Johnny Silverhand muttered.

After Johnny Silverhand and Carl left in a hurry, Roger watched their backs disappear behind the closed door, thought for a moment, then picked up the things she had obtained and began to contact people. Carl and Johnny Silverhand’s work was over, but Roger’s work had just begun.

By the time Carl and Johnny Silverhand had walked all the way to the seats next to the counter, the other people had also arrived. After the festival was over, everyone rushed to “the next life” after receiving Carl’s news. However, Carl looked around and did not see Misty, who was supposed to accompany Jack.

“Where’s Misty?” Carl asked Jack curiously after sitting down, “From the message you sent before, weren’t you with Misty?”

“I went back after seeing Hua Yu. My mom wanted to have dinner with her. Now I can’t spend as much time with my mom for dinner as Misty does. My mom has been complaining a lot recently and she doesn’t know who the biological child is.” Jack shrugged helplessly.

“Mrs. Wells would indeed say that. She asked me, V, Oliver, and T-BUG to come over and sit with her a few days ago, saying that she hadn’t seen us for a while.” Carl said with a smile.

“It’s only been less than a week, that’s just her temper.” Jack said, seeing Johnny Silverhand jumping to the seat next to him, “Speaking of which, how was it like to do the job for the first time, Johnny?”

“Oh, how could such a small task be difficult for me, Johnny Silverhand?” Johnny Silverhand had obviously forgotten that he was being chased and hacked by Oda, and looked proudly at V and T-BUG on the other side, “Karl said that you have the ability to give me the entire taste system and the components that can be used for smoking, and he will pay for the components. Can you help me tonight? If not, I can beg you, it’s too painful to watch me not being able to drink.”

“That’s easy. Carl told us. It’s not difficult. We can do it later.” V nodded, indicating that he would be willing to help. T-BUG beside him also added: “Just don’t make the house smell.”

“Don’t worry, as long as you get along well with me, you can go to the rooftop to drink and smoke.” Johnny Silvershou promised solemnly.

At this time, Claire came over and looked at the few people: “Would you like anything to drink?” Her eyes swept over Johnny Silverhand, but there was no surprise on her face. Obviously, she was used to this dog that could speak human language.

In response to Claire’s question, Jack glanced at Johnny Silverhand and said to Claire with a smile, “I’ll just have a glass of ‘Johnny Silverhand’. I haven’t had it for a while.”

“Tasteful.” Johnny Silverhand showed a certain pride in Jack’s choice, “That’s how a man should drink.”

“I think you like to drink this way.” V ​​teased, then looked at Claire, “Are there any new wine orders recently? I want to drink some special drinks.”

“How about a glass of ‘Alan’?” Claire suggested.

“‘Eren’?” V thought for a moment when he heard the name, and then realized, “Oh, it’s the Eren who killed Saburo Arasaka, right?”

V glanced at Carl and asked knowingly, “Isn’t he from Militech? It’s dog-eat-dog in the company. Are they on your wine list for ‘Next Life’?”

“Anyway, he did kill Saburo Arasaka, didn’t he?” Claire smiled slightly, “And the name on our wine list is not that of the company dog, but ‘Alan’ – the name of the man who killed Saburo Arasaka. Although it’s a disguised name, it’s also a great name, isn’t it good?” Claire said, looking at Carl meaningfully: “This was Carl’s suggestion. Even the wine list was given by him. Haha, some people complained about this when they were drinking, but when they knew it was Carl who said it, no one had any objections.”

If the famous KK thinks he is amazing and this name is qualified to be on the wine list of “next life”, then who can say he is not qualified? Can the dead Arasaka Saburo crawl out of the grave and say he objects?

“Alan, Alan, maybe I have to thank this name. After all, if it weren’t for this name, I wouldn’t know where I would be lying.” Oliver laughed, with some emotion in his tone.

“Give me a glass of ‘Alan’ too. I want to see what kind of wine list Carl has given.” Oliver said to Claire with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Claire smiled slightly, as if she had anticipated Oliver’s reaction. She cleared her throat and said in a tone that was almost like reciting aloud: “‘Nobody, ordinary people, people at the bottom of society, drink a glass of wine with a legendary name, and then they think they have that brilliant experience, and indulge in it under the anesthesia of alcohol, until they are obsessed with fantasy.'”

She paused, her eyes swept over everyone present, and continued, “This is the recommendation that Carl gave along with the wine list. He also said, ‘Since you plan to taste it, why not taste this bar with a vain name? It’s ordinary but great. You can drink it without any alcohol anesthesia, and you can enjoy the comfort.'”

After Claire finished speaking, there seemed to be a hint of subtle atmosphere in the air. Johnny Silverhand raised his eyebrows and muttered in a low voice: “Tsk, Karl always speaks so mysteriously.”

Jack smiled and shook his head, picking up his glass: “It sounds interesting. Should I add some words of recommendation to my glass of ‘Johnny Silver Hand’?”

“The name of that drink is a recommendation in itself,” V interjected, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “After all, who knows how to make people drunk better than Johnny Silverhand?”

Johnny Silverhand snorted, obviously not taking V’s teasing seriously, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He turned to look at Claire and said, “What about the recommendation for the wine? Don’t tell Johnny Silverhand that we didn’t prepare any special recommendation for the wine.”

Claire smiled and said mysteriously: “The recommendation for Johnny Silverhand’s wine is – ‘Drink it, you will be a legend.'”

“That’s pretty good.” Johnny Silverhand nodded with satisfaction.

Oliver looked at the ‘Alan’ in his hand, shook the glass gently, and whispered: “Nobody, ordinary person, huh, Karl, this guy, really knows how to make people empathize with him.”

V also raised his glass to Oliver: “Cheers to those unknown people, to those ordinary people.”

“Cheers to those people.” Oliver responded, and the two men’s wine glasses collided gently in the air, making a crisp sound.

Carl sat aside, watching all this silently, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. He didn’t say much, but just asked for a glass of Allen, took a sip gently, and the liquid slid down his throat, bringing a hint of warmth that made him tipsy.

He knew that what was important in the afterlife was never the wine. The stories behind these names had long surpassed the meaning of the wine itself. They were a symbol, a comfort, and even a kind of power.

They are part of the ‘afterlife’, part of Night City, and part of many people’s lives.

Watching Carl and the others drink Allen, Claire watched them, watching the only legendary team in Night City today.

“Another ‘Alan’.” Oliver’s voice broke the brief silence.

Claire nodded and began to mix the cocktail skillfully. The wine flowed in the glass, as if carrying some invisible magic, pulling everyone’s thoughts into that illusory yet real legend.

(End of this chapter)